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Chapter 2 - It could have been you

'I don't think your sexual preferences matter with the trade deal the secretary is trying to agree with you' Henry went to move away from him but Andrada closed the gap. He crashed his lips onto Henry's forcing his tongue into his mouth and he cupped his hands over Henry's member and attempted to grab and rub it ferociously

'GET OFF ME' Henry shouted, pushing Andrada back and watching as he stumbled a little before wiping his mouth.

'Oh I see you like it rough, I will be sure to remember that when I get Elizabeth alone' he teased Henry and Henry saw red. He threw himself at Andrada, landed a punch square on his face. Andrada let out a scream as his nose broke and blood spilled down his face an onto Henry's knuckles

'YOU SICK BASTARD, YOU STAY AWAY FROM ME AND MY WIFE' Henry shouted standing above Andrada, who was now holding his broken nose looking very sheepish. The shouting alerted Elizabeth and the staff, causing them all to rush into the room and look at the scene before them.

'Henry' she gasped.

Henry looked back over his shoulder at his wife who looked incredibly shocked and confused by what had happened. He bent down to Andrada's level and whispered in his ear

'Next time I'll be asking for permission from President Dolton to kill you' Henry stood up and stepped away, walking past Elizabeth and her staff heading to the hotel room.

Henry was pacing the hotel room. His mind was in overdrive. A real mixture of emotions, anger mainly, but he also felt hurt, exploited, violated, scared for Elizabeth, and concerned about his actions how they were going to be perceived by Elizabeth, Conrad, Russell and the world.

Fuck Henry, What the hell was that. I punched him. But the son of a bitch deserved it. I swear to god if he touches Elizabeth I'll kill him. He touched me; oh my...he touched me. How am I supposed to tell Elizabeth? Men are not supposed to get sexually assaulted were to manly for that, too strong' that was sexual assault wasn't it? I feel dirty, and sick...

Henry rushed to the en-suite bathroom and emptied the contents of his stomach. He threw his head back and sunk into the wall when he was done. His knuckled still blood stained, his head a mess, he wasn't sure how to feel. He wanted to cry but didn't feel he had reason enough to do so. He pulled himself up and leant on the skin; he switched the shower on and undressed, stepping into the warm water.

Henry scrubbed his body vigorously; he was attempting to wash the 'dirt' away. Henry couldn't believe he let another man touch him; let someone other than his wife get that close. He was confused is it sexual assault? Or did I lead him on; I did suggest staying in the room with him alone...

Henry was so preoccupied with his thoughts he didn't hear Elizabeth enter the room and sit patiently on the bed waiting for him to come out of the shower. Henry eventually stepped out of the shower and walked into the room, he spotted Elizabeth sat there and his heart sank. The thought that someone could hurt her or touch her the way he had just been touched made him sick. If he hadnt come on this trip it could have been Elizabeth in his position and Andrada might just have gone further with her.

'What the hell was that Henry?' she broke the silence. Henry was unsure about her tone. It appeared to be a mix of confusion, anger and concern. He suddenly couldn't find the words.

'Well Henry?' she pressed. yep that's anger Henry thought to himself. In all of their 30 years together he had never not been able to speak to Elizabeth. This was a first. And just like that Henry finally began to understand just how Elizabeth felt all those times she struggled to talk to him about things. Times where she literally said 'I can't find the words' He now understood that fully.

'Henry we are being ordered out of the Philippines by the military and POTUS wants to know what the hell happened, and I do not have an answer so you better start giving me one' She scorned snapping him from his thoughts.

'What did Andrada say?'

'Nothing he is currently receiving treatment for a broken nose' she snapped at her husband.

'Elizabeth I...He...' Henry had to stop for fear he would break down and cry.

'I need to go and sort this mess out, when I get back I want a full explanation' she demanded, anger and frustration consuming her she failed to see Henry was struggling.

'I am sorry' he choked

'Sorry? YOURE SORRY' she spun around and let loose on him

'No Henry you do not get to wash this away with an I am sorry, you cannot go around punching people and you certainly cannot punch a president especially when your wife is the secretary of state, Bloody Hell Henry I knew when we left you had a hang up with President Andrada and thought he was a little aloof but this Henry really? You've just created a bloody mess' she ranted and exited the room. Leaving Henry alone as a silent tear escaped down his cheek. The reality of what happened to him only moments ago was starting to creep in and take a hold.

It wasn't long before they were back on the plane flying home. Elizabeth had a pounding headache. She had, as expected received an earful from Russell and Conrad, demanding to know why Henry punched a president. When Elizabeth was unable to answer and Henry refuse to speak with them it only added more fuel to the fire. It was actually Russell who calmed first, highlighting that 'this isn't like Henry' and the threesome figured something must has been said. However nothing they came up with justified Andrada being punched, despite their inner voices praising Henry for punching a man who the majority of the world wanted to attack.

Henry hadn't spoken a word to anyone since Elizabeth left the room. He was immersed in his thoughts. Elizabeth was genuinely concerned about Henry now, she figured something serious was said, but she was furious that he left her to hand dry in front of the leader of the free world. She was spitting feathers at the fact he knew she would have to offer the president an explanation and he didn't even offer one, not even a pathetic one that was untrue. He was mute.

She stood up and walked towards him, he refused to look up and acknowledge her more. He felt ashamed, he started to think if she looked at him she would see what happened and he was too embarrassed to let her know that. Ignoring her only infuriated Elizabeth more, she leant down to his level

'My Office now' she hissed and stormed off towards the back of the plane into her office. Henry got up and followed her, his eyes watching his feet as they walked towards her office. He suddenly felt like a naughty school kid in trouble with the headmistress, or one of her staff who had messed up. Henry didn't feel like her husband. He walked inside the section of the plane that was designated to be her office; he closed the door behind him and looked up at her for the first time in hours.

Elizabeth's breath hit the back of her throat; Henry's eyes were puffy, the tip of his nose red and his skin looked pale.

'Henry' she immediately dropped all her professional boundaries and became his wife. She walked towards him and went to wrap her arms around him but he stepped back

'Don't touch me' he jolted away

'Henry' Elizabeth's voice shook

'No Elizabeth, you have treated me like a member of your staff, you have judged and assumed I acted unfairly, that is not the Elizabeth I married, so when she comes back let me know' he was angry, not at her but he couldn't help take it out on her

'Well the Henry I married is big on communication and yet here he is unable to communicate a single thing' she remained calm in tone but her words were spoken with harsh intent

'It could have been you' he whispered

'What could have?' she stepped closer

'It doesn't matter' he pulled back and walked out of her office and back to his seat. He turned over and put is head down determined to get some sleep before they land in a few hours time