Haunted By The Past

Haunted By The Past Haunted By The Past

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Genre: Romance


Status: Finished

Genre: Romance


Charles and Diana Richards begin their life together but her past quickly comes back to haunt them.


Charles and Diana Richards begin their life together but her past quickly comes back to haunt them.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Haunted By The Past

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Charles and Diana Richards begin their life together but her past quickly comes back to haunt them.

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Submitted: April 26, 2015

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Submitted: April 26, 2015



Haunted by the Past
By Susan Robertson

Chapter 1

Diana gazed out the window of the plane as it glided through the sky toward Los Angeles into a bright, setting sun.  She smiled softly.What a sight!  We must have a bright future ahead of us, Charles, my sexy man, my loving husband!

On their way back Sunday evening, April 15, 1956 from their weekend honeymoon in Las Vegas, they’d just met Friday night in an Irish-style pub in downtown L.A.  It had been lust at first sight; but love had followed right on its heels as they’d realized how perfect they were for each other.  After all, they’d been searching for each other for seventeen years.

Soul mates!  How could they have possibly known at 13 years old that they were soul mates?  Diana’s smile faded to a sad frown as she thought about all the pain and heartache they’d endured so they could truly recognize what they mean to each other.

Then she smiled widely again.She’d actually tried to slap Charles for kissing her after he’d told her she belonged to him and was going to be his wife!  Then he’d played out that scene from The Quiet Man with her.  That was the moment she’d realized he was the man she’d been waiting for.

The man she had promised the big man—John Wayne—that she’d search for since she wasn’t meant to be with him.  She’d even loved and obsessed over Charles before she’d discovered he was the boy she’d seen at the carnival that night in Virginia all those years ago and dreamt of afterward.

What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours…?  “Penny for your thoughts, pretty lady,” Charles Richards queried near his sexy new wife’s right ear.  He’d been watching the myriad of expressions on her face as she gazed out the window of the plane.

Diana turned to look at him, her smile softening.  “I still can’t believe we’ve found each other after all this time!  I just keep thinking of all the pain we went through in our lives that might have been prevented if we’d been able to find each other seventeen years ago.  But, I guess you’re right; if we hadn’t experienced all that pain, we wouldn’t realize how lucky we are now.”

Charles’ face softened as her expression saddened again.  He raised her right hand with his and brought it to his lips, twisting it to place a soft kiss on her palm and tickled it with his mustache.  When his eyes focused on her face again, love and desire sparkled in her gray blue eyes.  Eyes almost the exact same color as his; the eyes that had haunted his teenaged dreams for years.

Eyes that had deepened with love and desire when he’d made love to his dream girl; dreams that had wakened him in a sweat with painful erections that he’d had to relieve before he could go back to sleep.  How he’d hated that, but he’d had no choice!  He was cursed with too healthy a libido for a young man raised in the Catholic Church who believed that pre-marital sex was wrong.  And yet, she’d managed to entice him into foregoing that tenet.

He’d believed sex was to be shared only between a man and his wife.  Passion, desire and lust were God’s gifts to humans to make sex between true soul mates the most pleasurable experience of the flesh.  But I just couldn’t resist her, Lord!  Besides, we were on our way to Vegas to get married!

He still talked to God but he was no longer a practicing Catholic because of what he’d gone through with his first wife.  She had cheated on him for years and he’d confronted her lover the night he found out.  He’d beaten the man and forced a confession from him that had revealed the depth of his ex-wife’s betrayal.  Then he’d almost brutally taken revenge on her until he’d stopped himself and kicked her out of the house.  He’d cried harder that night than he ever had in his life, afraid that he’d never have a chance at finding true love.

I made a terrible choice based on a “dream girl” that I’d begun to believe didn’t even exist, until I found you.

Charles stared at his soul mate, his one true love sitting next to him on the plane; he shook his head slightly to clear away the unpleasant memories.  Diana smiled softly, like she knew what he’d been thinking.  They already knew each other so well; it was like they could crawl inside each other’s heads at times.  Charles had more skill and practice at it than she did because of his job with the FBI, but he was still amazed how well she knew him.

“We have a lot of decisions to make before we get back to L.A., you know,” Charles began.  “Like where are we going to live?”

They finally got around to discussing the practicalities of real life.  They learned Diana’s apartment was small and close to her job, but Charles had a larger apartment in a nicer neighborhood.  He argued that they should live at his apartment for the time being; she agreed.  The subject of their finances came up when he mentioned that the money they’d won in Vegas would surely help toward the down payment on a mortgage.

Both were pretty well off financially.  Diana had a modest income from her movie studio job, which was nicely supplemented by her occasional studio recorded singing jobs and her weekend gigs at the nightclub once or twice a month.  Her total combined income was just slightly higher than Charles’ salary with the FBI.  And they both had several thousand dollars in savings and no debts.  They smiled at each other, realizing they had the same philosophy about money and spending.

Never spend more than you have coming in and always keep at least several months worth of your income in savings—just in case.

They’d been prepared to spend more money in Vegas than either of them had in quite a while.  But instead, they were going home with way more money than they’d spent.  Diana had saved them the expense of a hotel room when she agreed to sing in The Riviera’s nightclub as a favor to the concierge, who’d turned out to be a fan of her L.A. nightclub act.  Charles had won several thousand dollars at Roulette making a bet based strictly on a gut feeling, and Diana had won another thousand from a game of Texas Hold ‘Em.

Their life together sure seemed to be starting out with a bang, despite the fact that they’d met and married on Friday the 13th.  Charles frowned suddenly.  Everything seemed to be pointing toward a bright future; but a feeling in his gut told him something was looming ahead, something dark.  Something bad was going to happen. Oh please, go away…

But the feeling was enhanced when he glanced out the window of the plane and saw the sky darkening as the sun slipped further downward.  He had no idea what was causing it and tried to push the feeling away—but he couldn’t shake it.  And it didn’t help that all of his gut feelings lately had proven true.

He’d chosen the transfer to L.A. because his gut had told him to listen to the voice in his head that had told him he’d find what he was looking for in the city of angels rather than New York.  He’d had no idea what that had meant until he’d spotted Diana in the pub Friday night after he’d heard the voice again telling him to go to that pub.  His gut had told him right away that she was the true soul mate he’d longed to possess.  He’d studied her for a bit and learned enough to confirm his gut was correct.  It had proven true when he discovered she was his dream girl from all those years ago.  Add to all that the gut-shot bet he’d made at the Roulette table.  His gut twisted from the nagging, sick feeling.

Something’s troubling you, sexy man.   “What’s wrong?” Diana asked.

What do I tell her?  I can’t tell her any of this!  It might frighten her.  Charles shook his head slightly.  “You know I called Gordon before we left The Riviera to let him know we were returning so he could meet us with my car?  Well, he told me the Assistant Director has requested I contact him as soon as we return.  I’m almost afraid of why he wants to see me!”

Diana asked nervously, “Do you think they found out about Gordon flying us to Vegas Friday night?  Oh, God!  You don’t think he would have told them about us joining the ‘Mile High’ club, do you?  How much trouble could this cause for you?”

Charles frowned harder as he replied, “I don’t know.  If that is why I’ve been summoned, I could be in some pretty serious trouble.  The Assistant Director is a real stickler for following policy and the rules.  I just hope he’ll give me a little leeway since I’m still pretty new there.”

When their flight landed at the L.A. airport, Gordon Brown was waiting for them at the gate.  “I called the Assistant Director and informed him you were on your way back.  The Director instructed me to drive you straight to the office.  Sounds like you might be in big trouble!”

“Damn,” Charles muttered, and then stared at him.  “Is this because you told them about Friday night?”

Gordon looked indignant.  “HELL NO!  I would never snitch on a colleague!  But the director may have figured it out on his own.”

Charles laid his hand on Gordon’s shoulder for a moment.  “I’m sorry for thinking that; I just can’t imagine what else I could be in trouble for!”  He had hoped that Gordon had told on him because it could’ve explained why his gut was still feeling uneasy.

They collected their one suitcase at the baggage claim area, headed out to the car and made the drive in nervous silence.  When they arrived at the FBI building, Diana was made to wait outside the Assistant Director’s office while Charles went in to face his boss.

She was afraid for her husband.  Tell him I kidnapped you at gunpoint!

What is this?  You’re scowling at me like you’re mad as hell, but then you look like you’re about to bust out laughing! Charles thought as he was standing in front of the Assistant Director.  He frowned in confusion.  What the hell is going on?  Am I in trouble or not?!

Oh boy, have I got a surprise for you, son!  The Assistant Director cleared his throat and said sternly, “Agent Richards, do you have any idea how much trouble you would be in if I decide to write you up for such a blatant misuse of Bureau resources?”

“Yes, sir!” Charles barked as he stood at attention.  How the hell had the man found out if Gordon hadn’t told him?!!  But you said “if!”  IF you decide?  You’re letting me off the hook?  Whew!  Wait… why?

His boss continued, “What made you decide it was alright to waste taxpayers’ money to fly off to Vegas and marry some little girl you just met?  And compromising her by doing something brash like joining the ‘Mile High’ club?”  The Director put his hand up.  You don’t need to say anything, son!  “Don’t even try to answer!  Just get that little girl in here and let me see for myself how she made you so completely lose your senses!”

What is up with you?  You’re usually so hard-nosed and now you can’t keep a straight face!  Charles frowned at the Director.  Usually he wouldn’t let the agents under his command get away with the least little infraction of policy or rules.  Charles went to the door, opened it and motioned for Diana to come in.

When she got to the doorway, she stopped; her eyes went wide.  Her mouth flew open and she squealed, “Uncle Pete?!!!  Is that you?  Oh, my God, it’s been years!  I wondered what had happened with you!”  She flew across the office and was enfolded in a massive bear hug by Assistant Director Peter Woods.

Woods hugged her tightly, rocking back and forth as he exclaimed, “Little Sherry Maitland!  I can’t believe you’re all grown up; and how beautiful you are!  It’s no wonder Agent Richards couldn’t resist you!”

“Uncle Pete, I’m going by my middle name now.  Please call me Diana!”  When she’d moved to L.A., she’d thought her first name sounded too girlish, that Diana fit her personality better.  Charles preferred to call her Diana as well; Sherry had been his bitch ex-wife’s name.  Just like she preferred his middle name, Charles, to his given name, Robert, like the bastard who’d stolen her virginity; their circumstances had seemed riddled with irony!  They had joked that cruel fate appeared to have a twisted sense of humor!

Charles was shocked.  You know my boss?  How on earth could you two possibly know each other?

Diana explained.  “Uncle Pete was an Air Force officer assigned to the Pentagon during the war.  I told you my father was in the Air Force and making trips to the Pentagon every so often and I went with him sometimes.  Lt. Col. Woods and I spent lots of time together.  He would let me accompany him on errands while my father took care of his duties.  Uncle Pete also took me on tours around Washington and we talked about the war.  He tried to help allay my fears and sadness over why it was such a necessary evil.  He was always so nice to me.  I’ve really missed you, Uncle Pete!” she exclaimed as she hugged him again.

Then she pushed out of his embrace and playfully slapped his arm as she exclaimed, “It was YOU who called Mama and Daddy and told them I had run off to Vegas and got married!”  They both busted out laughing when he nodded in confirmation, and she added, “I was surprised when I called to tell them and they said they already knew because SOMEONE from the FBI had called to confirm I was their daughter!”

Woods replied, “I asked them not to tell you it was me so I could surprise you!”

Peter Woods had recognized what a bright, sensitive and talented girl she was as a teenager. But he had gathered from the way she conducted herself that she was full of self-doubt and very insecure.  He hadn’t understood why at first.  Her family, and especially her father, adored her and were obviously proud of her.  Her father had always bragged about her accomplishments.

He’d learned from conversations that Diana’s insecurity stemmed from the fact that most boys only asked her out to try to take advantage of her because of her shapely body.  She’d never had a steady boyfriend.  Boys never asked her for more than three dates; once they learned she wouldn’t give in, they’d called her a tease and moved on.  Pete had told her how proud he was, and that she should be, too, that she was strong enough to stand her ground.

Woods had grown very fond of her and had told her to call him “Uncle Pete.”  He’d always asked her to come back and visit him as often as she could.  But, once the war was over and her father’s duties at the Pentagon were no longer necessary, they didn’t see each other any more.  He’d often wondered what had become of her.

Several other employees and agents appeared at the Director’s office door and started to cheer.  A few were holding bottles of champagne and the others held glasses.

Woods walked over to Charles and shook his hand.  “Congratulations on your ability to spot a good woman.  And you’d better be very good to your new bride or you’ll pay hell at work!”

Diana walked over between them, looked up over her shoulder at Woods and said provocatively, “Don’t worry, Uncle Pete.  Charles has been very, very good to me so far!”  She reached up and pulled his head down and kissed him fiercely for a few moments.  Charles just stood there, still in slight shock.

Woods mumbled, “Doesn’t look like it to me!  Agent Richards, don’t you know how to properly kiss a beautiful woman?  What’s wrong with you?”

Charles stared in shock at his boss again, seeing the amusement on his face.  Then he looked down at Diana, who was also amused.  And Gordon Brown looked smug as he leaned against the doorway.  Come on, I thought I was in trouble here and now you’re all teasing me for not being able to kiss my wife properly?!  All right then; watch this!  Get ready to soak your panties, pretty lady!

He wrapped his arms around her and dipped her slightly sideways, his eyes smoldering as he stared down at her.  Then he crushed his mouth to hers in a deeply passionate kiss that made her go completely limp in his arms as she moaned desperately.  Charles felt his groin tingling.  Alright, time to end this!  I can’t get a hard-on right here in my boss’ office!

Slowly he ended the kiss as everyone in the office whistled and made wolf calls.  He stood Diana back up, grinning wolfishly at her expression of desire and turned her around toward his boss.  “Now does it look like I know how to kiss a very beautiful and sexy woman?”

Woods was impressed. “It certainly looks like it now!  I guess she wasn’t lying about you being VERY good to her!”

Pete Woods had worried about Sherry, err Diana, after the last few times they saw each other in 1945 when she was nineteen years old.  They had gone to dinner one evening in Washington and were walking back to his car when they passed by an alleyway and heard the sounds of a man and woman moaning.  Woods knew right away what was going on and had tried to hurry her along.

But she had evaded his grasp and moved to the corner of a building at one end of the alley and had spotted the couple in the shadows.  The man had the woman pinned up against a wall with her legs wrapped around him.  He was bucking into her wildly.

Woods had tried to drag Diana away, but she had shushed him and stayed where she was, watching with fascination and excitement.  The woman had moaned that she was about to come and the man had said something very dirty to her.

That was when Woods had grabbed Diana’s hand to drag her out of there, feeling guilty that he had gotten a hard-on.  He had started to enjoy watching the couple and had forgotten that Diana was a young woman who should not be witnessing something so erotic.

He had tried to make her move but she was braced against the side of the building, her legs shaking, hips convulsing as she moaned softly.  Then he’d suddenly realized what was happening to her.

She’d slid down onto the sidewalk, leaning against the building, panting heavily, looked up at him with a dazed expression and whispered, “So that’s what it feels like?!”

Woods had asked if she understood what had happened and had been flabbergasted when she told him she knew all about sex and was fascinated by it.  She’d never watched people having sex before nor had she experienced it yet herself.  But she’d read all about how women climaxed and how it could happen to some women without even being touched.  She’d never really believed it was possible—until that night.

Diana had said how sorry she was for embarrassing him and had also apologized if she’d made him feel compromised in any way.  Woods had a very good marriage, he loved his wife very much; Diana knew that and had asked him very personal questions about his sex life and he had tried to refuse to answer—sex was not something he could discuss with a young woman!  But she had persisted, so he’d tried to answer in as general and non-explicit terms as he could.  But when she’d asked what kinds of erotic intimacies he and his wife shared, he had to get her off the subject—he wasn’t about to go into details with her!

Woods was twenty years older than Diana and he’d realized that night she was no longer a girl; she had developed into a very sexy—and sensual—young woman.  He had hoped she would find the right young man to marry her as soon as possible before her body fully matured and her sexual cravings heightened.  He had worried she would end up getting compromised in some way, that her strong sensuality would get her into trouble some day.

Peter Woods had no idea how right he was to have worried.

Woods had realized from his last conversations with Diana that she would not be satisfied to marry a man who wouldn’t be willing to experiment with sex.  He was happy to see that Charles seemed to know exactly what kind of woman she was and that he loved her for it. 

And, apparently, he could fully satisfy her according to the wanton desire on her face from his kiss.  Woods chuckled to himself as he thought again about the encounter they’d witnessed in the alley that night in Washington D.C.  You’d better be careful, Agent Richards.  Your sexy little wife might get you into trouble some day! 

Unbidden, the image of Diana pinned against a wall with her legs wrapped around Charles as he fucked her hard crept into Woods’ mind.  He coughed and shook his head.Stop that, you dirty old man!

He looked around at everyone else.  “Well, this is supposed to be a celebration!  Let’s get those bottles of champagne open and toast the new bride and groom!  I’m sure they’d like to get home and continue their honeymoon until they have to get back to the grindstones tomorrow!”

When everyone had a glass of champagne in hand, Peter Woods raised his and proposed a toast.  “To the luckiest and smartest special agent who’s ever walked through the doors of this office in finding the most beautiful, smart, talented and sexy woman in L.A.—and marrying her the night they met!  To Charles and Diana!  May you be as happy in love and satisfied in bed, or wherever, as Mary and I have been for over twenty-five years now!”

People laughed and wolf whistled at his toast.  Then everyone chorused, “Here, here!” and drank their champagne.

Charles introduced Diana to everyone, including his temporary partner, Dan Miller.  Dan was in his late 50’s and would retire in a few months.  He’d been assigned to teach Charles how certain procedures were handled in the L.A. office and how to navigate around the city and the rest of their jurisdiction.  He had been told that once Dan retired, an experienced agent would be reassigned from another office to be his permanent partner.

At the moment, most of his work was in-office, providing support to the other field agent teams.  Charles only got in on interrogations when suspects were brought to the office.  Once he was a field agent, he would use his skills to observe people’s behaviors at the onset of investigations to help determine if they were a suspect or not, or a credible witness.

Once you become a field agent, you’ll be carrying a gun all the time.  You may face danger some day!  Diana frowned slightly.  She’d been completely ignoring that fact since he’d told her he worked for the FBI; she’d thought more about the psychological aspects of his job rather than the physical requirements.

Until he’d told her she could bet her sweet ass that he could’ve kicked the big Texan’s ass at the end of last night’s Texas Hold ‘Em game.  That was why he had such a sexy, hard body—to be prepared for whatever he might face in the field.

He could be killed; is he going to be killed?  NO!  No, he’s not.  Diana felt a gnawing in the pit of her stomach.  Something bad was going to happen; but what?  And where was the feeling coming from?  She knew nothing bad was going to happen to Charles but she somehow sensed something was going to affect him profoundly and test the strength of her commitment to him.  I won’t let anything tear us apart, my sexy man—no matter what.

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