Excerpt from A New Face Part 4 Chapter 31: Melanie, Mr. Smith and I

 

(An excerpt from Chapter 31-Part 4 of A Time Traveler's Companion)

The sun was shining through my curtains when I woke up. Melanie was right next to me. I gave her a gentle shake. She stirred and let out a big yawn. When she opened her eyes and looked at me, a sweet smile spread across her face. I laughed a little and asked, “What are you doing here?” She propped herself up on one elbow and tried to kiss me.

“Yes, please,” she responded. I chuckled and replied, “Alright then, let’s do it!” We traveled to 1978 and found ourselves at a nightclub buzzing with a dance-off marathon. I laughed and asked, “Melanie, do you really think we have a shot at winning this?” as we hit the dance floor. The music was pumping, with Heatwave's Groove Line blasting in the background. And yeah, we totally got some disco outfits to fit in. Melanie donned an adorable blue pastel floral satin mini dress with a low neckline cut, while I opted for a simple yet flirty cotton blend beige spaghetti strap dress. We both stepped out in stylish black wedge heels from the 1970s, and my pendant glimmered under the vibrant lights of the nightclub. Traveling with Melanie is a blast; she's all about having a good time. Even though we did not win the contest, we had a lot of fun. Melanie brought us back to my room. The monolith was right there, and I could feel my heart racing with fear. I glanced at Melanie, but she looked completely unfazed, which threw me off. “Mr. Smith is here,” I said. “Alright Birdie, I guess it’s time for me to head out. I love our fun together, it was a blast,” she said, giving me a fiery kiss on the lips. I couldn’t help but think that she was being too bold considering that he was there. She tapped the quantum time manipulator on her wrist and vanished. I waited for Mr. Smith to emerge from the monolith. He finally stepped out and he pulled me into a warm embrace. “I want you to come with me. I need your support, my love, and I miss you,” he confessed, kissing me. I didn’t mention anything about Melanie, choosing to keep that topic to myself. Mr. Smith and I went to two planets, then while we enjoyed a drink in the lounge room of the monolith, I figured it was time to bring up something serious. It felt a bit risky, considering how delicate the situation is.

  “Mr. Smith, I really hope you can find a way to get along with Melanie. Please consider forgiving her for whatever happened in the past. Maybe you two can come to some sort of understanding. The tension between you is hard to witness, and it truly troubles me.” He looked disappointed for a moment, but then he nodded. "Alright, but I believe we’ve come to an understanding now. So, don’t fret, Remi." I furrowed my brow, puzzled by his words. "What do you mean by that?" I asked.

 “Listen Butterfly, Melanie and I have reached an agreement. I'm fine with you spending time with her, provided she ensures your safety while you both travel through time." I was baffled by the sudden shift in dynamics. There had been so much tension between them, and now it seemed perfectly fine for Melanie and me to spend time together. It left me feeling bewildered. I wanted to dig deeper and ask more questions, but ultimately, I decided to let it slide. I wish I had asked more questions; maybe then when I found out what happened just before Mr. Smith, and I traveled to Greece, it wouldn’t have affected me so deeply. Still, I know I would have been angry regardless. I smiled and he took me home right after we visited The New York World’s Fair in 1964.

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Excerpt from A New Face-Chapter 30: A Trip to 1989

 

(An excerpt from A New Face: Chapter 30-A Time Traveler's Companion. Trigger warning: sexual content)

    As I wrapped up my class assignment on the laptop, the monolith suddenly appeared in my room. I closed my laptop and got to my feet. I was dressed in jeans and a black-and-white striped blouse; my white Vans sneakers completed the look. Mr. Smith walked out of the monolith. I inhaled deeply and smiled. “How have you been, my Remi?” he asked, stepping closer and enveloping me in a warm hug.

“He said my Remi,” I mused and smiled. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck.  Responding with a grin, “I’ve really missed you.” 

He smiled back and asked, “How about a trip to 1989?” I thought for a moment and replied, “Are we planning to swipe something while we’re there?” 

 “Why do you assume that’s my only plan? Sometimes I just want to enjoy a getaway with my beautiful girl,” he said, leaning in to give me a deep kiss. I looked up at his angelic face, eager to travel again and said, “Okay, let’s go.” He chuckled and said, “We’ll go as soon as we’re dressed for the era.” We embraced the fashion of the late 1980s. He wore a classic tie-dyed t-shirt under a brown leather jacket, jeans, a matching brown leather belt, and Nike sneakers. I chose a white top with a denim jacket and straight-leg jeans, completing my outfit with high-top Reebok sneakers. The AI gave my hair a fabulous 80s makeover. I adorned myself with bold, gold dangling earrings—an unusual choice for me, but Mr. Smith insisted we should blend in. I recalled Melanie's words: “Who cares?”

   A smile crept onto my face at the memory. “Are you ready?” he asked, and I nodded in response as we stepped out of the monolith hand in hand. We found ourselves in a park bustling with life; children playing while their parents kept a watchful eye. It felt surreal to be in 1989, knowing my mom was just 11 years old at this moment. We hopped into a taxi to explore the Heritage Museum of the O.C., followed by a visit to a nearby indoor mall. As we strolled through the shops, I spotted a woman with striking red hair. She kind of looked a little bit like Tracy. As she approached, our eyes locked in a moment. 

Then it hit me, “Is she Tracy’s daughter?” I pondered. Tracy doesn’t live in the O.C. unless she did but later moved. As we walked past her, a soft smile shadowed her face. She gave me a nod then walked past us. Mr. Smith paid no attention to our unspoken interaction; in fact, his mind was preoccupied with other things. We took a bus to a nice hotel called the Hyatt; we checked in. The room was nice, clean, and comfy. “This hotel has a nice little restaurant downstairs; would you like to go?” he asked me, as he wrapped his arms around my slender waist holding me close. 

“Okay,” I said, looking into his eyes, amorously. The monolith appeared in our room and Mr. Smith put the ‘do not disturb’ sign on the doorknob outside, then we went into the monolith. “Remi, we have plenty of time before dinner is served. What do you feel like doing?” he asked, with a wink of his eye. He removed his jacket and casually threw it onto a black chair beside one of the consoles in the control room.

 “I'm not sure, what do you feel like doing?” I teased playfully with a sly smile. 

"You know my favorite thing, or should I say my absolute favorite thing," he replied with a cheeky grin, as he shifted the crystals around on the matrix table. He glanced back at me, a playful smile on his face.

 "Again? You want to have sex again?" I asked, a bit timidly with a giggle. 

"Why not?" he shot back. "Don't you want to be with me?"

"I do, but…" 

“But what? Are you being shy?” he asked. I playfully laughed. “Ah, I get it, you’re just messing with me,” he said with a playful click of his tongue and a cheeky grin as he strolled over, scooped me up, and tossed me over his shoulder. He gave my backside a couple of playful smacks. “Mr. Smith, I can walk on my own, please put me down.”

“You’re such a naughty girl,” he replied, carrying me down the hallway into one of the living rooms of the monolith. The decor in this room was pretty much the same as in all the others. The walls are painted black and covered in odd geometric patterns, with the light in the room shining through the lines that form the shapes. A square fixture above the seating area casts a gentle fluorescent glow from the ceiling. The furniture boasts a sleek black hue, with just a couple of plants nestled in the corners of the room. He gently placed me on the sectional sofa. Even now, I can glimpse his true essence beneath the facade he presents, a reality that will always remain. He did something to my brain that can never be undone. My body feels tired, and I fear that when he finally drops me off at home, I will crash hard. He fixed his gaze on me, an intense expression crossing his face as he began to undress.

 “Remove your clothes, Butterfly,” he commanded, his tone firm yet gentle. I nervously bit my lower lip and began to peel off my garments at a leisurely pace. “You’re teasing me again,” he paused, taking a moment to savor the moment. “I adore it,” he said seductively. I wasn’t trying to tease him; I simply wasn’t in the mood for sex at that moment, feeling both tired and hungry. But he was impatient, lifting me off the sofa and assisting me in shedding my clothes. 

“Mr. Smith,” I began, but I kept my true feelings to myself and said nothing. As I stood there exposed, his gaze was filled with desire. His hands roamed over my body, gently tracing every curve. When he brushed his fingers against my cheek, I shut my eyes. With passion, he drew me closer, cradling my face in his hands, and kissed me deeply, holding me close. 

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