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Games Of Make Believe	By : SavageWords Category: Individual Celebrities > Gerard Butler Views: 10290 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Gerard Butler. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter Ten

“Oh crap” Emmy cringed as the top of her big toe was suddenly coated in bright crimson nail polish. Sticking the end of the brush between her teeth, she grabbed a tissue and quickly tried to correct the problem. Rehearsal was long and tedious today. It was a dress rehearsal and after eight hours in a tight corset, she was more than happy to get home to take a long hot shower. Now she sat sitting in her living room wrapped up in a towel as she tried to paint her toenails. Gerry was taking her out to dinner tonight and she wanted to look good.

Just then the phone rang, causing her to growl as she nearly painted her toe again. Reaching over she grabbed the phone. “Hello?” Her tone wasn’t the most pleasant and this point in time, she didn’t care.

“Gee are we in a bad mood or what? I thought living out there with the Scottish Sex God was supposed to improve your mood?” Cassandra’s voice laughed over the line.

Hearing her best friend’s voice put a smile on Emmy’s face. “Normally it does, but not when I am trying to paint my toenails and all I end up painting is my toe.” She laughed.

“So how have you been? How’s London?” Cassandra rattled on. “Most importantly, how’s Gerry?”

Emmy smiled as she finished painting her last toe. “London’s fine. I’m fine. A little battle weary. I had to fight with a whalebone corset today, and I lost.”

“Aw there was no big strong Phantom to rip it off of you?” Cassandra asked while fighting laughter.

“No that comes in Act III.” Emmy smirked as she closed up the bottle of nail polish.

“Act III? I don’t remember there being an Act III in The Phantom of the Opera.” Cassandra sounded confused.

“Oh there is. Gerry and I just haven’t managed to act it out yet.” Emmy chuckled. “But there has been a lot of rehearsing.”

“Oh my god!” Cassandra exclaimed, finally getting her friend’s meaning. “Just what is going on over there, Emmy Grey Rossum?”

“Lots and lots of rehearsing.” Emmy giggled.

“Since when? Last you told me, Mr. Butler was only a friend!” Cassandra shrieked into the phone. “Friends you said. You said you weren’t going to set yourself up for something that wasn’t there. Is it there now?”

Emmy sighed as she leaned back against the couch. “I think there is.”

“Think? There better be more than think if all this “rehearsing” is going on!”

“Cassie, it’s not that easy. I mean if you’re asking if we are together the answer is yes.” Emmy played with the frayed edge of the towel. “I have a boyfriend.”

“Ok something is wrong. I hear it in your voice.” Cassandra accused. “Spill it. What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing really.” Emmy sighed. She quickly blew on her toes to try to dry them.

“Emmanuelle!” Cassandra yelled into the phone.

“Ok. Ok. Well we have to hide what’s going on. I mean not only because Andrew made it quite clear that he doesn’t want anything to distract us from the show. But do you know what the press would do if they caught wind of this?” Emmy rested her head on her knees.

“Can you imagine what your mother would say?” Cassandra asked quietly. “She is still ranting because you up and went to London by yourself. If she finds out that you’re seeing Gerry. Oh god Emmy, I don’t envy you at all.”

“Gee thanks.” Emmy said wryly. “Anyway we’ve found ways to hide it. Oh did you know I have a boyfriend named Jamie from Long Beach?” She started giggling. “

“I’m not even going to ask.” Cassandra joined her in the laughter. “So you lie about your current boyfriend with a fake one. Nice.”

“Hey, he’s not fake. Just invisible.” Emmy chuckled. “Besides, he calls me all the time and writes me these intense love letters.”

“Oh this is too As The World Turns for me.” Cassandra replied. “Honestly, how is it with Gerry? Does he treat you right? So how much “rehearsing” have you done?”

“He’s so wonderful Cassie. He’s funny and sweet. He is so worried about the press finding out, and no not for the reason you’d think. He wants to play my knight in shining armor.” Emmy couldn’t help but smile as she thought of Gerry. “Waking up next to him is amazing.”

“Waking up next to him? Emmy you didn’t-“

“No. At least not yet.” Emmy bit her lip.

“Not yet?” Cassandra blurted out. “Emmy as much as I love you have you thought about the differences between you two?”

“What differences? We get along great Cassie. We have so much to talk about.” Emmy pointed out.

“I’m talking about the age difference, sweetie. He’s gonna be 36 and you just turned 19.” Cassandra sighed. “That has to factor in there somewhere. Your mother is going to flip.”

“Well my mother is not going to find out. Besides who cares?” Emmy was getting angry now. “I love Gerry and the age is a factor to everyone but us.”

“Whoa…love?” Cassandra exclaimed. “You are in love with him?”

Emmy closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Yea Cassie I am. I tried to hold it off, thinking that maybe it was just us from working together again. But no, I love him.” Her voice came out a whisper.

“Does he love you?” Cassandra asked. When Emmy didn’t answer right away, she sighed. “Emmy?”

“He signed the letter from the man who loves you.” Emmy didn’t want to get into this conversation.

“Has he told you? Has he said the words?” Cassandra asked again. “Emmy?”

“No! No he hasn’t yet, ok?” Emmy grumbled. “You know how long it takes for men to say the words anyway.”

“Oh Emmy I hope you know what you are doing. I really hope this isn’t a game to him.” There was sympathy in Cassandra’s voice. “I mean his reputation with the ladies alone...”

“You just don’t understand, Cassie.” Emmy sighed.

“I want to Emmy. I do.” Cassandra told her. “I just don’t want you hurt.”

“I won’t get hurt, I swear.” Emmy promised. “Listen I need to go and get ready. We are going out to dinner later.”

“Ok hun. Hey when is opening night?” Cassandra asked curiously.

“Next week.” Emmy smiled. “That’s why we are spending more time in dress rehearsal lately. Gerry and I are becoming used to the set and how we can work on it.”

“I am dying to see you on the stage. Who knows maybe I’ll come for a little bit during break.” Cassandra chuckled.

“I’ll be here.” Emmy smiled.

“I’ll let you go. Have fun tonight.” Cassandra told her. “Just be careful.”

“I know what I’m doing. Bye Cassie.” Emmy hung up the phone. She closed her eyes and let her head fall on her knees. She just doesn’t understand. The letter he sent as Jamie explained everything, didn’t it?

* * * * * *

“Here sign these and I think we’re done.” Tonya handed Gerry a small stack of his promo shots. “Unless you have anything else for me to do today?” She gave him a quick glance. “You ok? You look tired.”

Scribbling his signature on a photo, Gerry sighed. “I am tired. We had a long dress rehearsal today. I need to hurry this up because I have a date tonight.” He put aside the photo and grabbed another one. When Tonya didn’t say anything, he looked up. “What?”

“A date?” Tonya asked gently.

“Yes a date.” Gerry continued to sign the photos. He could feel Tony’s eyes on him. He pulled the cigarette that he had dangling from his lips out of his mouth as he laid it in the ashtray. “It’s what happens when two people go out. Usually they have dinner and who knows if the girl likes ya enough…” A cocky smirk appeared on his lips.

“Who with?” Tonya asked as she reached over and put out his cigarette.

Gerry glared at her as he watched her. “My girlfriend.” He went back to singing photos. He knew that would get to her because in the next moment Tonya jerked the marker out of his hands, smearing the ink over the picture. “Well this one is ruined.” His eyes rose to look at his assistant.

“Your girlfriend?” Tony couldn’t hide her shock. “And just who in the bloody hell would that be?” When she saw the look Gerry was giving her, she let go of the pen and sat back. “Emmy? When the hell did this happen?”

“Tonya we’ve had this talk.” Gerry grabbed the pen and began to sign again. “Emmy is very special to me. Very special.” He didn’t want to talk about this, not now. He didn’t feel as if he had anything to justify. How he felt about Emmy was his business.

“Do you love her?” Tonya went to grab the pen away but Gerry jerked his hand away just in time. “Gerard talk to me! Do you love her? I hope to God she’s not just a fling to you. Emmy’s too sweet for that.”

“I would never do that to her. Never!” Gerry growled as he stared hard at his assistant. “What are ya anyway, my mum?”

“I think if your mum knew you were messing around with a young innocent girl-“

“Stop!” Gerry fumed as he stood up. “You’re twisting everything around. It’s not like that at all. Emmy loves me, she told me last night. As for my mum, she would be happy that I found someone who loves and understands me.” He glared down at Tonya. “You are my assistant and my friend. I hoped you’d understand. But right now I don’t care if you do or not. This is my life and I’ll do what I fucking want to do!” Not wanting to speak of it anymore, Gerry threw down the pen and walked out of the room.

Tonya watched him go with a somber face. She began to gather up the unsigned photos and put them into a neat stack, mumbling to herself. “I know that Emmy loves you Gerry. I can see it in her face when she looks at you. The question I asked was, do you love her?”

* * * * * *

“I’m coming! Hold on!” Emmy yelled as she walked quickly, trying to hold onto her towel. The loud banging on her door wouldn’t stop. After hanging up with Cassandra she had gone into the bedroom to pick out an outfit for tonight. Then someone began to bang on the front door, not even using the doorbell. Reaching the door, she flung it open only to be almost hit by Gerry’s fist as it came down to knock again. “Gerry? What are you doing here so early?” She stared at him and the look on his face, instantly she knew something was wrong.

It was pouring rain outside and Gerry stood in the heart of it. Rain plastered the white button down shirt he wore to his broad chest. The cotton became sheer as the toned muscular form of his body was there for her eyes to feast on. Only the middle two buttons were done up, with the wind whipping up the shirt to give her an eyeful of his abs. His hair was slicked down and rain ran off his face. The khakis he wore hung heavy around his waist from the weight of the soaked material. But it was his eyes that had her most concerned. There was this lost look in the green depths that scared her.

“Gerry what’s wrong?” Emmy’s voice wavered as she reached up to touch his cheek.

The next thing she knew she was pulled hard to his soaked chest as his arms came around to squeeze her tight against him. “You know how special ya are to me, right Emmy? You know that I care for ya, don’t ya?” His brogue came out in full as he hoarsely whispered in her ear. “Please tell me ya know. I need to know that ya understand.” He rambled on as he buried his head in the crook of her neck.

Her arms came up around to stroke his wet hair at the nape of his neck. “Gerry what’s this all about?” Emmy asked again, this time her whole body flooding with dread.

“Tell me ya know, love. Please?” The look in his eyes paired with the fear in his voice broke her heart. He began stroking her cheek as he cupped her face. “Tell me.” He swallowed hard.

“I know I’m special to you, Gerry.” She gave him a nervous smile. “Why don’t you come in and get out of this rain. Come on, I’ll warm you up.” She backed up, leading him into the house. He was dripping all over the carpet but she could care less right now. Her main concern was getting Gerry inside and calmed down. What had made him so upset and scared like this?

“You’re everything to me, love.” Gerry ran a hand over his wet hair, making it stick up in all directions.

She could see his whole body was shaking. Emmy wasn’t sure if it was from the rain or what. As she closed the door, she took his hand. “Come on, let’s go into the bathroom and get these wet clothes off. We can just stay in tonight instead, ok?” She led him into the bathroom like a little lost kid. She wrapped an arm around his waist and gave him a hug. “It’s ok, Gerry. I’m here honey.”

Walking into the bathroom, Emmy closed the door behind them. “Here we need to get you out of these wet clothes.” She turned him around to face her. She could see the lost look still in his eyes. She reached up and quickly unbuttoned his shirt. “How long had you been knocking? You’re soaked.” She slid her hands under the saturated cotton and began to push it from his shoulders. She stripped his shirt off as it made a squishy sound as it hit the floor. Looking up she saw his eyes had closed. “Gerry are you ok?”

Tonya’s words kept echoing in his head. How could she even think that he would treat Emmy like that? He wasn’t proud of the way he ended most of his flings, as Tonya called them. Hell he sent most of the women flowers the next day. But to think that Emmy was like that was fucking insane. Bringing his mum into it was even worse. He gave her half a smile. “Yea, I’m fine now that I’m here with you.”

Emmy smiled at him as she slid her hands slowly down his chest. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. What happened to send you running over here?” A concerned look flowed over her face. “You kinda scared me there.”

He sighed as shame filled his features. “Tonya and I had a disagreement. We both said some things maybe we shouldn’t have.” He found himself sucking in his breath as Emmy dragged her palms down his chest on her way to his pants. The feeling of her scorching hands on his icy skin had him pressing against her, his body begging for more.

“I hope it wasn’t anything too serious?” Emmy looked even more worried. Her fingers reached the band of his khakis. She quickly undid the button and unzipped the zipper. “You and Tonya are quite close.” She dipped her hands in his pants as she prepared to push them off. Her fingers brushed along his white boxer briefs and sucked in her breath upon discovering him hard and throbbing.

Without warning, Gerry pulled her close as his lips came crashing down on her’s. He reached out for her and hauled her close to him. His tongue barged its way past her soft lips as he reached up to cup her head. Hearing the moan escape from Emmy’s mouth, he silenced her as he deepened the kiss. He needed to feel her response to him, craved it.

She had no idea what had come over him, but she was not going to argue. Kissing him back, Emmy ran her palm up and down his chest. Their tongues met and dueled with an erotic rhythm. She gasped as Gerry ripped the towel from her body, the worn terrycloth falling on the floor to join his shirt. Instantly his hand covered her breast, cupping it as his thumb teased her nipple. As the kiss broke his mouth latched onto her neck, his lips dragging over her skin. “Gerry what-“ She barely got out as she moaned.

“I need you Emmanuelle.” His voice came out hoarse. “I need to be inside you. NOW!” He bent his head as he slipped a nipple into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around it his hand crept down until he reached the soft curls between her thighs. “God I’m so fucking hard, love.”

She reached down and slipped her hand into his white boxer briefs, encircling her hand around him. She felt his hips jerk against her as he moaned. Emmy paused for a few seconds, just holding him in her hands as they kissed again. When Gerry began to thrust against her hand, she began to stroke him. “Are all guys this…”

“What love?” Gerry slowly slid two fingers inside her, hissing at how wet she was.

“Big.” Emmy managed to choke out.

Gerry couldn’t hold back the smile or the chuckle. “I don’t fucking know, Emmy. I don’t go around asking other guys how big they are.” Then he gave her a mock glare. “I sure as hell better not catch you going around asking either.”

Emmy giggled as she began to kiss away the glare. “All I want is you.”

Those were the exact words he needed to hear. But just as he began to kiss her deeply, he tore his mouth away and swore. “Fuck!”

Emmy froze. “What’s wrong, Gerry?” She looked up to find him breathing slowly with his eyes closed.

“No this can’t be happening. Not now.” He opened his eyes and groaned. “We can’t continue. God I want nothing more than to be inside you right now. But we have to stop.”

“Why? Gerry, I want this too. Why stop now?” Emmy cupped his cheek, the stubble tickling her palm.

“I don’t have any protection with me. Hell I think I ran out of the house without my wallet now that I think about it.” Gerry groaned again as he let his forehead fall until it touched her’s. “We have to be careful Emmy.” He pulled her into his embrace. “I’m so sorry baby. I swear I’ll make this up to you.”

Laying her head on his chest, she wrapped her arms around his waist. By touching her Gerry had stoked the fires. It was like a bucket of cold water being dumped on both of them. “It’s ok Gerry, really.” She tried not to let the disappointment flood her voice.

Pulling away from her, Gerry cupped her face as he kissed her softly. “When we finally make love it will be all that more special.” He whispered. “I promise you.”

Seeing the tenderness in his eyes, Emmy smiled. “I know. Why don’t you go and take a shower? I’ll wash your clothes for you. After your shower, go crawl in my bed. I think it’s better if you stay here tonight. Then I can make sure you’re ok.”

Gerry pulled her closer for another hug. His eyes closed as he squeezed her tight against him. “You’re everything to me Emmy.”

“I’m always going to be here for you.” Emmy kissed him briefly as she pulled away. “Go take your shower and I’ll see you soon. Just leave your clothes and I’ll wash them in a bit.” She grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her body.

As Gerry watched her walk out, he let out a heavy sigh. His fists clenched tightly. God he came so damn close to taking her right here in the bathroom. Being so close to her was wreaking havoc on his body, not to mention his mind. Again the conversation he had with Tonya replayed in his mind. Do you love her? Do you love her? Do you love her? The words almost teased him. Why was he having such a problem with this? He cared for her so much. She had become a big part of his life. But the moment he saw Emmy again he knew that he had to be with her. He never had time or the inclination to start anything serious. Love was such a strong word and he didn’t want to throw it around lightly.

Stripping off his khakis and boxers, Gerry got into the shower. He turned on the water until it ran almost scalding. With the water pouring down over him, Gerry thought about Emmy. He could see there was something wrong in her eyes. She’s waiting to hear you say the words, he scolded himself. When she whispered I love you last night, he had heard every word. She loves me. A pure masculine smile spread over his face. “She loves me.” He whispered. Grabbing the soap, he began to lather up his chest. From that moment on it became his priority to prove to Emmy exactly what he felt for her.
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