Don paces around his apartment, holding the phone to his ear and the dial pad in the other. He was hoping he could speak to Violet.

He felt terrible about what happened yesterday. He knew he was wrong for what he said but he couldn't help it. The thought of her going out with another man killed him inside and he took out his anger on her.

He spent the evening drinking whiskey and had smoke about 10 cigarettes, which was not the evening he hoped for… or the weekend he hoped for.

The phone answers and a soft voice speaks through the receiver.

"Hello Garner resident, Jennifer speaking" Don stops pacing.

"Hello Jennifer, its Don Draper" he says.

"Oh hi Don, how are you" she says sweetly.

"I'm good thank you, I was wondering if I could speak to Violet is she there" he hoped she was.

"I'm sorry she isn't here at the moment, can I give her a message" he sighs softly, he really wanted to speak to her but he'll have to wait.

"No that's fine, when she gets back can you tell her to call me back please" he says.

"Of course, no worries" she says and Don politely says goodbye and hangs up the phone. He slumps down on the couch, rubbing his head with his palm.

He wanted to tell her he's sorry. He wasn't surprise though; she might even be there and just not want to talk to him.

Violet strolled into Sterling Cooper, a frown on her face as she made her way to her desk. She didn't want to come to work today… she didn't want to see Don.

She spent the weekend miserable and sad because of what happened on Friday. When she left his apartment she took a cab to her car and drove home.

Her mother asked why she had come home, remembering she said she was staying at her friend's house but she told her mother she decided not to.

She spent Saturday out shopping with her friend, hoping it would take her mind of Don but many things reminded her of him.

When she came back, her mother told her he had called and asked her to call him back, which she lied about, telling her mother she called him and it was just about work.

She didn't want to speak to him… she was too mad at him.

His jealousy was getting tough on her and she didn't want to him to behave like that. She only wanted him… no one else.

Luckily Don wasn't here yet so she prepared herself for the day and got to work before he arrived, hoping it wouldn't be awkward.

As she looked up from her typewriter, she saw him striding over and as he reached her desk, she looked up at him.

"Good morning" he said and she took a quick breath in.

"Good morning Mr Draper" she stood from her desk and her tone was more formal than usual. She wasn't in the mood to act all lovely dovey with him.

Don could tell she was still mad and the two stood watching each other in silence for a few seconds.

"Do you want me to run you by your day" she asked, one of her many tasks and he nodded.

"If you don't mind" he said softly and opened his office door, holding it open for her.

She took her pad and walked in the office, the door shutting behind her.

"You have a 10:00 meeting with the copy writers and then at lunch there's a meeting in the conference room, Sal has the boards for Right Guard and then your afternoon is free" she runs through his day while he hangs his coat and hat up on the coat rack.

"Who's the conference meeting with?" he asks.

"Samsonite Luggage" Violet replies lowly.

"Okay, that's fine" Don says and stands by his desk, his hands shoved in his pockets as he gazes at Violet.

All he wanted to do was pull her towards him and kiss her softly on her lips but she was still mad and he knew if he did that she would be madder.

"Can I get you anything else, coffee" she offers before she heads back to her desk, hoping to leave the awkwardness.

"No I think that's okay" he murmurs. He wasn't interested in coffee; he was only interested in one thing.

"Okay" she mumbles and turns on her heel to walk out. Just as she's about to walk away, Don reaches out and grabs her hand, pulling her back.

She looks over her shoulder as he pulls her back and huffs softly. 'What does he want now' she thought.

Don leans against the side of his desk, Violet stood between his legs and holds her hands in his, staring into her beautiful eyes while she glares back at him.

"I'm sorry" he says and she waits for him to continue.

"I'm sorry about what I said on Friday, I shouldn't have said that, I was angry and I didn't mean to take it out on you" he says and Violet takes a deep breath in.

"You can't just get jealous because other people talk to me… it's not fair, I don't get jealous when other's talk to you" she fires back and he nods.

"I know, I know…" his thumbs rub against the back of her hands.

"I'm not interested in other guys, I only want you, isn't that enough" she asks. She felt almost like he didn't trust her.

"Of course of it is… I know you're not interested in other guys… I just can't help myself" he whispers and she stares at him.

She felt better now he had apologies and she had missed him this weekend even though she was mad at him.

"I know…" she whispers back and runs her hand up his chest to the back of his neck.

"Am I forgiven" he asks and a smile appears on her lips which Don immediately takes as a yes.

"Yes" she says and he leans forward, pressing a kiss on her lips.

"I missed you… I called your house but your mother said you weren't there" he said, twirling a piece of her hair between his fingers.

"I went shopping with my friend, was trying to get you off my mind but it wasn't working" she admitted and Don smirked.

"Oh really… and why's that" his hand sneaked down by her side and she giggled as he tickled her slightly.

"Don stop it" she giggled and her head fell on his chest. He breathed in her beautiful scent and his eyes closed at the aroma.

"Stop what" he murmured and his lips pressed a kiss to her neck, making her gasp.

"I have to get back to my desk" she pushes herself away from him and he finally lets her go.

"Fine" Don huffs and lets her go, watching her walk away. If there was one thing she was good at it was teasing.

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