Closer (Book 1) Dark Romance | Henry Cavill

Chapter 6

Song: Enchanted by Taylor Swift

My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again ... These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon ...

"Just smile widely and nod and you'll be fine," Henry kindly advised me. So he had caught on to how anxious I was.

Henry led me into the banquet room and before we could even take a few strides in, I felt everyone's gaze turning toward our way. My cheeks began to heat up, imagining what kind of thoughts were going through these kinds of people's mind. But I don't think it was me they were looking at. It was most definitely Henry. He just had that sort of effect on people.

We sat at a round table near the front of the room right at the smack dab center. There were people already seated and with a humble poise, Henry introduced me to everyone as his friend. Though he tried to hide it behind his well-spoken tone, only I could hear the slightest hint of malice behind how he said the word 'friend'.

I reached out to pull my chair but Henry's hands quickly stopped mine. He gave me another graceful smile as he slowly pulled the chair out and motioned me to sit.

"Thank you," I said, returning an appreciative grin.

"The pleasure is mine," he replied.

I watched mostly as everyone around me conversed. They mainly discussed their far travels in foreign countries, their buy-ins, and so on. Things I didn't understand. Things I couldn't relate to.

I've never had the chance to experience this other side of life; the wealth, the freedom, and the luxury that these people so luckily have. I wasn't even sure how we ended up in the same room because we were so different. But I quickly remembered who had brought me here.

My eyes flitted towards Henry, who was comfortably engaged in conversation with the woman next to him. She was downright gorgeous, absolutely stunning. She had crystal blue eyes with chocolate brown hair that cascaded down one shoulder in a nice retro wave. No doubt her black gown was also expensive.

Why did he want to bring me?

I looked down at my hands as I thought, fingers laced together in my lap, quickly realizing that I didn't fit in with these high socialites.

Before my thoughts continued to sway, I felt someone's hand slowly grabbed my hands and almost immediately, I recognized the familiar touch.

It was Henry's.

When I looked up towards him again, he was still talking to the lady. A smiled creeped onto my lips as I noted that even though his eyes were on her, his thoughts and his attention was on me.

The banquet lasted about two hours. A few men and women went up to the stage to talk now and then before the food arrived. It was good, but not as good as the food Henry had taken me to before. Walking of the that room incited such a liberating feeling. Too many forced smiles and laughs were wasted in that room. But as quickly as we exited the room, the feeling of disappointment washed over me, knowing that my time with Henry was coming to an end for the night.