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Games Of Make Believe	By : SavageWords Category: Individual Celebrities > Gerard Butler Views: 10290 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Fifteen

KNOCK

KNOCK

KNOCK

Gerry covered his face with a pillow as he tried to block out the sounds of someone knocking on the front door. “Go away!” The pillow muffled his voice. All he wanted to do was sleep. Was that too much to ask? He didn’t get much sleep last night and today during the meeting with Andrew, he was dragging. Unfortunately, Andrew noticed and told him to go take a nap before tonight’s show. Hoping to drag Emmy along with him to bed, she and his boss had other ideas. Andrew wanted her to rust to the photo shoot so she wouldn’t be late. So now not only wasn’t he getting his rest, he had a raging hard-on.

The knocking wouldn’t stop and Gerry was seriously going to kill someone. Growling, he threw the pillow as he got up off the couch. The couch was as far as he got before he collapses from exhaustion. Dressed only in his black CK boxer briefs, they hung low on his hips, tenting from his frustration at not having Emmy near him. Right now, he didn’t care who saw him like this. If they were going to intrude on his naptime, he was going to display it all for the world to see. Reaching the front door, he whipped it open as he yelled, “WHAT?”

Tonya jumped about a mile up into the air as she screamed. She nearly dropped the suitcases she was trying to lug up the stairs that led to the door. “Bloody Hell Gerry!” She glared at him. “What in the world is wrong with you?”

Gerry glared back at her. “I’m tired. What the fuck do you want? I thought we weren’t having dinner until later?” He rubbed his hands over his face, groaning.

“We aren’t.” Tonya pushed her way past him, dragging a suitcase along with her. “Be a doll and grab the others for me.” She breathed heavily as she dragged her suitcase into the living room.

Staring at his assistant as if she grew another head, Gerry turned to stare at the remaining suitcases. “What the fuck are these? Checking in?” He gave her a hard look.

“Gerry my flat is being completely repainted. My landlady says I need to find a place to stay for about a week. So you don’t mind if I stay here do you?” Tonya turned to look at him.

Suddenly Gerry was groaning as he ran his fingers through his hair. “No no no. Any night but tonight.” He mumbled to himself. “This can’t be happening.” He looked up at her. “Why don’t I get you a nice hotel room? A suite perhaps?”

Tonya’s eyes went wide as she put her hands on her hips. “Gerard James Butler! You can’t offer your friend some help when she needs it?”

“No Tonya, you don’t understand…” He started as he put his hands up.

“Then tell me.” She glared at him. “Do you know all the things I do for you? When you’re stuck on location who is the one who makes sure you know where every Starbucks is, right down to what street it is on? Who is the one who makes all your travel arrangements because Heaven help us all if you dare call yourself? Or what about the time when I had to lie about that night you slept with the woman from the Swedish Bikini Team when you were supposed to be having dinner with your mum? Not only that, but you forgot protection and you called me to bring you some!” Tonya was really mad now.

Gerry opened his mouth to say something but not a word came out. What could he say? She was right. He closed his mouth with a snap, as he looked away growling. The plans he had for him and Emmy were going right out the window. A whole week living with Tonya meant that he couldn’t be with Emmy. He closed his eyes as he began to take some deep breaths. He did owe Tonya some pretty big favors. He knew no matter how much he wanted to say no, he couldn’t. “The guest room is free.” He sighed.

Tonya grinned as she motioned towards her bags. “Thanks love. I promise I won’t be any trouble.” She began dragging her bags down to the guest room. “Thanks again Gerry.”

He sighed as he grabbed her other bags. “Sure not a problem. Not at all. I’m fucking hard as granite but that’s ok.” He muttered to himself. He dragged her bags down to the hall. “What the fuck do you have in this fucking thing?” He growled as he walked in the room.

Tonya turned to look at him. “Ok using the F word continuously. So are we cranky or just sexually frustrated?” She raised her eyebrows.

“Both. Now here are your FUCKING bags!” Gerry tossed them down as he stormed off to his room. This was his house and if he wanted to be grumpy, he had every right to be. Tonya was his friend but now he would have to go a week without sleeping next to Emmy without some damn good excuse. He walked into his bedroom and slammed the door behind him.

He fell onto his bed and closed his eyes. He quickly opened his eyes and checked the alarm clock on the bedside table. Sighing he closed his eyes again. There was three hours before he had to be at the theater. He wondered what Emmy was doing right now. He knew she was probably at her photo shoot. He knew that she would be wearing some of the costumes from the show. He moaned softly as he pictured the lacy getup that she wore during the first trip down to the lair. Whenever she walked, the slit would reveal part of her bare thigh. Just thinking about that had him tenting in his boxer briefs again.

Sexy mental images began to flood his brain about Emmy as he moaned again. His hand quickly moved over the bulge in his boxer briefs. An image of Emmy in lacy lingerie had him slipping his hand past the band of his CK’s and reaching for his erection. When his hand circled around it, he let out a tortured groan. “Oh ya.” He arched his hips, thrusting into his hand.

Just then, the phone began to ring.

Gerry’s eyes snapped open as he stared up at the ceiling. “Oh hell no. No this is NOT happening!” He growled. The annoying ringing of the phone filled his ears. His hand had steadied on his cock as his head turned to stare at the phone. Whoever was on the line wasn’t going to give up. Reaching over he grabbed the phone and pressed the talk button. “HELLO?”

“Gerard James Butler is that any way to talk to your mother?”

Gerry groaned as he jerked his hand out of his boxer briefs. Somehow, it didn’t seem right to be touching yourself when your mother was yelling at you in your ear. He pounded his fist on the bed next to him, gritting his teeth. “I’m sorry Mum. I didn’t mean it. I was just trying to take a nap before tonight’s show.” It seemed he was getting the full name treatment a lot today.

Margaret suddenly sounded very concerned. “Oh dear. I hope I didn’t bother you, lad? I can call back later.”

Well yea that would work. See I’m hard as fucking hell right now and need to fix it. “No it’s ok, Mum.” Gerry sighed as he threw an arm over his eyes. “You never bother me.” He couldn’t help but smile. He loved his mother more than anything. She was his strength in some of the worst times in his life. Well before Emmy came along. “It’s just been a stressful day. Tonya is moving in for a week because her flat is being painted. Kinda puts a cramp on your love life when your assistant is down the hall.” He accidentally let the last part slip.

“Love life?” Margaret sounded surprised. “Just what kind of love life are we talking about here? Is there a woman I don’t know about?” There was amusement in his mother’s voice.

Gerry chuckled. “Could be.”

“Could be? Now is that any way to leave your mum hanging? You sound happier. I want to know all about it.” Margaret laughed softly. “There is a woman, isn’t there?”

Smiling, Gerry adjusted the phone on his ear. “Yea mum there is. She is incredible. She’s so beautiful. Very talented.”

“But does she make you happy?” Margaret pressed. “Happiness is the most important thing, Gerard.”

“I’m very happy Mum. More than I deserve to be.” Gerry sighed.

“So what does she do for a living? Where did you meet her?” Margaret rattled on, the excitement in her voice causing Gerry to laugh.

“She is an actress. I met her awhile back actually on the set of the movie. Only now we get to work together again.” Gerry smiled as he reached over to open a drawer on the nightstand. He pulled out a hidden picture of Emmy he had stashed there. Lying back on the bed, he smiled as he stared at the picture.

There was silence on the phone for a few seconds. “Gerard, please tell me that you are not talking about young Emmy Rossum? I know you two became friends when you made the movie. Please do not think I dislike her, because I don’t. But she is so young. I mean she’s only what, 19 now?” There was a hint of disappointment in his mother’s voice.

Gerry froze as he closed his eyes. He knew it wouldn’t be easy for their families to except it. However, he had hoped his mother would be open-minded. He knew that eventually she would when she realized how happy Emmy made him. He wasn’t about to rock the boat now. Making a spur of the moment decision, he did the first thing that came to mind. He lied. “Um no, really Mum. Emmy and I are just mates. No she was hand picked by Andrew to be in the chorus of the movie and she is working on the show here in London.” He chuckled to make the falsehood easier to swallow. He hated lying to his mother, but it was for the best right now.

“Well what’s her name then?” Margaret asked.

Staring at the pic, Gerry smiled. “Angel. She’s my angel. She’s in the chorus.” He brushed his thumb over Emmy’s face. He yawned as he adjusted the phone.

“Angel, such a lovely name.” Margaret gushed. “Now you sound tired, Gerard. I will let you go to get some rest. I will call you back later. I love you son. You take care now.”

“Alright Mum. I love you too. Say hi to Dad for me.” He yawned again as he referred to his stepfather.

“I will. Goodbye Gerard and god bless son.” Margaret hung up the phone on her side.

Gerry pushed the talk button and dropped the phone on his chest. Great, now he was lying to his mother. “I’m gonna go to Hell for this one.” He muttered.

He reached over and put back the picture of Emmy. That is when his fingers brushed against worn leather. He smiled as he grabbed the book that lay at the bottom of the drawer. The book was one containing some of Robert Burns’ poetry that Emmy had bought him for his birthday back when they were filming the movie. Funny that he would be filming a movie based on the life of Burns later next year. He opened the worn volume of poetry and his eyes skimmed across the pages.

Suddenly he grabbed the phone again and dialed Emmy’s number. He listened as her cell phone rang and rang with no answer. Her voicemail suddenly picked up and he almost groaned as he heard her sweet voice come over the line. When it was his turn to leave a message, he whispered huskily into the phone. “Hey love, it’s just me. Our after show plans are going to have to be postponed. It seems that Tonya’s flat is being repainted so I ended up with a flat mate for at least a week. I’m so sorry and I swear I’ll make this up to you. I’ll see you tonight at the show. Who knows, maybe we can go out for a bite to eat afterwards?”

His eyes caught something in the book and he smiled. “I have something for you. Just looking at the book, you bought me a long time ago. There is something in here that makes me think of you. This poem is for my Angel.” His voice deepened as he began to read a poem to her, his Scottish brogue becoming thicker, if that was even possible.

O my Luve’s like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June:
O my Luve’s like the melodie,
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’life shall run.

And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ ‘twere ten thousand mile!

Gerry hung up the phone and put back the book. He could hear Tonya scurrying around in the guest room next door. He groaned as he grabbed a pillow and put it over his head. It was going to be a long long week. He just hoped he wouldn’t die from the lack of blood flow to his brain.

* * * * * *

Slipping on his mask, Gerry took a long ragged breath. Tonight’s show was going so slow. Not to mention to the fact that seeing Emmy and having her so close was wreaking havoc on his body. During the first trip to the lair scene, he barely could keep his hands off her during Music of the Night. He could hear the chorus singing Masquerade and knew it was almost time for his entrance in his Red Death costume. With all the sexual frustration he was feeling combined with the anger at not being able to sleep next to Emmy, Gerry was primed with anger for this scene.

Hearing his cue, Gerry walked out to stand at the top of the stairs as he looked down over the stage. The music was reflecting exactly how he felt right now, angry. With each note, he stomped his way down as he began to sing. He tried to keep his eyes off Emmy until it was time for the Phantom to acknowledge her. Right now he was too busy tormenting Wendy, his Phantom having fun berating Carlotta. Moving on to Piangi and then to his managers, no one was safe from his wrath. He knew he was laying it on thick tonight but damn it he was angry. Wasn’t the Phantom supposed to be angry? After all this was the Phantom’s opera house and if he wanted to be angry he had every right! Turning, Gerry knew it was time to face the face of his own torment.

Turning towards Emmy, he had to fight the moan that bubbled up at his lips. She looked beautiful in her ball gown, giving him the tiny hint of the swell of her breasts. He could see the questions in her eyes. Like the previous night, they didn’t get a chance to talk before the show. He woke up late from his nap and had to rush to get to the theater on time. As Gerry sang his lines, he kept his eyes on Emmy. He growled as he saw David all snuggled up to her. He knew it was Raoul’s part to be close to Christine. Yet that tidbit did nothing to calm him down. Why should David get to be close to Emmy when he was the one who needed to be? God now he was getting jealous of a married man who was doing nothing but his job. Get a grip Gerry, he yelled at himself. When it was David’s turn to flee to grab his sword, Gerry made his move.

Emmy took a step closer to Gerry, his voice calling to her. She could tell something was bothering him, more than likely the thing with Tonya. His mood wasn’t going to get much better when she told him her news. She wished they could go off for a weekend together, away from everyone. She kept her focus as she stepped up the stairs to face him.

As he sang, Gerry’s eyes moved down to the necklace she wore with the ring draped on it. By now, his costume felt ten times too tight and the bulge was straining against the red fabric. He fought the urge to grab Emmy’s hand and make her feel his pain. Instead, he remained focused as he grabbed the ring and yanked hard as he could. “Your chains are still mine, You belong to me!”

The chain snapped and Emmy flinched as part of it hit her lower chin. Gerry groaned. He would have to kiss that better when he had a chance. Now it was time for the Phantom to make his getaway. Gathering up his costume, he ran up the stairs to the trapdoor in the floor. The last thing he saw before he jumped was the look on Emmy’s face.

* * * * * *

Emmy knocked on Gerry’s dressing room door. After the finale of the show, she had hurried up to change. Something was going on tonight and she wanted to make sure Gerry was ok. Tonya staying with him shouldn’t have upset him that much. As she raised her hand to knock again, the door flung open and there stood Gerry. Emmy felt her mouth go dry as she stared at him.

Wearing only his final act trousers, Gerry’s bare chest stared her in the face. The trousers hung low on his hips, giving the impression he wasn’t wearing anything underneath them. The stage makeup and wig had been removed, and it was her Gerry looking at her. His green eyes opened wide when he saw her. “Hey, come on in.” He moved out of the way.

She brushed past him to enter the dressing room. The door suddenly slammed behind her, and she was yanked around as Gerry’s lips crashed down on her’s. Emmy moaned as her hands went immediately around his neck, as she opened her mouth to him. Their tongues met half way and the kiss quickly became hurried and full of lust. Her fingers slid up over the bare skin of his chest, causing him to moan.

“Hell love, I don’t know if I can do this.” He whispered feverishly against her lips. “I’m gonna miss you at night. Maybe if I tell Tonya we need to work on some scenes I can come over to sleep?” His hands slid over her body, cupping her breasts.

“Actually that’s why I came to talk to you.” Emmy pulled back to look at him. “I wanted to tell you that Cassie is coming for a visit.” She bit her lip, knowing it was better to blurt it out.

“What?” Gerry groaned. “For how long?” He brought his hand up to rake through his dark hair.

“For two weeks. She wants to see the show, and to make sure I’m ok.” Emmy kissed him fully on the lips. Her hands slid up and down his chest. “She called me this afternoon after the meeting with Andrew.”

“If it’s not one fucking thing, it’s another.” He groaned as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

Emmy ran her fingers through his hair. “I got the message you left for me on my phone. That poem is beautiful, and with you reading it…I listened to the message over and over.”

Gerry smiled against her neck. “I love the books. I keep them with me all the time. Now they will be more than helpful with Burns.”

“Anything I can do to help…” Emmy grinned.

“Well now that you mention it.” Gerry took her lips in another wild kiss, his tongue tasting the sweet softness of her’s. He began to kiss her chin, swirling his tongue around it. “This is for hitting you with the chain.”

“Gerry...” Emmy giggled.

“What? This is helping.” He kissed her again. “Hey I need to get what I can. I’m rooming with Tonya all week. I need my girlfriend fix. Then having to explain it to Mum.” He growled as he sucked on her earlobe.

“Explain what to your mother?” Emmy pushed at his shoulders.

Gerry stilled and pulled back giving her the best fake innocent smile he could. “Um nothing…”

Emmy raised an eyebrow. “Gerard James Butler, what did you do?”

He rolled his eyes. “What is it with you women and my full name? That is the third time I’ve heard it today.”

“What did you do?”

He sighed. “I started to tell Mum that I was happy and had a girlfriend. Well she became upset and worried when she thought it might be you. She was worried about the age difference. Normally she has an open mind but I was tired, grumpy and horny and it was not a good time to argue. So I lied.”

Emmy’s eyes widened. “You lied? About what?”

“I told her my girlfriend’s name was Angel and she was in the chorus.” He grinned at her sheepishly.

Instead of being angry, Emmy burst out laughing. “Oh god that’s as bad as me dating Jamie.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. “That is really funny.”

“You’re not mad at me?” Gerry hugged her. “I don’t want to lie. I really don’t. But Mum has to see for herself. Besides, she worries too much about me. I’m a grown man, not a boy.”

She smiled at him as she kissed the corner of his mouth. “Your mum is always going to worry about you, and no I’m not mad. We both agreed that hiding it was for the best. When it’s the right time, we’ll tell our families.”

Taking her hand and kissing it, Gerry smiled at her. “I love you so much. Come on, let’s get out of here to go have some dinner. I need to spend as much time with you as I can. It’s going to be a long two weeks.”
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