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Chapter five

The only issue with going out to a club with a celebrity is the fact he is... a celebrity.

He is also meant to be my husband, which I then realised that trying to pull a guy with that hunk of a man clung to my side would be insanely difficult.

Maybe him being my wingman wouldn't work as much as I had hoped. Disappointment washed over me as if I was being a spoilt child, Henry would of made the most hilarious wingman. Plus it means sneaking any man out of this club would surely be creating our own deathbeds if the press got ahold of it.

"Henry... slight problem" I whispered, tapping his shoulder

Henry raised an eyebrow towards me, non verbally questioning what the issue was.

"You're a celebrity... I forgot"

Henry pressed his lips together, trying to hold back the smirk that was toying at him.

"Yeah, me too"

We began to mentally slap ourselves. Not only did I forget that he was some hotshot celebrity but apparently Mr Cavill himself also forgot that important fact.
Definitely not the sort of thing you would think about forgetting, especially with the current circumstances.

"Maybe it's a party for two?" Henry teased, knowing already that I was a very disappointed woman. I was horny.

"Yeah... I guess so" I retorted, a frown plastered over my face almost making Henry spit out his drink.

"Aww is Melanie sexually frustrated?"Β  He boomed, the drink now being clutched tightly in his grasp as he tried not to drop it, the laughs escaping his throat as if he was some dying hyena.

I shoved his shoulder playfully, clicking my tongue. "Carry on and I may have to use you as my outlet"

Winking I shot him a flirtatious look before turning back towards the bar where I ordered myself a martini.

This immediately made Henry shut up, thankfully the horrendous laugh had stopped which for me was a reward in itself.
I then blew my knuckles and rubbed my shoulder as if to say 'I win'

Eagerly I grabbed my glass and began to drink the beverage as quickly as they had made it, I wasn't playing any games tonight. I wanted to drown my sorrows.

"You really are serious about getting smashed aren't you?"

Rolling my eyes I looked towards Henry "smashed and fucked, but apparently the second part is something I can't have, so getting smashed- even more so is the plan"

Henry tilted his head to the side, a flirtatious smirk on his face. "If you really want to Melanie... I don't mind"

His words made my back arch, it made butterflies swarm in my stomach again as if he was purposely trying to get a reaction from me. I hated the little game we were playing.

"Depends how drunk I get" I shot him the same attitude back, the same flirtatious persona he had coating him.

Let's play Mr Cavill.

Henry put his hands in the air, his fangs biting down lightly on his bottom lip "that or I have to carry you home, you're a messy drunk"

Nodding in agreement I yet again swung myself to the bar, the same drink now eagerly in my grasp. "You're not wrong, I am a very messy drunk"

There was some silence between us for a few moments other than the beating music pounding the walls. I looked at him intently, wanting to know more about him.

It also gained my curiosity that he hadn't been on his phone, surely if he loved someone he would be wanting to communicate with them. Unless he was worried he would have the same situation pan out like it did with me.

"Who's the lucky girl then?"

Henry frowned, a cold stance now replacing his softened, playful one.

"I don't want to talk about her, please"

The hairs began to stand on my arms, why was he so reluctant to talk about her?

"Talk to me"

I may be irritating him because I could tell by the way he now stared at me, though what can I say when I'm curious I decide to dig deep.

"She has already told me how she feels about it all, there isn't anything else to say"

Realisation then hit me that he was in the same exact situation as me, or least a very similar one. It seemed like the person he loves isn't acceptable of trying to be in his life when he is now married. I understand where Tom and this lady is coming from but it irks me that love can be so easily removed from some people.

"I'm sorry Henry"

Henry placed a finger on my lips, he was now pressing me into the side of the bar, our chest's now beating together in sync.

"Another please" he spoke abruptly to the man serving the drinks making me wince. Henry then looked down at me, his firm body towering over my smallish frame. His hand now tracing circles on my neck as he swallowed harshly.

"Don't mention her again"

I hadn't seen this side of Henry before, his sudden aggressiveness caught me off guard because I was so accommodated with his caring, soft side.

Nodding I made eye contact back with him, my thighs yet again squeezing together tightly as I thought about what would happen if we were back at the Villa, maybe we would be ripping one another's clothes off because the tension was making my knees buckle.

"Henry..." I whispered, his finger slightly parting my lips as he grabbed my chin "don't talk"

I gasped at his action, watching him intently to see what he was going to do next. Though the interaction between us ended shortly as his drink was now sat at the bar, ready for Henry to devour. I wish he was devouring me.

Henry swigged the drink to the back of his throat, the liquid quickly vanishing like how I had been drinking tonight. Clearly I had touched a soft spot with him because he now was just as eager as me to get absolutely shit faced.

*

A few hours had passed and we were now almost waddling from the amount of alcohol in our systems, we definitely had reached the point of no return and the smart thing to do would be to get a taxi home.

Though Henry had other plans as one of his favourite songs began to blare through the speakers making me wince. Henry pulled my wrist. Dragging me along with him, pushing me close to him. My arms firmly wrapped around his neck and his hands now planted on my waist.

We danced closely together, the look in his eyes was swallowing me whole as if he wanted every part of me. Henry then swung me around so my arse was now pressed against him, indicating he wanted me to dance erotically on him. Biting my lip I began to shake my hips teasingly, the music guiding me how to get Henry all flustered.

Henry's hands traced down my sides making me gasp, the interaction between us was getting all too much, knowing we both wanted one another's clothes on the floor.

Suddenly a tight grasp on my arse caught me off guard, a soft moan escaping my lips as Henry cupped my cheeks perfectly in his hands through my playsuit. His face now inches from my neck and ear "I wish you weren't wearing this damn thing"

Blushing immediately I licked my dry lips, turning to face him directly "I think we both have had too much to drink.." my words were beginning to get slurred so I am surprised if he even understood me.

"We are in public.." I continued, my breath hitched in my throat. Remembering that I was currently eye fucking Henry Cavill.

The thought then made me stiffen, how come nobody has even come over to see Henry? I was fully expecting to be bombarded by fans and the press. The whole situation confused me immensely.

"I know this place, everyone is respectful" Henry breathed, his lips still inches away from my ear.

"I see.." Nodding I traced my fingers over his shirt, feeling those rock hard abs once more. "We should go home"

Before Henry could reply, a man came towards us, he had dark hazelnut eyes, wavy dark hair and a perfect chiselled face- though not as perfect as Henry.

Rather perplexed Henry released his grip from me, my body now turned towards the stranger. "May I help you?" Henry chimed

The stranger pursed his lips together before giving me a soft smile "May I take the lovely lady for a dance?"

My eyes widened at how forward he was, probably already aware that this was Henry Cavill I was currently with- him being my husband.

Henry stiffened before looking at me, as if to ask if I was okay with this. Nodding towards him I then smiled to the man "yes, you may"

With that the man had whisked me away from Henry, our bodies meeting on a different part of the dance floor.

"You know, the press may get ahold of this. I can't dance for too long"

The man raised an eyebrow "press? This place doesn't have any of that. You're fine"

My heart began to hammer into my chest, believing that maybe we were safe from prying eyes and bulky cameras.

"You're really beautiful, you know?"

Nibbling my lips I smiled gently at him "you're not too bad yourself"

After awhile the dancing began to get more fast paced, the same dancing I was doing with Henry not long ago got replicated as the man gripped my waist tightly, his grip holding me close.

"My name is Pete" He hummed into my neck

Pete was a very handsome man and if I fucked him then there would be less consequences then being with Henry, I rather not make our relationship complicated so I encouraged Pete's flirtatious actions. Even though I would much rather be with Henry right now.

"My name is Melanie"

I now turned to face him, my fingers brushing his jawline, I began to stare intently at his lips, they looked available for me to plant mine on. "You know who that man is over there?" I hummed
Pete shook his head, which confused me immensely but maybe people genuinely didn't know Henry as much over here.

With his response I decided to crash my lips on his, his tongue making its way into my mouth lapping me up. The kiss was passionate and made me moan between breaths, he was amazing at this. Pete then grabbed a fistful of my hair, tugging it gently. It felt like I was on cloud nine, finally being able to release my emotions into this one person.

Before our kiss could continue for much longer, a hand planted itself on Pete's shoulder making him pull away. "Sorry to interrupt but me and Melanie best be getting home"

Pete frowned and then looked at me "that's a shame.."
His eyes began to undress me making me blush as he looked me up and down, this attention was bringing me so much excitement but I knew I better get home with how drunk I was.

Henry clenched his jaw as he stared at the interaction between us, he didn't realise why he was so irritated by it but it wasn't a feeling he enjoyed.

"It was lovely meeting you Pete..." I hummed, the alcohol laced with my words.

With that Henry had ahold of my wrist and was pulling me out of the club, his hand running through his hair. "Did you not think about who saw that?"

I giggled lightly in my drunken state, shoving Henry playfully "it's fine, stop worrying"

Henry shook his head, his blue eyes darkening. "This could ruin everything Melanie"

Realisation began to hit me, but it then got replaced with anger. "You told me that everyone here is respectful, it's fine"

Henry began to pace, he was clearly worried about any consequences that may arise. "Yes, respectful for us. Not some random guy eye fucking my wife"

I raised a brow at him, curious as to why he was suddenly being this way "Henry are you jealous ?"

Henry chuckled at my comment making me flustered "no, I'm not jealous. Just trying to make it so all of this wasn't a waste of time. My families approval wasn't a waste of time"

Guilt washed over me, fully realising I should of been more careful. How I shouldn't of let the alcohol cloud my judgment. "I'm sorry Henr-

Henry grabbed my waist pulling me in close, his breath fanning my face. His eyes trailed upwards before landing on my lips which made me nervous.

My lips parted, As if I was awaiting Henry to kiss me. As stupid as that may sound. Though the entire night had been full of sexual tension so maybe I wasn't imaging it.

Henry drew closer to me, his plumped lips now inches away from mine, our heart rates thumping at a quickened rate against one another.

Before our lips could melt into one another, sadly a familiar taxi pulled up outside. Disturbing us both from our thoughts and almost kissing situation.

Henry pulled away, a blush tinting his face as he quickly walked towards the taxi.

that was too close.

Too close.


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