Wither

Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Played

"Hello.....Harry".

He lightly bent down taking my hand gracefully in his and kissing it lightly. It caused fire to course through my body. Watching me turn red, he smirked.

Mikhail then walked over and took me to the table, making me seated in between him and Harry. Damn luck. I had a little smile on my face, as I made myself comfortable on the chair.

There was a guy about twenty-five something sitting right in front of me, I passed him a small smile, as an act of being nice. He only smirked back, with a gleam in his eyes. His gaze was darted pointedly at a part of my body that made me highly uncomfortable. I turned my head downwards staring at my lap and started playing with the folds of my dress.

The men started talking about all types of business deals to which I turned a deaf ear to. The women talked about dresses and designers and money and all the stuff I couldn't care less about. Time by time I would feel eyes watching me intently, every time I would look up I would catch a man staring at me with a suggestive smirk on their faces. It made me want to puke, but I kept all that inside for the sake of my body. I was staring at my lap lost in my thoughts when I heard someone clear their throat on my left side. I looked up to see Harry looking at me, with a small smile gracing his lips.

"Bored?"

"I don't have any interest in what they say or do."

"Well, you are not the only one." He smiled. God that smile.

"So do you have a job or something?" He asked, trying to form small talk.

"No, Mikhail doesn't want me to."

"Do you?"

"Do I what?"

"Want to work?"

"It doesn't matter if I do."

"Oh, okay, well what did you want to do, like your dream profession?"

"Well I was pretty ambitious, I wanted to be a designer, a writer, an engineer, an artist etcetera."

"Wow, an engineer? Of what?"

"Ummm, auto? Computer?" I replied.

"Wow, you should've pursued it, I haven't heard of many girls wanting to be engineers."

"If some stereotypical sexists quit defining designated jobs, maybe there would be more girls in the professions that are assigned to men on the basis of gender."

"Whoa, no need to get defensive."

"Sorry, people have always told me off about my career options."

"Well if it makes you feel better, I think you would've achieved them if you wanted to."

"But I do, I didn't study for sitting in house."

"What did you study?"

"Gave my Cambridge exams with eleven subjects and A Levels with five subjects." His eyes bulged at my reply. Yes I did give my GCSEs in so many subjects, but only because five subjects were compulsory and three were throw at me by my parents and only three were my own choice.

"Wow I'm amazed. The food is here." I looked at the side to see waiters bringing trays of dishes. The food made me hungry beyond anything. Mikhail never let me proper food, it was always tasteless fruits or biscuits or stuff that won't make me fat. He hated my body.