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Four Divos and a Diva
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Join date : 2010-12-08
Age : 49
Location : Sweden
|Subject: Four Divos and a Diva Wed Dec 08, 2010 6:36 pm|| |
Hi! I'm brand new to this site, and I've been asked to post my first ever fan fic here. So without further ado, here's the first chapter of "Four Divos and a Diva" (some of you may have read this on another site). Hope you enjoy! P.S. I should probably put a warning here, in case it's needed - this story is quite sexually explicit in some chapters, just so you know
.FOUR DIVOS AND A DIVAChapter 1
Urs Bühler was not a happy man. He hadn’t been for quite a while, and sitting in a movie parlor full of people, hugging a gigantic box of popcorn and a Coke didn’t make it any better. He was definitely not in the mood for a night out with his fellow Divos, but when all three of them had combined their pleading he had reluctantly agreed to join them, if only to stop their nagging.
The movie was David’s and Séb’s idea. They were the movie buffs of the group, and the past week or so they had been talking quite a lot about this new reel that had been taking the movie world by storm since its premiere about a month ago. Not that Urs would know, he wasn’t much for going to the movies and keep track of actors and the like. And to top it all, it was a fantasy movie. Urs had never understood the hype around movies like Star Wars
and Lord of the Rings,
even if he had seen them. So he was not looking forward to the next couple of hours.
For some reason they had managed to sneak into the movie theater unseen; that was always the risk with going out together, Divas were everywhere. Thank heavens for small blessings,
Urs thought dryly and helped himself to some popcorn. Séb, who was sitting on his left, was chatting animatedly about the movie with David, only stopping to gulf down some popcorn and soda. Urs only listened with half an ear. Apparently the movie was even more sensational because of its star, a young Swedish actress who not only played the leading part but had also written the script, designed the costumes and even directed the whole thing. No-one had ever heard of her before, but now she was the hottest topic in the movie business. Séb and David seemed to know a lot about her, but Urs only remembered her name, Cathy Johnson.
Urs was about to sigh deeply when the commercials ended and everyone fell silent. Thunderous, bombastic music filled the theater, and the screen came to life with the opening credits.
Half an hour into the movie Urs was truly intrigued. The story was interesting, and the Swedish girl was really something to behold. Urs found himself sitting absolutely still in his seat, his eyes riveted to the screen, watching the redhead’s every move.
And an hour later, the Swiss member of Il Divo, who was not the easiest man to impress, was totally and utterly fascinated by the woman’s physique. She had a killer body, she was really muscular, and boy, could she throw a punch! The fighting was staged, of course, but it looked so real, and that black armor she was donning… And the way she wielded her sword was nothing short of awe-inspiring. But what really did the Swiss Rock God in was the scene where she made out big time with the male lead. Dressed in a leather dress which at best could be described as skimpy and straddled across her counterpart on a chair, Miss Johnson set the screen on fire and pulled off a scene that would later be voted one of the hottest in movie history.
The movie was great, even Urs had to admit that (and not only because of Miss Johnson’s muscles). When it ended after almost three hours, he was completely spellbound. Afterwards, the four men made their way back to David’s apartment, three of them chatting away about the movie and one deep in thought.
“Well, Swiss Boy, what did you think?” David asked when they had all sat down in his living room.
“Awesome”, was all Urs said and sipped his beer.
“See? I knew you’d like it.” Séb beamed like a kid on Christmas.
“Who is she?”
“Well, apparently she was given the opportunity to do this movie quite by chance”, David said. “And she has no training at all, no acting classes, film school or anything. She’s a natural.”
“She’s lovely”, Carlos smiled. “Those legs…” His eyebrows did a little dance.
“Yes, she’s a stunner”, David agreed. “And that hair is awesome.”
“Do you think it’s all real?” Séb said. “There’s so much of it.”
“Of what?” Carlos snickered.
“Of everything”, Séb laughed. “But I haven’t heard anything about her having surgery or anything.”
“She’s like the Energizer bunny on something!” David said.
“Yes, she seems to have a lot of energy”, Carlos said, his eyebrows dancing even more in a suggestive way.
“Don’t let Gerry hear you talk that way about another woman, mon ami”, Séb laughed.
“Don’t worry, amigo. I know what’s healthy for me.”
They all laughed. Carlos was a terrible flirt, both on and off stage, but that was just part of his persona. He never did more than just flirt, and he was completely devoted and faithful to his wife.
“I wonder what she’s like in real life”, David said. “Wouldn’t it be great if she was a fan?”
“In our dreams”, Séb said. “But I sure would like to see if her eyes really are that green…”
“I’m sure she wears contacts”, Urs said.
The others looked at him.
“I mean, have you ever met someone with eyes the color of a sunbathed forest?”
One pair of honey brown eyes, one pair of greenish-gray eyes and one pair of bright blue eyes looked at him in a funny way.
“Sunbathed forest?” David snickered. “When did you become so poetic, Toblerone?”
Urs wished he’d kept his mouth shut. He would never hear the end of this. He shrugged. “I couldn’t think of any other way to describe them”, he said sheepishly.
“Ah, there may yet be some hope for our Swiss tenor here”, Carlos laughed. “We were beginning to wonder if you’d ever…”
The look Urs gave him made him stop abruptly. Urs stood up, put his beer bottle down on the coffee table and thanked David for his hospitality, bid them all goodnight and left.
“Argh, why did you have to say that?” David groaned when the door closed behind Urs’ retreating figure.
“I’m sorry”, Carlos said. “But it has been several months, and he’s still upset and moody. He must start to live again sometime.”
“I have a feeling it’s going to take even longer now”, David sighed.
~ * ~
Urs straightened his tie for the umpteenth time. It seemed he was cursed when it came to this particular item of clothing, he could never get them done right in just one try. He looked at his reflection in the full-length mirror and sighed. White shirt, brownish-gray pinstripe suit, fancy shoes and the blasted tie, this time a light yellow one with thin gray stripes. The shirt’s cuffs with the discreet cufflinks showed just beneath the hems of the jacket’s sleeves. Perfect. Even his unruly hair had decided to play ball tonight, it had styled itself into perfection with almost no effort at all and was now flowing smoothly from the top of his head down to the collar of his shirt where it folded itself into soft waves. With a gritted curse Urs took off the offending tie and folded it into a neat roll and put it in one of his pockets. If Simon insisted on them all wearing the damned things tonight, then he could put it on later.
One last look in the mirror and he decided he wouldn’t put any more effort into his looks. It would have to do – and to be honest he knew he looked good enough for whoever it was that Simon had ordered them to meet tonight.
The call had come a couple of days ago when Urs was visiting his family in Switzerland on a well needed break from the Il Divo madness that had been his life for so many years now. Everybody who knew Urs ever so little knew that they should only contact him if it was an absolute emergency when he was on vacation. And Simon Cowell had sure made it sound as if he would dissolve Il Divo if the guys didn’t come to his house on the outskirts of London. Urs hadn’t even bothered to ask what was so important; he had heard the tone in Simon’s voice right away and just said he’d be there. So it was with a heavy heart he had bid his family a premature farewell, packed his stuff again and put himself on the first plane back to London.
With another sigh Urs took his keys and wallet, put on his coat and left. Relief washed over him as soon as he got out of the big apartment, he really didn’t want to spend more time in it than was absolutely necessary. Not after… No, don’t go there, buddy. Not now. Not tonight. You need to be a good boy for a couple of hours and not make a fool of yourself in front of Simon and whoever it is that you’re meeting. Put your personal problems aside for the rest of the night and behave. There will be plenty of time to dwell later…
~ * ~
The four Divos arrived at Simon’s big house within a few minutes of each other, and Urs couldn’t help smiling at this. He was notorious for his own punctuality, so no-one was surprised to see him there early, but the fact that in particularly Carlos and Séb were early as well made for some interesting comments and jokes later on. Those two always made it just in time whenever they had to be somewhere, but tonight they had several minutes to spare. And David was there too, but he looked a little worn. He had been visiting his family in the U.S. and was a bit jetlagged as his flight had arrived in London less than ten hours ago. It was easier for the other three who lived in Europe where the distances weren’t as great.
“Hey there, Swiss Boy”, David smiled and gave Urs a quick hug. “How are you?”
“Fine”, Urs said.
“Has anyone heard what this is about?” Séb wondered.
“I have no idea”, said Carlos. “All Simon said to me was that I’d better be here, or else.”
“Yeah, that’s pretty much what he said to all of us, I think”, David said and stifled a yawn. “It had better be worth yanking us all away from friends and loved ones.”
The other three cast quick glances at Urs at the mentioning of “loved ones”, but their Swiss colleague didn’t seem to react. Ever since he had broken up with Tori three months ago the others had taken great care not to be too effusive in their talk about their women. They tried not to talk about women at all when Urs was around; they knew he was balancing on a knife’s edge emotionwise. Urs had always been extremely private where his personal life was concerned and he hadn’t said much about what had happened between him and the woman he had been prepared to spend the rest of his life with, he had only told them that his relationship with her was over and that he didn’t want to talk about it. And since they knew Urs well by now – well, as well as he let them know him, anyway – they wisely kept their mouths shut and tried not to worry too much about him. But they knew it wouldn’t take much for the usually calm and collected Swiss to explode and go overboard, the signs were there if you knew what to look for. They had seen Urs really lose his temper a few rare times during their years together, and it was not a pretty sight. Those who didn’t know him very well didn’t think he had much of a temper, that he was always the calm person he seemed to be to the outside world, but that was just a façade. A very angry or upset Urs Bühler was a person best left well alone.
“Ah, there you are”, Simon Cowell said, and the four younger men all turned to greet their boss.
Now, there was a sight you didn’t see often – Simon Cowell, Mr. Nasty, in an impeccable suit. Simon ushered them all into the dining room where the table was set with the best silverware and china and beautiful flower arrangements. This made the Divos wonder even more what was going on. They knew they’d be having dinner, but who in the world could make the almighty Simon Cowell go out of his way like this?
Simon offered them all a drink, which they accepted, and they started the usual small talk. It wasn’t long until the doorbell rang, and Simon excused himself and headed for the front door. The Divos all quieted down and tried to listen. All they could hear was a woman’s muffled voice.
“Do I look okay?” Carlos said anxiously and pulled at his beloved kissy curl, Fernando.
David laughed, his Spanish brother was incorrigible. “Don’t worry, Carlos, you know you look fine. We all look great.”
They did, they were all dressed in Armani, David in a dark gray suit, Carlos and Séb in black, and Urs in his brownish-gray. Urs had noticed that the others didn’t wear ties either, and Simon hadn’t commented on it, so perhaps he wouldn’t have to put on the darn piece of cloth.
“Mon Dieu!” Séb suddenly burst out and started fidgeting.
The others followed his gaze towards the door, and they all stared at the woman Simon was escorting into the dining room. She was dressed in a beautiful dark green cocktail dress with gold threads in an intricate pattern, three-inch heels, and her auburn hair was put up in a loose bundle atop her head with a few loose strands framing her lovely square face. Her make-up was perfect, and the only jewels she wore were earrings. The dress was cut in a fashion that showed off her perfect body, most of all her amazing legs.
David gulped several times and tried to think of something to say that wouldn’t come out completely corny, Carlos immediately put on the megawatt smile, Séb just stared. Urs looked at her too, but he was careful not to show his excitement.
“Gentlemen”, Simon said when they stopped in front of the men, “may I introduce Catherine Johnson. I believe you all know of her.”
The woman, who looked like she was in her late twenties, smiled demurely and looked at them all in turn.
“Catherine, this is David Miller, the American”, Simon continued.
“Pleased to meet you”, said Catherine and held out her hand.
David took her small hand in his large one and squeezed it gently. “Likewise”, he managed.
“And this is Carlos Marín from Spain.”
“Buenas noches, señorita”, Carlos purred and kissed her hand, his eyes never leaving hers, and just for good measure, he threw in the eyebrow wiggle.
Catherine giggled and a slight blush crept up her cheeks.Good grief,
Urs thought. Don’t tell me she’s like that...
“Buenas noches, señor”, Catherine greeted Carlos in his own language which made him smile even wider.
“And here we have Sébastien Izambard, our French representative”, Simon continued.
Séb mimicked Carlos’ greeting, kissed Catherine’s hand and looked straight into her eyes. They were forest green, just as he had perceived them to be when he had seen her on screen. And they were gorgeous.
“Bonsoir, monsieur. C’est un plaisir de vous rencontrer.”
Séb was stunned. She spoke flawless French!
“And last, but not least, Mr. Switzerland, Urs Bühler”, Simon concluded.
“Herr Bühler. Wie geht es Ihnen?”
Urs took her hand and shook it firmly. “Das geht mir gut, Fräulein.”
The minds of the four Divos were racing at neckbreaking speed. What in the world was she doing here?
Séb was the one who had the worst crush on her (or so they thought). He had been browsing the Internet for as much information on her as he could possibly find, and he had learned it all by heart. And now he was standing face to face with her! She sure was a pretty little thing, and he couldn’t stop looking into her eyes. He was married with children, sure, but he had never stopped flirting harmlessly with beautiful women, and Catherine was definitely beautiful.
Urs looked at his brothers and shook his head. He hadn’t seen them this worked up over a woman in a very long time. And they usually didn’t like the same kind of women, either. What neither of them knew was that Urs had seen Catherine’s movie four times by now... He wasn’t usually into fantasy, but there was something about this woman that fascinated him. In the few weeks that had passed since they had seen the movie, Urs had become a true Catherine Johnson expert. He had read everything he could find on the Internet, tried to find as many interviews with her as he could, pictures, the works. But he hadn’t told the other guys about his obsession with the fiery redhead, he wanted to keep it to himself. He had not been able to find out whether she knew about Il Divo, the information about her interests didn’t say much about music other than that she liked classical music.
And that she had a body to die for didn’t make matters worse. That was the first thing he had noticed about her when he had seen the movie. She was a total knockout physically. She didn’t have the body of a bodybuilder, but she sure had muscles all over the place. This girl spent a lot of time in the gym, with the weights, that was for sure. It takes one to know one, as they say. And she was a good actress, she carried the movie effortlessly. And her legs... Urs’ eyes drifted downwards and came to a halt mid-thigh. Mein Gott,
he thought. Her dress was cut in a wraparound fashion which showed quite a lot of those lovely legs, and he could see the well-toned muscles ripple with every little move she made. Urs had always been a legs man, and now he was looking at the most gorgeous ones he could ever remember seeing. Perhaps this could be an interesting night, after all...
“Shall we sit down?” Simon said, and they all took their seats around the table.
Dinner was served, and the men finally found their tongues again. They all kept the conversation going, except for Urs, who suddenly found himself in some warped version of living hell. Catherine blushed on several occasions and giggled, and this irritated Urs to no end. The few interviews he had seen with her had not portrayed her as a silly goose, but she was fast coming across as one. And if there was one thing Urs Bühler didn’t like about women it was silliness. Or aggressiveness. But it didn’t seem like he would have to worry about the latter in this case. Catherine was behaving like a schoolgirl who had just met her biggest idols, and she shyly looked away when one of them held her gaze a little too long.
Urs looked at his colleagues. They were having the time of their lives by the looks of them, they were laughing and joking and really laying it on thick – and she swallowed it all. I can’t believe she doesn’t see through it!
Urs concentrated on his food and on listening to the conversation, or lack thereof. The guys did most of the talking, Catherine didn’t say much except for those damned giggles. Everytime she let one slip past her lips, Urs cringed. He observed her all through the meal, and she didn’t seem to be pretending. What if she actually was this silly? What if there was nothing more to her than this? Somehow, Urs couldn’t quite see the beautiful but obviously stupid woman beside him as the amazon wielding a sword and handling a horse as if she were born to it and winning a bar brawl the way she did in the movie.
When they had finished their meal, Simon got up and cleared his throat. “Gentlemen, I know you must all be wondering why Catherine is here.”
The Divos all looked at him expectantly, their eyes going back and forth between him and Catherine. Catherine giggled again, and Urs wished it would all be over so he could go home and forget all about his stupid interest in her. She was the most ridiculous woman he had ever met! And he couldn’t remember the last time he had been this disappointed. Oh yes, when Tori... No, Urs, you won’t go there tonight, remember?
He quickly banished all thoughts of his ex from his mind. The final straw would be if Catherine threw in some over-the-top eyelash batting, then he would definitely be in hell.
“Well, she’s going to be working with you”, Simon continued.
The four men dropped their jaws.
“We have all seen her movie, so we know she knows her handiwork. So I have offered Miss Johnson the job as director of your new video.”
The men all looked at the young woman, who produced another blush, a really
high-pitched giggle and batted her eyelashes at them in a really studious way.
The American, the Spaniard and the Frenchman were in heaven. The Swiss had most certainly taken a wrong turn somewhere and ended up in hell on Earth...
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|Subject: Re: Four Divos and a Diva Wed Feb 16, 2011 5:55 pm|| |
Sorry for the delay in posting.Chapter 2
Catherine was trying hard to keep a straight face. She wasn’t unaware of how the Swiss dish beside her was looking at her trying to keep his features in check, or how Sébastien couldn’t take his eyes off of her. And she thought it really sweet that David was fidgeting with his napkin whenever he spoke to her. Carlos merely annoyed her with his eyebrows. Hadn’t anyone ever told him how ridiculous that was? When she had first heard of Il Divo a couple of years ago, which happened quite by chance, it hadn’t taken her long to become a die-hard fan. She loved their music and listened to them all the time and knew most of their songs by heart. A smile crept across her lips when she thought of how she had told Richard, who played the male lead in the movie, everything he never wanted to know about the “awesome foursome”, as she called them, during the shooting. He had made the mistake of asking her about the music she always had on in her trailer (a strange mix of music including Il Divo, Iron Maiden and Nightwish), and she had happily told him everything about her fav four.
She had been in England for some interviews and photo shoots when her people told her that Simon Cowell wanted to see her. At first she thought it was a joke, but when she realized it wasn’t she had told them to arrange a meeting, mostly out of curiosity. She couldn’t imagine what the big man of Sony Entertainment could possibly want with her. Unlike some people present, she had heard of the man since American Idol
had run several seasons in Sweden and of course because of her interest in Il Divo. Simon had been really nice to her, and when he asked her if she had heard of Il Divo her heart had started beating a fast tapto in her chest. She told him that she was a real fan, and she nearly fainted when Simon in his direct fashion told her he wanted her to direct their new video.
She had said yes in a heartbeat. She didn’t need to think about it at all, and she could reroute most of her business to London so she wouldn’t have to travel so much. Simon explained that a music video normally just took about a week to finish, so she wouldn’t have to be away for very long. After she had accepted his offer they decided on a dinner for her to meet the guys, and here she was. In the beginning she had been a Siren, which was what the women devoted to Séb called themselves, but after a while her interest had shifted to Urs. Catherine didn’t know why she had started taking an interest in the Swiss all of a sudden, but she was now very much an Überbabe. I wonder what he would say if I told him that I’m one of his devoted fans,
she thought. That would probably not go down well. He looks at me as if he would give anything to be somewhere else right now.
Catherine couldn’t hold back another giggle. She nearly laughed out loud when she saw Urs close his eyes and purse his lips. She had noticed how it annoyed him when she did that, and since she was set on having a little fun she played it to the hilt. The temptation was just too big.
She liked all the Divos. She had never been particularly interested in Latin men, but she liked Carlos. He was very kind, and she liked the sound of his booming voice and pearly laughter. He was every bit the terrible flirt she had read and heard about, but she took it all in stride. If only he could rein in his fucking eyebrows... That was the only objection she had to the Latino. And David was so sweet; she understood why some called him “the gentle giant”. She would get him into a discussion about Star Wars
first chance she got since she was a fan too.
She knew she would be in most trouble with “Froggy”. Séb had hardly taken his eyes off of her during the entire dinner, and she hadn’t quite decided whether she was flattered or should feel uncomfortable. Of course she knew he was married, and she never went for men who were already spoken for, but she didn’t know his intentions, if he was just like Carlos and did it naturally or if he really meant something by it. And he did have the most beautiful eyes...
And then there was the Swiss roll beside her. Catherine took a sip of her wine when she thought about the jolt that had run through her when they had been introduced and he had shaken her hand. Interesting... She had always wondered what Urs would be like in real life, and she wasn’t disappointed. His hazel eyes were even more amazing up close and personal; the whole man was absolutely gorgeous. However, the poor thing seemed to be somewhat disappointed in her. She quickly forced back another giggle.
Urs wanted to scream out loud. Was he going to have to spend several days with her? And do what she told him to?
“I have a confession to make”, the blasted woman said. Urs could bet her apologetic tone of voice was fake.
All the other men looked at her, smiling benevolently.
“I hadn’t heard of Il Divo until Simon contacted me a few days ago, so could you please tell me a little about yourselves and how this all started...?” she trailed off with a pleading look followed by an enormous amount of eyelash-batting.
Urs wanted to die.
~ * ~
“You have got to be kidding!” Urs kept wondering what he had ever done to deserve this.
The others looked at him. “What’s your problem?” Séb wondered.
“Yes, why are you so against this?” David wanted to know.
“Yes, what’s wrong with spending as much time as possible with the lovely señorita?” Carlos smiled and wiggled both his eyebrows.
“I wouldn’t mind if the señorita
was indeed lovely”, Urs groaned. “She’s horrible!”
Séb snorted. “You’re just jealous because she paid us more attention than you.”
Urs glared at him. “Are you serious? But then again I shouldn’t be surprised, you were all so taken in by her that you didn’t hear those fucking giggles she let out all the time, or realized that she’s an airhead.”
His three friends started to vehemently defend the girl against any such accusations, and Urs knew he was fighting a losing battle.
“What’s going on here?” Simon wondered as he entered his office.
David, Séb and Carlos stopped abruptly and cast accusing glances at Urs, who just sat back in his armchair and sulked.
Simon sat down behind his desk and looked at the four men. David, Séb and Carlos were in their usual good mood, but Urs really worried him. The dinner last night had started out really well, but Simon had seen Urs become moodier and moodier as the night went on. He knew that all the men had seen Catherine’s movie and thought it was great, and that Séb really liked the girl. Simon had seen the movie himself and he had been equally impressed, and it hadn’t taken his brain long to produce the idea that had now been set in motion. Catherine was one of the hottest names in the business right now, and he would be stupid not to try to take advantage of that. He had talked to her people and had been surprised at how quickly the girl accepted to meet him.
Simon had been pleasantly surprised when he had met her. He had been wondering whether she’d be like a starstruck teenager when she met him, but Catherine had been completely undaunted by him and who he was. He smiled to himself when he remembered the way her eyes had lit up when he had asked if she knew about Il Divo. She was a true fan, that was for sure, and she had jumped at the chance to work with them.
He had seen her movie, so he knew she was a good actress, but the show she had put on last night brought a broad grin to his lips. The way she had blushed every now and then (how on earth did she do that?), and those horrendous giggles... She really was some piece of work. The boys had been falling over themselves in order to charm her – well, everyone except poor Urs. Simon couldn’t hold back a hearty laughter.
“What’s so funny?” Carlos asked.
“Never mind”, Simon said and stifled another chuckle. He stole a glance at his Swiss lyric tenor who was still sulking in his chair, not looking at the others. Poor, poor Urs. Simon knew he liked the girl too, but the man had been in downright pain last night. Simon had seen him fighting with himself during most of the dinner, trying so very hard to keep a straight face and something nasty from escaping his lips.
Simon couldn’t help being the bastard many thought him to be. “So, Urs, what did you think of the lovely Catherine?”
The look Urs gave him would have scared anyone else. “Well, for one I don’t think she’s lovely”, he muttered.
“Oh? Was she being rude to you?”
“Cut the crap, Simon. I’m here, aren’t I?” What I wouldn’t give to be back in Switzerland, away from all this,
he thought and sighed.
“Okay, let’s get down to business. Miss Johnson will be in London for another three days, then she goes back to the States for a few weeks. She will probably be back here in the middle of July.”
“So when do we start shooting?” Séb wanted to know. He was eager to meet the lovely lady again.
“We haven’t worked out all the details yet. We have to decide finally which of the songs from the new album we’ll make the video for, produce a final script, you know how it’s done. I thought we could use the time before Catherine gets back here to prepare as much as possible. She’s a very busy lady.”
“Too bad she’s not too
busy”, they heard their Swiss friend mutter.
“And you four should start practising your tutor skills. The lady wants singing lessons, remember?”
~ * ~
Catherine never ceased to be amazed at how big a thrill she got out of practising with a sword. She had always liked swords, and when she had begun her training for the movie it hadn’t been long before the weapon was like an extension of her arm.
She easily parried the lunge from Richard, turned quickly and brought her own blade down on him. He lost his footing, and Catherine didn’t hesitate to use this to her advantage. Within seconds the tall Englishman was lying on the floor with her on top of him, her sword to his throat.
“I yield”, he croaked.
Catherine laughed and got up, sheathed her sword and wiped the sweat from her brow.
“That was great!” said the reporter and clapped her hands. “It looks so real.”
“Well, we’ve had a lot of practise”, Richard said. He was back on his feet and gave Catherine a smug look which made the reporter wonder whether there really wasn’t something going on between these two, even though they always denied that they were more than friends.
“I think we got some great photos, thank you so very much”, the reporter said.
“It’s our pleasure”, Catherine assured her. “Do you want to do the interview now, or shall we go somewhere else?”
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to get a shower first”, Richard said.
“Okay, how about we meet at the café downstairs in half an hour?” Catherine said to the reporter.
“Fine. We’ll wait for you there.”
Catherine and Richard picked up their things and headed for the locker rooms.
“So, how was England?” Richard asked.
“Same as you left it last time you were there, I’m sure”, Catherine said.
“Come on, you know what I mean. You’re being very secretive about the whole thing.”
Catherine looked at him and gave him a quick smile. Richard Taylor was a great guy, they had become friends right away once he had decided to play the leading male part in her movie, and they spent a lot of time together. There was a lot of speculation about whether they were more than friends, and Catherine didn’t blame people for thinking that. There were some really hot scenes between them in the movie, and they had become really close during the long months of shooting the movie and they saw each other whenever they could. So naturally, many thought they were dating. But Catherine didn’t have any romantic feelings for Richard, and he was engaged to be married later this year to a lovely girl who Catherine had met several times and really liked.
Not that Richard wasn’t her type – he was tall, dark and handsome, with long legs and a muscular build. He was a little reserved, but once he let you in he was great to be around. And he had a weird sense of humor that suited Catherine perfectly; she was a bit of an oddball herself.
“It was rather interesting, actually”, she admitted when they reached the locker rooms. “I can’t say much right now, but I can tell you some of it later, after the interview, okay?”
When she got dressed after the shower, she couldn’t help thinking about the four men she would soon be working with. A smile crept across her features and brought out the small dimple in her chin when she thought about how she had behaved that night at Simon Cowell’s house. She had had a lot of fun, but she did feel a bit guilty when she thought of how miserable Urs had seemed. Simon had told her that all the guys were fans of hers, and she knew they had probably been a little disappointed. But David, Séb and Carlos had been in their very best “charm-the-girl-off-her-feet” mode, and she had enjoyed the attention.
This whole fame and fortune thing was very new to her. If she compared her life now to what it had been like about a year ago, it was like she was living in another universe. Before she started shooting the movie, she had been just like any other woman her age, pretty much the girl next door. She had had a regular 9-to-5 job that didn’t pay very well, didn’t go out much and spent most of her free time on the Internet and socializing with her family and friends. And now she was one of the most well-known people in the world, criss-crossing the globe doing interviews and photo shoots in almost every country. And she was quickly becoming a very wealthy woman. The movie had premiered less than two months ago, but it really made money, and since she was getting a percentage of everything concerning the movie, her bank account was becoming quite stuffed.
And now she was going to work with Il Divo... She couldn’t believe it, that the almighty Simon Cowell had called her and offered her the job to direct the guys’ next video. Someone up there must really like me,
she thought and put her hair up in a loose ponytail. She had been an Il Divo fan for a little over two years; she had discovered the guys quite late. But she had become a fan instantly and had kept track of them ever since. Never in her wildest dreams had she thought that she would actually meet them in person, much less get to spend time with them!
After the reporter was done asking her questions, Catherine and Richard decided to go for an early dinner.
“So, what can you tell me about this quick trip to my beloved native country?” Richard said when they were sipping their drinks waiting for their food to arrive.
Catherine smiled. “I met with some really interesting people”, she began. “It’s got nothing to do with the movie business, though.”
“Come on, don’t hold out on me”, he pleaded, his blue eyes looking straight at her.
“Promise you won’t talk to anyone about this?”
“Of course, you know I would never betray your trust.”
Catherine took another sip of her white wine. “I met with Simon Cowell.”
Richard’s glass stopped halfway to his mouth. “The
Simon Cowell? The one on Idol
“Don’t tell me you’re going to start singing!”
Catherine laughed. “No, I’m not going to make an album, don’t worry. I know my voice isn’t good enough for that.”
“Well, not that you couldn’t hold your own. Those lessons have paid off.”
She smiled again. She had started taking singing lessons during the shooting, and her voice was getting better all the time. She would never be a Maria Callas or come anywhere near greatness, but her voice wasn’t all that bad. She had always liked to sing, but her voice was rather hoarse and raspy, and she had always had to change key in the middle of a song since she always ended up too high or too low. But now she was learning how to control her voice and how to breathe right and all that, so now she could belt out most songs without too many problems. But she still had a long way to go, and she would never make any public appearances singing, that was for sure. There were limits to how big a fool she wanted to make of herself.
She stifled a giggle when she thought of a certain Swiss man’s reaction when she had said that one of the conditions of her deal with Sony to be the director of the video was that the guys would tutor her and give her singing lessons. Poor Urs, he was probably still trying to find a way out of it.
“What are you smiling at?” Richard’s voice brought her back to the here and now.
“Oh please, not again! Spare me!” He held up his hands as if to shield himself from her words.
“I met them too.”
Richard looked at her across the table. She was beaming. Her beautiful eyes shone brighter than he had ever seen, and the Cheshire cat had nothing on the smile gracing her lips.
“You met Il Divo?” he said.
A devilish smile crept across Richard’s lips. “So, how was he?”
“Who?” Catherine feigned ignorance.
“Let’s see... The Swiss Rock God, the Überlord, His Royal Swissness, Swiss bliss... Whatever you crazy ladies call him.”
Catherine felt a slight blush creep onto her cheeks, and she quickly took a few sips of wine.
“Come on, Cath, spill!”
“He was quite the gentleman”, she said. “Very polite, didn’t say much, though.”
“Was he just as good-looking in real life?”
“Oh yes. I don’t think that man can
“And the others?”
“The most charming men I’ve ever met. They were all very, very attentive.”
“Why do I get the feeling there’s something you’re not telling me here, Cathy?”
“I think I may have forever shattered every illusion the poor Überlord ever had about me – if he had any to begin with, that is.”
“Oh no, what did you do?”
Catherine told him a short version of how she had been behaving at the dinner, and Richard roared with laughter.
“Oh God, I wish I could’ve seen it!” he gasped. “So His Swissness was disappointed?”
“Quite. You should’ve seen the poor boy trying to remain polite.”
“Cath, you are priceless.”
“I’ll make it up to him, given the chance.”
“So you’ll see him again?”
“Richard, remember you can’t talk about this to anyone. Il Divo are releasing a new video, and Simon asked me to direct it!”
“So yes, I will most definitely see Urs again. As well as the others.”
Richard looked at the woman he had come to care for like a sister. “Be careful, Cath. If what you’ve told me about him is true, than he might be more than a handful for you.”
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|Subject: Re: Four Divos and a Diva Wed Feb 16, 2011 6:15 pm|| |
Urs had never considered himself a violent man, but he was quickly beginning to think that he would actually be capable of hurting someone quite badly, and soon. And he knew exactly who he wanted to hurt...
Another string of badly held notes reached his already sore ears from across the room, and he closed his eyes and slowly counted to ten. She was going to be the death of him! Catherine had returned to England after her business was done in the U.S. as agreed, and since all the details concerning the forthcoming video weren’t finished yet, they had had some time to get started with her singing lessons. Not that there are enough lessons in the world that could teach the little bitch how to sing a single note on key,
Urs thought when Catherine’s attempt at doing some justice to “Nella fantasia” fell completely short.
He could hear the other men trying to explain to her how to reach the higher notes, how to breathe and where, but Urs knew she’d never get the hang of it. They had been at it for three days now, and she showed no improvement whatsoever. She knew every little word of every song they had tried, which was quite impressive, but the little minx couldn’t sing a note on key to save her life.
“Urs, if you could join us over here, please?” David said.
Urs swallowed the last of his coffee (he had already had way too much today) and made his way over to the piano were the others were standing. Note sheets were strewn all over the top, with markings here and there.
“Are you up for ‘Si tú me amas’?” David continued when Urs came up to them.
“Sure.” He looked at Catherine, who was studying one of the sheets. She was dressed in a yellow blouse, knee-length gray skirt and black leather boots with three-inch heels. Urs disliked her more than any other person in the world right now, but that didn’t stop him from appreciating her lovely appearance.
She bit her lower lip and twirled a few loose strands of hair between her fingers before placing the sheet back on the piano, and Urs silently cursed himself for thinking how cute she looked.
“You ready?” Séb smiled at Catherine.
“Absolutely. This song is one of my favorites.”
Séb started to play the song on the piano, and Carlos began his lines with perfect timing. When it was Séb’s turn to sing, Catherine joined in. Urs looked carefully at the others when she opened her mouth, and he couldn’t stop a triumphant smile from reaching his lips. The others tried to keep a straight face, but they failed miserably. I knew it!
Urs thought with relief. They don’t like it either!
He suffered through the rest of the song, then excused himself and went into an adjoining room. He returned a few minutes later, looking very smug.
“Okay, what’s next?” he said and looked expectantly at Catherine.
She looked at him, and Urs still marveled at how absolutely beautiful her eyes were. He hadn’t been wrong about that “sunbathed forest” remark, they were a deep green with flecks of brown, and when sunlight hit them their color reminded him of the forests back home in Switzerland.
“Well, I don’t know... ‘Senza catene’?”
“No problem”, Urs smiled and prepared himself for the song.
The others exchanged glances. What was Urs up to? He had never been this nice to Catherine before, so there must be something going on.
“Séb?” Urs said. “You start this one, you know.”
“Uh, yeah, sure”, Séb said and cleared his throat. His gentle voice produced the opening words, and the others soon joined him.
Catherine sang only the chorus this time, but it sounded just as bad as everything else had. When the song finished – where Catherine made an attempt to go higher than David in the final words which made them all cringe – the Divos looked at each other, not knowing what to say.
“Can we take a break now?” Carlos suggested. “I need some coffee.”
They all agreed to go and have something to drink, and when they were all seated around a table Urs pulled something out of his pocket and put it on the table.
“What’s that?” Catherine asked. “A tape recorder?”
“Yes. Why don’t you play the tape?”
She smiled and picked up the small recording device. “What’s on this?”
“Only one way to find out, isn’t there, Cath?” Urs smiled.
Catherine looked at him. He was looking at her with nothing but kindness in his eyes, so she pressed the play button.
“What in the name of...” Her voice trailed off. “What is this?”
“Sounds great, doesn’t it?” Urs said innocently.
Catherine looked at him, but she didn’t turn off the recorder. “Senza catene” came to an end with that horrible last note, and they all looked at her.
“Who is this?” Catherine said. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything so awful!”
Urs took the recorder from her and put it on the table, leaned forward, took one of her hands and placed a soft kiss on it and held her gaze. “Sweet Cath, that lovely
voice belongs to you.”
She laughed nervously and looked at the men. David, Séb and Carlos seemed to be very interested in their coffee cups, but Urs just smiled at her.
“That can’t be me!” she said. “I know I don’t sound like that!”
“Have you ever heard yourself sing before?” Urs said.
“Not on a recording, but...”
“You perceive your own voice differently than others do. I’m afraid this is how others hear you.”
“But... It’s awful!”
“Oh yes, it is. And it seems it’s not getting any better, either. We’ve been trying to teach you for three days now, but nothing happens. I’m afraid you’re one of those people who just can’t sing, period.”
Catherine bit her lip and nodded. She looked at her hand which Urs was still holding and then she met his gaze. “Then we won’t continue”, she said. “I’m sure you guys have much better things to do than to waste your time on such a hopeless case such as myself.”
“But it’s part of your deal with Sony!” Séb found his voice. “If you’re going to direct our video, we give you lessons.”
Catherine smiled. “I withdraw that condition”, she said. “It was just something I said because I wanted the opportunity to sing with you guys.”
“So you’ll still direct us?” Séb sounded desperate.
“Absolutely. And I promise you I’m better at that than singing!”
They all laughed, and some of the tension disappeared. Urs was just beginning to rethink his opinion of Catherine when she produced one of those damned giggles again, and he let go of her hand and went to get some more coffee.
~ * ~
“Okay, seems most of the details have been worked out”, Simon said.
They were all assembled at his house again.
“We have decided which song the video will be for, we have the outlines of a script, the locations... We’ll shoot here in England this time.”
“That depends on the script”, Catherine said.
“Excuse me?” Simon raised an eyebrow.
“That depends on what kind of song it is, what the environments will be... I need to see the script first. Then we can start to discuss locations.”
“You don’t have to worry about that”, Simon said with a smile that made Catherine feel like he was patting her on the head like he would a dog.
“Yes, I do. It’s my job to make everything look good. I’ll decide what’s good and what’s not.”
The Divos looked from Simon to Catherine and back. Simon was not used to being contradicted or to people not doing things his way, but Catherine didn’t care.
She was still dressed in a very feminine way, in a suit this time with a skirt that ended mid-thigh, and four-inch heels. But there was nothing feminine in the way she addressed Simon, there was an edge to her voice that brooked no argument.
“You hired me to direct this video”, she continued. “That means I decide everything – and I mean everything. If that’s not what you had in mind, then we can end this right now.”
Simon looked very displeased. The Divos could see he was struggling to remain polite.
Urs liked this side of Catherine much better. It seemed she wouldn’t let anyone mess with her work, and he admired anyone who could stand up to Simon. And there were no giggles – not yet, anyway... She had been very gracious about the singing thing, she had laughed at how terrible her voice was and had promised the guys she would not sing in their presence again.
He couldn’t stop looking at her legs. She was sitting beside him, and every little movement made her skirt move a fraction, showing a lovely amount of those amazing thighs. He wanted to touch them, to see if the skin was as smooth as it looked, feel the muscles ripple beneath his fingers... Suddenly, an image crept unbidden into his mind, an image of them together in bed, her legs wrapped around him squeezing his hips as he... No, no, no, don’t go there! The last thing you need right now is to sit here with your head full of sexy fantasies. You need to concentrate on your work!
“Miss Johnson, I think we need to look over your contract”, Simon finally said.
“Fine. I’m going home to Sweden tomorrow morning, so you can look over it all you want while I’m gone.”
“You didn’t say anything about leaving London again.”
“I’ll be back the day after tomorrow, on the eighteenth.”
“What’s so important?”
“None of your business.”
“We need you here.”
“Stop behaving like a child. I’ll be gone for one day. It’s not like I’m going halfway across the world again, Sweden is like two hours away. And since I have my own jet I won’t have to wait for regular flights.”
“Okay. But could you please inform us of any travels in the future?” Simon said grumpily.
“Of course.” The smile on Catherine’s lips didn’t reach her eyes. “And when I come back you and I will sit down and have a real talk about my contract. But I warn you, I drive a hard bargain.”
“So do I.”
“Then this should be quite interesting. It all comes down to how badly you want me.”
Urs barely managed to stifle a groan. I know how much
I want you right now...
“Then that’s settled, then.” Simon got up and poured himself a drink. “Anyone want some?” he asked the others.
They all declined.
“You are a very stubborn woman”, Simon continued.
“So I’ve been told”, Catherine said.
“Is this how you negotiated with the movie company?”
“Pretty much. I told them that unless I had the final say-so in everything, there wouldn’t be a movie to make. I wasn’t about to relinquish control to anyone. They would just have fucked everything up.”
“Quite brazen for someone who had never set foot in that business.”
is my baby through and through, and I wasn’t going to let anyone destroy the story. And I don’t hear any complaints now.”
They all laughed at that.
“No, your gamble paid off more than well”, David smiled. “Do you know how much money you’ve made so far?”
“The last time I checked my bank account I realized that unless I make some really bad investments, I’m never going to have to worry about money again. And it keeps on coming.”
“Do you know what you’ll do next?” Séb asked.
“No. I’ll get you lot to do some acting – provided Simon still wants me to do this – but after that I have no idea. I have an idea for another script, but I haven’t started writing yet.”
“They’re already talking about the Oscars”, David said. “That must be an amazing feeling.”
Catherine twitched in her chair. “That makes me uncomfortable. I don’t want to think about that. It’s so far out there, like the most impossible dream ever. There are many other movies coming out this year, so I’m sure there’ll be someone better.”
“Really? Do you honestly believe that someone can top Miranda
Catherine shrugged. “Can we talk about something else?”
“Okay”, Simon said and sat down again. “You get your pretty little behind back here as soon as you can, and then we’ll go over the contract.”
“Deal. Is there anything else we need to discuss right now? I have a few things to take care of before tomorrow.”
“No, nothing that can’t wait until you come back.”
They all got up, and the guys and Catherine left the house.
“Urs, could I have a word with you?” Catherine said as they walked towards the car.
He stopped and looked at her. The others got into the car.
“What is it?” Urs said.
“Could I ask you a favor?”
“I guess”, he said apprehensively.
She smiled hesitantly, and he couldn’t help smiling himself. She was so darn cute...
“I was wondering whether you could help me buy a guitar. I don’t know anything about them, and I thought since you’re into them...”
“You want to buy a guitar? Do you play?”
She smiled at the astonishment in his voice. “No, I’m afraid I don’t. I can’t seem to get my fingers around the neck right and hold down the strings the way you’re supposed to. It’s for my nephew. It’s his birthday I’m going home for, and he plays, really well. I just thought I’d get him a really mean one.” I bet you’re good at getting your fingers around other things. Or your lips... And I don’t think I’d mind you holding me down...
“I’d be happy to help you”, Urs said with a strangled voice. “We can go right now, if you’d like. There is this great shop not far from your hotel.”
“Thanks! You’re the best!” She gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Is it okay if we stop by the hotel so I can change first? I don’t think this outfit is quite appropriate for a guitar shop.”
She smiled and climbed into the car.
Urs drew a few deep breaths before following her. The way his mind was racing he really needed to get a grip and regain some of the control he usually had before things got too out of hand.
Séb was worried. He had been watching Catherine and Urs from the car, and he really wanted to know what they were talking about. And when Catherine kissed Urs’ cheek he felt a strange twinge of jealousy which worried him. He had never been unfaithful to his girlfriends, and he had absolutely no plans to cheat on his wife, but there was something about Catherine that made his head spin. Reena, I wish you were here,
he thought. His wife and two children were visiting her family in Australia and had been gone for several days and were staying at least another week, so he was alone in their big house. And Séb had never liked being alone, not even for a couple of days. He desperately missed the presence of his wife and son and daughter; it was the first time they’d been apart for a longer period of time since the twins were born two years ago. I don’t like the thoughts I’m having, Reena. I don’t like the way she makes me feel.
Almost from the very beginning of Il Divo’s career, their fans had divided into two groups. One group of women fancied David or Carlos, and the other liked Séb or Urs, there were almost no other combinations. In the early days Séb had won over most of the undecided since he was single and Urs was in a relationship, but now when the tables were turned Urs had attracted even more fans. It had always been a bit of a competition between the men, in an innocent, funny kind of way, and Séb had really enjoyed the flirting, but he had cut it down dramatically after he got married. He still did it on stage, but that was about it. Urs hadn’t changed anything about his manners on or off stage, but the damned Swiss still had hordes of women falling at his feet everywhere they went, and truth be told it annoyed Séb that his status as the most popular member of the group was challenged.
Urs and Catherine got into the car, and Catherine asked the driver to take her to her hotel. They sat down opposite each other, and Catherine flashed Urs a little smile which he returned. The car got moving and Séb looked out of the window. He so desperately wanted to know what was going on, but he forced himself not to ask. The others kept the small talk going, and soon the car stopped in front of the hotel where Catherine was staying.
“Okay, I’ll see you all in a few days then”, Catherine said and opened the door.
“Have a safe flight home”, Carlos said.
“We’ll practise our acting skills while you’re gone”, David smiled.
“I don’t think that will be necessary”, Catherine smiled. “I don’t know what kind of story we’ll be shooting, but I think I can get you four to do what I want you to do pretty easily”, she continued and finished with a wink.
David and Carlos roared with laughter, Séb groaned and Urs had to rein in his rebellious thoughts again.
“See you the day after tomorrow, guys. Behave yourselves.” She got out of the car and started walking towards the entrance of the hotel.
“She’s absolutely wonderful”, Carlos smiled. “I’m sure she has some Spanish blood in her.”
“She doesn’t”, Séb muttered. “She’s one-hundred-per-cent Swedish.”
“Whatever. She sure knows how to make suggestive comments, the little señorita.”
“Yes, she’ll fit right into our crazy gang”, David chuckled. “I think it’s going to take quite some effort to throw her.”
Urs closed his eyes and groaned inwardly when more raunchy images appeared in his mind.
“Hey, Your Swissness, you coming?”
They were all startled and looked at Catherine who had returned to the car and was looking down at them.
“Uh, sure”, Urs said and scrambled out of the car. “See you later, guys.”
The American, the Spaniard and the Frenchman all stared with open mouths as Catherine took Urs’ hand and dragged him into the hotel.
“Uh, have we missed something?” David was the first to regain his composure. “Why is Urs following Catherine to her room?”
Carlos grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. “I think our calm and collected Swiss is getting back in the saddle. Did you not see the way he’s been looking at her legs all day?”
David laughed. Séb scowled and ordered the driver to move on, his thoughts much darker than they had been for a long time.
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|Subject: Re: Four Divos and a Diva Wed Feb 16, 2011 6:25 pm|| |
It had been a long time since things had run this smoothly. There were no hiccups, no equipment malfunctions, everybody remembered their lines and everybody was dead on key, especially Urs – his voice seemed to be better than it had ever been, he hit the higher notes effortlessly and with almost uncanny precision.
The other Divos were even more worried about their friend now than they had been before. They hadn’t seen Urs for two days until this morning when they gathered in the studio for some rehearsals for a promotion gig, and when he showed up they had all been taken aback by his appearance. He looked scruffy. His eyes were bloodshot and had the beginnings of a dark shade underneath them, his hair was dishevelled, he was unshaven and looked tired. And he was grumpy, really grumpy.
No-one had said anything, but they were all wondering whether it had anything to do with Catherine. David, Carlos and Séb were dying to know what they had been doing. All they knew was that Urs had followed Catherine into her hotel, and now he appeared looking like this and was in a really bad mood.
“Wow, we sound really great”, Séb smiled when they finished another song perfectly.
“Don’t we always?” Carlos said with a grin.
“Yes, we do”, David agreed, “but I think we’re getting even better. Those last notes were great, Urs.”
Urs looked up, merely nodded his thanks and continued to study the sheets in his hands.
“Shall we try that new version of ‘The only love’?” Séb said. “I think I need to hear it a few more times. There’s something in it I’m not happy with.”
“Yes, I’m not sure about that duet thing either”, Carlos said. “We need to work on the harmonies.”
Séb sat down on the piano stool and started playing. They had just finished the first verse when the door to Simon’s office flew open and Catherine walked out with a grim expression on her face.
“The lovely señorita is back!” Carlos grinned. “Perhaps we will start to work on the video soon.”
“The señorita doesn’t look too happy”, David remarked. “I wonder if they’ve been negotiating her contract.”
Catherine stopped by the elevators and pressed the button, not looking back towards the office.
“She seems upset”, Séb said and got up.
He was just about to go to her when Simon emerged from his office and walked by the studio and reached Catherine just as the elevator doors opened.
Catherine and Simon started talking, and it looked like it was quite a heated argument they were having. Simon stood akimbo, his eyes boring into Catherine’s, but she looked him straight in the eye the whole time. Simon grabbed her arm and dragged her back towards the office, but she yanked her arm loose and stopped right outside the studio.
The guys watched them with interest through the window, but since the studio was soundproof they couldn’t hear anything. Catherine looked really angry, and Simon scowled. Suddenly, she gestured towards the guys, and Simon looked even sulkier. They continued to talk, and Catherine pointed to the studio several times, and whatever it was she was saying, Simon didn’t like it. And why was she pointing to them all the time?
With one final gesture towards the studio, Catherine walked over to the elevators again. This time Simon didn’t follow her, but let her go.
When the elevator doors closed he turned and headed for the studio. He opened the door and looked at his four Divos.
“What the hell are you doing?” he barked.
“Uh... rehearsing for the promotion gig?” David offered.
“What the hell have you done with Catherine? She’s having second thoughts about doing the video!”
“We haven’t done anything”, Séb said. “We haven’t seen her since the day before yesterday at your house.”
“Is she not happy with the contract?” Carlos asked. “Have you discussed it?”
Simon glared at him. “Yes, we’ve talked about her contract”, he hissed. “And the lovely lady is quite stubborn.”
“I take it she’s not giving in to your terms?” David said.
“No, she wants it her way.”
“Is that so bad?” Séb said. “She knows how to direct.”
“I just don’t like the idea of her being in total control of everything.” Simon looked at them all in turn, and when his eyes fell on Urs, who had remained silent, the expression in them turned even angrier. “And you, Bühler, what the hell is wrong with you? Are you deliberately trying to ruin this?”
“Excuse me?” Urs immediately straightened and stiffened.
“She said you had been really rude to her the other day. She’s not very keen on working with you.”
The others looked at Urs, who was having a hard time controlling his temper. The Swiss glared at Simon, and the muscles in his jaw twitched. “Believe me, Simon, I really don’t want to work with her either. And as for me being rude, well, she deserved everything she got.”
“That’s none of your business.”
“Oh, it is my business when it has to do with this job. Exactly what happened between you two?”
“That’s between me and her.”
“But for God’s sake, man! It can’t be that bad!”
“Yes, Urs, what exactly did you two do when you got to the hotel?” Séb said.
Simon looked at him. “You were with her at the hotel?” he said, turning back to Urs, eyes narrowing. “Don’t tell me you...”
The look Urs gave Séb made Séb really nervous. Maybe he shouldn’t have mentioned that, but he so wanted to know himself what they had been up to.
“I don’t care what you think”, Urs said with gritted teeth. “If that annoying little bitch is displeased with me that’s her problem. I really don’t care if I ever see her again.” With that, he picked up his things and left the studio.
The others watched him get into the elevator.
“Does anyone know what’s going on?” Simon wondered. He was really getting frustrated. He was used to things running smoothly and to people doing his bidding, but all of a sudden there was a young woman who really didn’t want to do what he wanted her to do, and to top it all off, Urs was behaving very strangely. The man had been so tightly wound lately, and now something had happened between him and Catherine that apparently had made things even worse.
“All we know is that Urs followed Catherine into the hotel”, David said.
“Holding hands”, Séb added.
The others glared at him.
“What? They did hold hands”, he said defensively.
“You have got to be kidding me”, Simon groaned.
“They talked before getting into the car when we were leaving your house”, Séb continued, “and she kissed him.”
“They kissed?!” Simon couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“It was a peck on the cheek”, David said, “not a real kiss.” He felt he had to do some damage control before Simon started to think all kinds of things. “And Catherine took Urs’ hand and kind of dragged him into the hotel.”
“Don’t forget the smiles they exchanged in the car”, Séb went on.
“Has he said anything about what happened?” Simon wondered.
“Not a word”, Carlos said. “We haven’t spoken to him until today, and he hasn’t mentioned her at all.”
“He looks like he hasn’t slept at all. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so unkempt.”
“Maybe she’s been keeping him up all night”, Séb said with an evil grin.
“Come on”, David said, “do you honestly believe he slept with her?”
“Why else would he be behaving like this? And he does look like he hasn’t slept much. And didn’t he say something about her being displeased with him? Maybe she was disappointed...”
“And he can’t keep his eyes off her legs”, Carlos added with a wiggle.
Simon groaned. He hoped to God Urs hadn’t been so stupid, but he knew the man would never admit to any such actions if asked.
“Well, there’s not much we can do right now”, he sighed. “I have to go over the contract again, and hopefully Miss Johnson will come to her senses. I doubt Urs will be back anytime soon, so why don’t you three get out of here, too? I’ll call you if there’s any change.”
The guys agreed to call it quits for the day and left.
~ * ~
Urs was raging. He had taken his bike out into the countryside to calm down, but he had been strolling along the riverside where he had stopped for quite a while now, and he was still seething. Of course Séb had to open his big mouth and tell Simon he had gone with Catherine to the hotel! And he knew Simon thought the worst, that he had slept with her. He hadn’t. He knew now that he would never make the mistake of getting emotionally involved with her, no matter how cute or sexy she was. When they had gone shopping for the guitar, his feelings about her had started to change for the better, but that shopping trip had ended in a full-blown quarrel where neither one of them had minced their words. They had bought a guitar, oh yes, and an expensive one at that which she had paid for without hesitation. They hadn’t talked much while in the shop, she had let him do all the talking to the shop-assistant, who was completely taken aback by her presence. The young man had seen her movie, and he was very talkative once he got over his astonishment at finding her in his shop. It was when Urs wanted her to try one of the guitars he was looking at things started to get out of hand. She said she didn’t want to because it could damage her nails. Urs had just looked at her with complete disdain and didn’t say another word to her other than when he told her which of the guitars she should buy.
The short distance back to the hotel was covered quickly and in complete silence. When they were back in Catherine’s suite, Urs couldn’t be quiet any longer. He had told her exactly how ridiculous he thought she was and commented on that she sure hadn’t minded some broken nails in the movie and that he just couldn’t figure out how she could be so different from how he had seen her in interviews and so on.
Catherine had exploded and had given him a lecture on how that was always the problem with moviegoers, they often didn’t seem to realize that the actors were only playing their characters, that people often thought that they were the person they were playing. She wasn’t Miranda, not one bit, and if he had a problem with that, so be it. She wasn’t going to act like her character just to please him. And then she had launched into a tirade about what she thought of him, and it wasn’t pretty. She had mentioned the other guys fleetingly, but she didn’t seem to have very much against them. No, it was him she didn’t like, and she had commented his hair (it was too curly, too long, the wrong style, everything – “Don’t get me started on the ponytail”), his clothes (she seemed to have a problem with casual clothing – the clothes she had worn to the shop had all been designer items – so she totally dissed his denim jacket and jeans and told him he had looked much better in the suit he’d been wearing the first time they met) – in all there seemed to be nothing about him she liked. She had even complained about him being too uptight and told him to loosen up. Urs had retaliated by telling her just how totally annoying he found her, and they had both been yelling quite loudly, throwing all kinds of insults around before he had left rather abruptly.
And now everything seemed to be even more a mess than it had been before the little vixen entered his life. Urs sighed deeply and headed back towards his bike. He was pretty sure Catherine would end up directing their video, he didn’t think she would change her mind just because of their argument. So he would have to see her again and work with her (or rather, for her). And he had a sinking feeling it wouldn’t go without a hitch.
He just wished he could get her out of his dreams so he could get a good night’s sleep, something which had eluded him for quite some time. He desperately wanted to get off the emotional rollercoaster he had been on for the past months.
~ * ~
“Are you listening to me?”
Catherine jerked back to reality at the sound of Richard’s voice. “Sorry, you were saying?”
“What in the world is wrong with you?” Richard sounded genuinely concerned.
They were having dinner at his apartment; they had agreed to meet to discuss some upcoming photo shoots and interviews that Catherine had to work into her schedule with Sony.
“I was just thinking about the video”, she said and took a bite of the steak Richard had made.
“Are you sure you want to go through with that?” he said. “You haven’t said much about it, but I can tell there’s something bothering you.”
“I had a fight with Simon Cowell today. He won’t accept my terms.”
Richard laughed. “I take it you’re not playing ball?”
“Of course not”, Catherine smiled. “I’ll call him tomorrow. We must be able to work this out. But I’m in no hurry, it all comes down to how soon they want that video out.”
“And the lovely gentlemen you’ll be directing?”
“They won’t be a problem. Well, three of them won’t be, anyway...”
“Oh, do I detect trouble in paradise?”
Catherine sent him a scorching glare across the table.
“What has Mr. Switzerland done now?”
“You were right, you know. He is going to be more than a handful.”
“Why do I sense there’s a story to tell here?”
“I think I upset him quite a bit the last time we met.” She looked at Richard, who just waited for her to continue. She took a sip of the wine before she continued. “I asked him to help me buy a guitar for my nephew, and he kindly agreed to do that. We were getting on pretty well until we got to the guitar shop and he wanted me to try one of the guitars.” She told Richard what had happened, that she had continued to play the giggling movie star who didn’t want to break her nails and that they had had it out when they got back to the hotel.
When Richard had stopped laughing, he wiped the tears from his eyes and shook his head. “He must be devastated. From what you’ve told me about him I understand his hair is one of his greatest assets.”
“Yes, I was pretty nasty. And he gave me quite a dressing-down too before he stormed out. He’s damn cute when he’s angry...”
“I know, I know. And I told Simon today that Urs had been very rude to me. I don’t think Simon likes Urs right now.”
“I take it you didn’t tell him you had been just as rude to Urs?”
“So now he thinks that Urs has treated you badly?”
“I believe so, yes.”
“Cath, you should really think about what you’re doing here. First you act like a total starlet, being really silly, than you pretend you can’t sing, and now you’ve really upset a man who is already in a bad place? I just hope you know how to fix all this.”
“I will. But I think it’s going to be a bumpy road. I get the feeling Urs isn’t going to forgive me anytime soon.”
~ * ~
Catherine was back at the hotel, getting ready for bed. She had decided to call Simon first thing in the morning and really make an effort to solve the contract issues so they could get started. Maybe it was time she got a little more accommodating. Not everything had to be done her way, after all; she could agree to some changes. And she would stop pretending to be someone she wasn’t. It was about time the guys got to know the real Catherine Johnson. The problem was she wasn’t really sure they would like her. David, Séb and Carlos would probably be just as enthusiastic and kind after they’d gotten used to her real personality, but Urs... He would probably loathe her no matter what she did from now on, so she had no hopes of him ever warming up to her.
She turned off her computer, checked her phone for messages one last time and then turned out the lights. It wasn’t very late, but she had decided to get a good night’s sleep for once. She had always gotten by on little sleep, but she was beginning to feel the pressure of always being on the go, always in the air going to one city or country or another for interviews and appearances, so she was determined to start taking better care of herself.
She had just entered her bedroom when there was a light knock on the door. She tightened the sash of her robe, padded over to the door and looked through the peep hole. With a smile she took off the doorchain and opened the door.
“Bonsoir, mademoiselle”, Séb smiled, presenting her with an amazing bouquet of her three favorite flowers.
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|Subject: Re: Four Divos and a Diva Wed Feb 16, 2011 6:56 pm|| |
It was still quite early in the morning, and Urs was enjoying his morning exercise as he was briskly walking back towards his apartment after a jog in the park. He tried not to think about the fact that today was his birthday; he was sure he would be reminded enough by his fellow Divos and his family. And he definitely tried not to think about that he would probably meet her
again soon. He regretted the way he had acted the previous day when Séb had ratted him out to Simon about being with Catherine, that he had left without trying to explain, but he had been in such an emotional state that he knew he would have done or said something really bad if he had stayed.
He hadn’t slept much last night either, and he was beginning to feel the effects of not getting enough sleep for several nights in a row. His thoughts drifted to Catherine, and for once he didn’t try to shake those thoughts from his mind. There was something about her that didn’t sit right. After their controversy back at the hotel, when he was starting to cool down, Urs had come to realize that he had probably seen a part of the real Catherine Johnson during those few minutes. And he much preferred the angry vixen to the giggling airhead. He was beginning to suspect that her behavior during the meetings with Simon and the Divos had all been an act, but he couldn’t figure out why she would do something like that. Why would she want people to think she was stupid?
His thoughts started to drift off in a more dangerous direction. If it was all an act it meant that she wasn’t the silly airhead he wanted nothing to do with – it meant that she was the woman he had been so impressed by from the very beginning, the woman he couldn’t keep out of his thoughts during the days and out of his dreams at night. What will you do if she drops the silly routine and starts being her true self? Will you be able to resist the temptation? Are you ready to risk your heart again?
Urs stopped walking when he realized he was outside her hotel. He must’ve been so lost in thought he didn’t think about where he was going; the hotel was not on the way to his apartment. He looked at his watch. It was just after seven, so she was probably still asleep. I bet she doesn’t have any problems sleeping. I’m probably the last thing on her mind.
He was just about to continue on his way when he saw Séb coming out through the hotel doors, looking tired and quite dishevelled. The Frenchman straightened his jacket, ran his hands through his hair and started walking in the opposite direction of Urs. Okay, don’t let your imagination get the better of you,
Urs thought once he was over the surprise. But what would Séb be doing at her hotel at this hour? And why did he look like he had just woken up? The son of a... Okay, don’t go overboard now. There could be a very simple explanation for this. Yeah, like what?
He couldn’t think of a single one. He drew a few deep breaths to calm down, but it didn’t help much. With his mind still reeling he started walking again, trying to think of something completely different, but it was no use. Thoughts of Catherine and Séb together filled his head, and when he got back to his apartment he had managed to work himself into quite a frenzy. How the hell was he going to react the next time he saw either one of them? He wasn’t sure he could pretend he didn’t know anything. And why did it bother him so much, anyway? He had no claims on the lady, far from it, so she was perfectly free to do whatever she wanted. But Séb... Urs shook his head as he got dressed after the shower. Never in a million years would he have thought Séb to be unfaithful. He had never seen a man so in love as Séb was with Reena, and he absolutely adored his children. Let’s be honest now, Urs. You don’t really know anything. You saw Séb leave the hotel where Catherine is staying early in the morning, but that doesn’t mean anything happened. So what if he spent the night with her? It doesn’t necessarily mean they did something inappropriate.
But it was no use. No matter how hard Urs tried, he couldn’t stop wondering what Séb had been up to, and the pure rage he felt scared him. He had never been the jealous type, but the jealous streak running through him now was a mile wide.
~ * ~
Catherine looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table, stretched and got up, put on her robe and padded into the lounge. She smiled when she saw the big bouquet Séb had brought last night and went over to smell the flowers.
She looked over to the couch and noticed the neatly folded blanket over the armrest and the pillows back in their place. There was also a note on the blanket. She managed to understand Séb’s barely legible handwriting and smiled. He was too cute, the little Frenchie... Her cheeks flushed when she remembered the kiss he had given her before he left a couple of hours ago, but then the smile faded from her lips. Cath, what are you doing? The man is married, for God’s sake! You don’t get involved with men who are already spoken for! If Simon finds out that you’ve been messing around with Séb too he will kill you. You saw the look on his face when you told him that bullshit about how Urs had treated you.
Catherine groaned when she thought of Urs. She had been feeling guilty ever since she had lashed out at him after they had bought the guitar, and even more after she had told Simon that Urs had been mean to her. She just hoped he hadn’t given Urs a hard time about it, but knowing Simon’s reputation he had probably given the poor man a real piece of his mind. I guess I have some major apologizing to do the next time I see him... And I have to talk to Séb about what happened here...
Her cell phone rang, and she answered it absent-mindedly. It was Simon. He wanted to see her in his office as soon as possible. She said she’d be there in thirty minutes and hung up with a sinking feeling in her stomach.
~ * ~
Simon looked up from his papers when Catherine entered his office. He looked at his watch and noticed that it had been twenty-eight minutes since he had called her. She did know how to be on time.
“Please, have a seat.” He motioned towards the chairs in front of his desk.
“Good morning to you too”, Catherine smiled and sat down.
“No, it’s not.”
“Okay, whatever. What’s the emergency?”
“Excellent choice of words, Miss Johnson.”
“You can call me Catherine or Cath, Simon. And I was actually just about to call you when you called me. I want to discuss the contract again.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Let’s just say that everything depends on what you tell me in the next few minutes.”
“Okay, I’ll bite. What’s going on?”
“Is it your intention to work your way through my Divos one by one?”
“I don’t know for sure what happened between you and Urs, he refused to say anything other than that he’d be perfectly happy if he never saw you again, and now Séb spends the night with you at your hotel. Care to give me some sort of explanation?”
Catherine looked at him. He looked really angry. “May I ask how you know about Séb?”
“So you don’t deny it?”
“I’m not saying anything yet. Well?”
“I have a lot of contacts, Catherine. One of them called me early this morning, and I have just spent a lot of money to keep this quiet. Seems someone saw Séb go into your hotel last night and leave early this morning. I don’t need to tell you what would happen if this got out.”
Catherine nodded. “I’ll be honest with you, Simon. Urs and I did have quite an argument, but that was mostly my fault. I’ve been ruffling his feathers quite a bit, and I just kind of lost it. When we left your house the other day I asked him to help me buy a guitar, and the reason he was with me at the hotel was that I needed to change clothes before we went shopping. We started arguing the moment we got back from the guitar shop, and he left. I haven’t seen him or talked to him since. As for Séb...” She shrugged.
Simon waited. He wasn’t sure he wanted to hear this, but he had to.
“Séb showed up at the hotel last night, just as I was going to bed. He was worried about me after hearing what Urs said, so he just wanted to see if I was okay. I probably shouldn’t have let him in, but I did, and we started talking. And then he fell asleep on my couch. I went to bed, and Séb left early this morning.”
Simon still didn’t say anything.
“That’s it, end of story”, Catherine added.
“So nothing happened between you?” Simon finally said.
“No. Séb is happily married, and I don’t get involved with men who are already taken.” I hope Séb won’t say anything about that kiss...
“I swear nothing happened.”
“I will of course talk to Séb about this, too.”
“Don’t be too hard on him. He hasn’t done anything wrong.” Why am I protecting him?
“Don’t tell me how to do my job, Catherine. Speaking of which, you said something about your contract?”
“Yes, don’t you think it’s about time we sorted everything out so we can get started? I’m willing to discuss the terms again, and I promise I won’t be so stubborn.”
“Just answer one question for me – are you interested in any of them? The Divos?”
She felt her cheeks flush. “I’m not having some kind of silly crush on either of them. I’m only interested in them for their music.” Yeah, and pigs might fly.
“So why are you blushing? I swear, Cath, if I find out there’s something going on between you and either one of them...”
“You’ll what? Let’s not stoop to this. I’ve already told you there’s nothing going on between me and Urs or me and Séb, so stop worrying. Can we please discuss the contract now?”
Simon looked at her, and she forced herself to not break eye contact.
“All right. I’ll let you off the hook for now. We can discuss your contract later, I have some other things I need to deal with first. I’ll call you.”
“Okay.” Catherine got up and headed for the door. “I’m sorry about this, Simon. It won’t happen again.”
“No, it had better not. Now get out, will you?”
Catherine left, and she wished she had been more sure she knew what she had gotten herself into.
~ * ~
Urs sighed heavily, not for the first time that day. He had been on the phone several times talking to his relatives and friends who had called to wish him a happy birthday. Of course he hadn’t told them he wasn’t happy at all, he lied his way through every conversation, keeping his voice light and cheerful. His family knew he had broken up with Tori, but he hadn’t told them about Catherine, that he’d be working with her. He knew his sisters and brother had seen the movie, and they all liked it, and he knew they’d go crazy if they found out he had met the star.
It was now early in the evening, and Urs regretted agreeing to the guys taking him out for dinner. He was not in the mood for socializing, but he knew it would be better to be out doing something in public than sitting at home driving himself crazy with thoughts of Séb and Catherine. At first the guys had offered to come over to his place, and Séb had even said he could make dinner, but Urs had said he’d rather go out. He wasn’t sure he could keep his mouth shut if they were somewhere private. And he wasn’t sure he could control his temper around Séb if they were alone… Not for the first time Urs worried about the intensity of his feelings. Everything about this bothered him to no end, but why? Deep down he knew why, but he refused to admit it, even to himself.
~ * ~
The guys were shown to their table and handed the menus. The restaurant was small and rather intimate, and Urs was glad they hadn’t chosen some big and fancy place. He preferred this setting where there was less chance someone would recognize them. Their table was in the private, more secluded section of the restaurant, and the atmosphere was cozy.
Urs was just beginning to relax a bit and was feeling rather good, when Carlos’ face lit up.
“She’s here!” he whispered and pointed to the other side of the secluded area.
The others looked in that direction, and Urs wondered if he had angered every deity there was. They just weren’t cutting him any slack.
Catherine was there, but she wasn’t alone. She was in the company of a handsome, dark man, and they seemed to be having fun.
“Is that Richard Taylor?” David said.
“Yes”, Séb confirmed, “her co-star.”
“Isn’t there a rumor they’re a couple?” Carlos said.
“Just a rumor”, Séb said.
Urs looked at the movie stars, and that infamous chair scene flashed before his eyes. He didn’t feel as jealous when he thought of this man touching her as he did when he thought of Séb’s hands on her.
Suddenly, Catherine turned her head and their eyes met. The distance between them wasn’t very big, so Urs could see the surprised look on her face.
“Ah, the señorita has seen us”, Carlos smiled and got up.
He walked over to Catherine’s table, and Urs cursed silently.
“Good evening, señorita”, Carlos beamed.
“Carlos”, Catherine smiled. “Buenas noches.”
“What a coincidence that we’re all at the same place, eh?”
“Yes. Are you celebrating something?”
“It’s Urs’ birthday.”
“Oh.” Of course she knew it was his birthday, she was an Über after all. “Carlos, this is Richard Taylor, my co-star. Richard, Carlos Marín, the Spanish part of Il Divo.”
Richard got up and shook Carlos’ hand. “Pleased to meet you, Mr. Marín.”
“You too, Mr. Taylor. You have heard of us?”
“Oh yes, Cath is a big fan of yours. She played your music all the time in her trailer during the shooting of our movie.”
Catherine glared at him, but he didn’t notice. Carlos looked at her quizzically, but didn’t say anything.
“I see”, was all he said, and the megawatt smile was back on his lips. “Why don’t you two join us for dinner?”
“Uh, thanks, Carlos, but I think…” Catherine began, but Richard interrupted her.
“We’d love to. I’m curious about what Catherine is in such a state about. Come on, Cath.”
Carlos led them to the Divo table. “I hope you don’t mind that I asked Catherine and Richard to join us”, he said to the others.
“Of course not”, Séb smiled and got up.
Soon, two extra chairs had been added to the table, and Catherine was seated between Séb and Urs. Great,
she thought. Just what I need right now.
They ordered their food, and for some reason conversation flowed quite easily around the table.
Urs realized that Catherine was very well-read, there weren’t many topics she couldn’t discuss, and when David ventured into the Star Wars
realm, they learned that Catherine was every bit as big a fan as he was.
Urs kept watching Catherine and Séb, and there was definitely something going on between the two. Catherine refused to pay Séb any more attention than any of the others, but Séb rarely took his eyes off of her. And Urs could feel Catherine was tense, but she did her best not to show it.
“It was great meeting you”, Richard said when they were leaving. “I’ve heard so much about you during the past year, so it was nice to finally see what Cath’s been fussing about. And I must say I understand her fascination with you guys.”
Catherine could have killed him. She saw the looks of surprise on the Divos’ faces, but nobody said anything.
“Well, it was nice meeting you too”, David said. “It’s so nice to see stars being like regular people.”
Richard laughed. “Well, that million Cathy here spent on me hasn’t changed me too much yet.”
“What million?” Séb wondered.
“She didn’t tell you about that? Cath, you must tell them how you bought me.”
“Some other time”, she said between gritted teeth. “I guess I’ll see you guys tomorrow?” They had a meeting scheduled at the studios.
“Of course”, David said.
“Can I escort you to your hotel?” Urs said looking at Catherine.
Everybody looked at him. He hadn’t said much during the evening, and he and Catherine definitely hadn’t exchanged many words.
“Uh… Sure. Thanks.”
Urs noticed the dark look in Séb’s eyes. Ha, beat you to it, did I, Frenchie?
They all said their goodbyes, and soon Urs and Catherine got into the cab they had ordered.
The trip to the hotel was spent in silence, as was the ride in the elevator up to the suite. Catherine was really on edge, she had felt uneasy ever since Carlos invited her and Richard to join the Divos for dinner, and being alone with Urs didn’t make her feel any better.
“Do you want to come in?” she asked against her better judgement when they reached her door.
“Yes. We need to talk.”
She nodded and opened the door, and they went inside.
“Do you want something to drink?”
Catherine hung her coat in the closet and waited.
“Could you please tell me what the hell you’re doing?” Urs said. “First you act like the silliest woman in the world, then you’re really nice and ask me to help you, then you start acting silly again, then we have this huge fight, then you make Simon believe it was all my fault, and now it turns out you’ve been lying about knowing about Il Divo?” He stopped to catch his breath, then he continued. “Why have you been lying to us? Do you get some weird kick out of it? Please tell me, Cath, ‘cause I don’t understand.”
Catherine took a deep breath and raised her eyes to meet his. “I’m so sorry, Urs. For everything. The acting silly bit, well, I guess I just wanted to see how far I could take it, if you were prepared to accept me no matter what just because of who I am. And I really didn’t mean any of the things I said to you the other day. I don’t know why I got so angry. And I’m really sorry for telling Simon about it. I promise I won’t do anything like that again. I’ll tell Simon tomorrow it was all my fault.”
Urs didn’t say anything, he just looked at her, his eyes boring into her. Catherine was beginning to feel nervous.
“How are we supposed to believe you after this?” he finally said. “We’ll never know whether it’s just an act or if it’s the real you.”
Catherine shrugged. “This is the real me, Urs, the girl next door. I’m really not comfortable in all those designer clothes and high heels. I’m more like you, I like to wear jeans and boots, and I’m definitely not sophisticated. But I understand if you don’t trust me. I would probably feel the same way if it was the other way around.”
“I guess we’ll just have to try to get along, won’t we? I promise to make an effort if you do.”
“Can you take orders from me?”
“That will probably depend on what the orders are.”
“If Simon still wants me to do this, then you will see yet another side of me, the business Catherine. And she can be pretty mean. I’m quite serious about my work.”
“How long have you been a Diva?”
“For about two years.”
“Then you should know that we
are dead serious about our
work. We are perfectionists, and we are all set on having things the way we want them. So if you want one thing and we want another, you will find that things will be done our way.”
“Well, I guess things will work themselves out. They have a way of doing that even if the road can be a bit bumpy. If you don’t mind, I’d like to make it an early night. We’ll see each other again tomorrow at the studios. Thanks for following me here.”
“You’re welcome”, Urs said and followed her to the door.
She was just about to open the door for him when he put his hand on it and looked at her.
Catherine felt her stomach flutter when she saw the look in his eyes, and her heart started pounding. She was suddenly acutely aware of him as a man, and he was standing too close to her for comfort.
Urs barely managed to hold back a grin when he saw her eyes widen ever so slightly and the pulse in her throat start to beat faster. “I must say I like you much better like this, Cath”, he said, his voice almost a whisper.
Catherine could only look into his eyes; she wasn’t sure her voice would manage to bring out something comprehensible. She swallowed hard and bit her lip.
Urs softly caressed her cheek and let his fingers rest under her chin, preventing her from looking away. “I forgive you”, he whispered, lowering his gaze to her lips as he gently rubbed his thumb across them. When he felt them tremble he looked into her eyes again. “May I kiss you, Cath?”
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|Subject: Re: Four Divos and a Diva Wed Feb 16, 2011 7:06 pm|| |
He wanted to kiss her? Urs Bühler wanted to kiss her? Her?
Had she heard him right? Catherine’s mind suffered an immediate meltdown. She just stared at him, her tongue and vocal cords refusing to work together in order to bring out words.
Urs waited. His fingers kept touching her, traveling slowly across her lips to her cheek and back, his eyes steadily gazing into hers. She just looked at him with that deer-in-headlights look, and he wondered what was going through her mind. When she still didn’t speak he lowered his head, and with one last questioning look at her he placed a feathery kiss on her lips. When she didn’t react he increased the pressure a little and nipped at her lower lip.
Ever so tentatively, she responded to him. She kissed him back, very slowly and very warily, as if she was afraid to do something wrong. Urs wrapped his arms around her, pulled her close and deepened the kiss, letting his tongue slip between her lips. He couldn’t hold back a groan when he felt her tongue meet his in hesitant response.
Catherine put her arms around Urs’ neck and let her hands find their way into his hair. It was just as soft as it looked, and she absent-mindedly started caressing his neck. God, the man knew how to kiss a girl! It was slow but demanding, and his tongue was driving her crazy with its teasing strokes along her lips and swift dips into her mouth. And when he combined it with gentle nipping of her tongue and lips she felt like a live wire, little shocks of pleasure exploding throughout her body. It was by far the best kiss she had ever had.
Urs tried his best to keep his hands where they were, but he desperately wanted to touch her. The way Catherine was kissing and touching him spoke of both hesitation and restraint, and it was doing crazy things to his insides. And her fingers caressing his neck didn’t help; his neck had always been one of his erogenous zones. If this went on for much longer he would be in big trouble.
He reluctantly broke the kiss and rested his chin atop her head. Catherine didn’t move from his embrace, she just nuzzled against his neck and kept caressing him, a conteted sigh escaping her lips.
“Please tell me Séb didn’t spend the night with you”, Urs whispered.
Catherine jerked out of his embrace and stared at him. “What?” she croaked.
“I saw him leave your hotel this morning, Cath. And he looked like he had just woken up.”
“Oh God”, she groaned and closed her eyes.
Urs waited. He had to hear what she had to say, even if it was ugly. He had really enjoyed the kiss they had just shared, and he tried not to think that she might have done the same with Séb, and possibly more. He really didn’t want to believe that she had slept with him, or that Séb had cheated on his wife, but he had to know.
“You saw him?” Catherine said when she looked at Urs again.
“Yes. I was out for a walk and passed by your hotel when he came out. He didn’t see me. Just tell me what happened, Cath. I’ve been in hell all day thinking about him with you.”
She shook her head. “Urs, we didn’t… Did you tell Simon?”
“Simon knows? Oh, great… No, I haven’t told anyone. How did he find out?”
“Apparently someone else saw Séb both coming and going”, Catherine sighed, “someone who knew I was staying at that hotel. And Simon had to pay them off to keep it quiet.”
“Why don’t you just tell me the whole story, Cath? I won’t be able to get it out of my head if I don’t know exactly what happened.”
She looked at him, and she could see he was in agony over this. “He came over last night, just as I was getting ready for bed”, she began. “I shouldn’t have let him in, but I did. He was worried about me since he knew you and I had had a fight and just wanted to see if I was okay. We started talking, and we talked for quite a while. Then he fell asleep on the couch. And that’s where he spent the night, Urs – on the couch, not with me in my bed.”
Urs looked at her, his hazel eyes full of concern. “So nothing happened?” he said slowly, as if he didn’t want to ask.
Catherine bit her lip, and Urs knew there was something she wasn’t telling him. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard, trying not to let his imagination run wild again.
“We kissed. Once. It was an accident.”
His eyes snapped open and the angry look in them took her by surprise. “An accident?” he echoed. “You kissed Séb ‘by accident’?”
“I was just waking up when Séb came into the bedroom to say he was leaving. He was going to kiss me on the cheek, but I turned my head just as he was leaning down, and our lips met.”
“So it was just a peck, then?”
The blush creeping up Catherine’s cheeks told him what he so didn’t want to know.
“It was at first, but it turned into a real kiss”, she said, cringing with every word. She forced herself to look Urs straight in the eye, even if it killed her to see the expression in them.
“Who turned it into a real kiss?” Urs insisted.
Urs uttered something in what Catherine assumed was Swiss-German, since she couldn’t make it out.
“I could have stopped him, you know”, she said. “But I let him kiss me, and I kissed him back.”
“I guess it was a French kiss, then.”
“Pun intended? Yes.”
“Did you like it, Cath?”
“Yes, he’s a good kisser.”
Urs muttered more incomprehensible words and ran his fingers through his hair. “I guess this was a mistake, then”, he finally said. “I’m sorry.” He opened the door and was halfway out of it before Catherine found her words.
He stopped, but he didn’t turn around to face her.
“Would you please look at me, Urs?”
He turned around slowly, came back inside and closed the door behind him. He looked at Catherine with eyes dark with anger.
“Do you really think that I would have let you kiss me like you did if I wanted to be with Séb, Urs? He’s married, and even if he weren’t I wouldn’t want to be with him.”
“Séb is handsome, charming, caring… He has a lot of qualities any woman would like to see in a man, but there’s one thing he’s not, and that’s why I don’t want him.”
Urs just looked at her, not sure whether he wanted to hear any more.
Catherine stepped closer to Urs, cupped his face with her hands and placed a feathery kiss on his lips. “He’s not you”, she whispered and stepped back.
Urs swallowed hard. “What?” he said.
“Séb may be a dream guy for a lot of women, but I’m not one of them, Urs. I’m more into uptight Swiss lyric tenors at the moment. I’m so totally an Überbabe.”
Urs looked at her. She looked very serious, and he so wanted to believe her.
“And for what it’s worth, you kiss a lot better than Séb. A lot.”
“You mean that?”
“I sure do. That kiss was the best I’ve ever had.”
Urs shook his head. “I really do want to believe you, Cath”, he sighed. “But like I said earlier, it’s a bit hard after finding out you’ve been fooling us all this time.” He closed the gap between them and looked into her eyes. “I’ve already had my heart broken, Cath, and I haven’t managed to put all the pieces back together yet. I’m too scared to risk it again.” He pulled her into his arms again, and she could feel that broken heart beat unsteadily beneath her hands resting on his chest.
“I understand”, she said.
“I just need time”, Urs said after a while, his voice shaky with emotion. “I would really like for us to try and see if it could work, but I need to be sure of what I feel.”
Catherine couldn’t keep a smile from her lips. She raised her head and looked at the man who was holding her. “Take all the time you need, Urs. And if you find you don’t want to try this ‘us’ thing, don’t be afraid to tell me. I will understand. Just know that I would never hurt you, never.”
Urs just looked into her eyes, once again marveling at their beautiful color. “Thank you”, he said. “But I don’t want to ask you to wait for me, that wouldn’t be fair. I don’t want you to put your life on hold just for me.”
“My life isn’t on hold, Urs. My love life, yes, but not the rest of it. And my love life has been on hold for quite a while, so I don’t think a little longer will make any difference.”
Urs smiled, and Catherine placed a quick kiss on the dimple in his left cheek. “Sorry, but I just love that dimple”, she said.
“Wow, we’ve come quite a bit from that argument we had the other day, haven’t we?” Urs said when he found his voice again.
“Oh God, please don’t remind me of what I said then”, Catherine groaned. “I was really horrible, wasn’t I? You had been nothing but helpful and polite, and I just bit your head off. Like I said before, I really didn’t mean any of it.”
“Not even that stuff about my hair?”
“Especially not that. I love your hair, Urs. Promise you won’t cut it short.”
“I promise, if you promise not to cut yours. Is this your real color, by the way?”
“No. I wish it was, ‘cause I love it, but it’s not. My real color is somewhere between dark blonde and light brown. But every strand is my own, though.”
“It’s so thick”, Urs said, running his fingers through her thick locks.
Catherine just smiled. She couldn’t believe she was standing in the arms of the man she had only fantasized about for so long, much less that he wanted to be with her.
“I’d better go”, Urs said after a while. “We have that meeting tomorrow, and I’d like to be rested for a change.”
“Yes, you have been looking a bit ragged”, Catherine said. “I suppose I am to blame for that?”
“It’s okay. I’ve forgiven you already, remember?” He looked at her, and she could see he was thinking about something. “Is it okay with you if we don’t tell the others about this? About us?”
“Absolutely. This is all up to you, Urs. And I meant what I said – take your time, don’t rush into something you’re not ready for.”
“Thank you.” He lowered his head and kissed her again.
This time it was just slow and gentle, but Catherine still felt the tingling all through her body. She didn’t hold back this time like she had during that first kiss, she kissed him back in a way that made Urs have to force himself to break it off.
“I really like your kisses too”, he croaked. “But I really do have to go.”
“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow, then. And thank you. For everything.”
Urs just smiled, gave her one last quick kiss and left. Catherine stared at the closed door for a long time after he had left, her lips and insides still tingling. When she finally moved from her position, the grin on her face could have rivaled that of the Cheshire Cat.
~ * ~
The following afternoon Catherine came to the studios dressed in casual clothing – shirt, bootcut jeans, boots and denim jacket. Her hair flowed freely down her back, and she wore a minimum of make-up. She had slept soundly all through the night and had practically woken up smiling. She was almost afraid to believe that last night had really happened, but when the flowers arrived just before she left for the studios, she knew she hadn’t been dreaming. The bouquet was simple, consisting of one rose, one lily and one freesia mixed with baby’s breath, but Catherine loved it. The card, like the flowers, was simple and had only two words written on it: Thank you.
No signature, but none was needed. She knew they came from Urs.
“Good morning, everyone”, she beamed when she entered Simon’s office where all five men were already seated.
An assortment of different greetings was heard, and Catherine sat down in the one free chair opposite Simon at the far end of the table.
“You seem to be in a good mood today, señorita”, Carlos said.
“I am, Carlos. I really am.”
“Have you been shopping?” David wondered. “What happened to your fancy clothes?”
“Got tired of them. This is more me.”
“You look great”, Séb smiled.
“Are you done?” Simon grumbled. “I’d like to get started.”
“You are your good old cheerful self, I hear”, Catherine smiled. “Okay, I’m ready. But first I would like to apologize to all of you for acting like a total idiot during our previous meetings and pretending I knew nothing about you. I’ve been a Divo fan for two years, so I know quite a lot about you. I did it just to see if you would accept me no matter how silly I was. The Catherine you will see from now on is the real me.”
“We forgive you”, Simon said, speaking for all of them. “Now, could we please get down to business? I have drafted a new contract for you, Catherine. Read it and sign it if you have no objections.” He slid a folder across the table to her.
She opened it. “You have decided which song to sing in the video, haven’t you?” she said without looking up.
“Yes”, Carlos said. “It’s called ‘The only love’.”
“Is it in English?”
“We have one English and one Spanish version”, Séb said.
“Which one do you want to do?”
“We haven’t decided yet”, Urs said.
Catherine looked up and met his eyes. He did indeed look rested. She flashed him a quick smile, which he returned. She continued reading the contract. “Well, that is of little importance”, she said. “How about the script?”
Simon slid her another folder which she didn’t open. She finished reading her contract, and she could almost hear Simon’s sigh of relief when she signed it. They had discussed it at length earlier that morning, and they had finally agreed to each other’s terms.
“Okay, Simon, it’s done”, Catherine said and threw the folder back to him. “Now we can get to work.”
“What do we start with?” David said.
“It would really help if I could hear the song, don’t you think?” Catherine smiled. “Could you sing it for me?”
The guys quickly assembled at Simon’s end of the table and sang it a cappella, and Catherine marveled at the volume of their voices. She had never been to a concert with them, so she hadn’t known what they sounded like live.
“My God, you guys can really belt it out”, she smiled. “Have you recorded it yet?”
“Yes, but we’re not happy with all the arrangements yet”, Séb said.
“Can I hear that too?”
It was early evening when they decided to call it a day. They had been quite productive and had come up with quite a few ideas. Catherine wasn’t too happy with the script, but that was no big problem. She could easily write a new one.
“Good Lord, Cath, what are you on today?” David laughed when they were wrapping things up. “You’re like the Energizer bunny.”
“It’s called life, David”, she smiled. “I’m high on life.”
“You seem to be able to go on forever.”
“Right now I feel like I could.”
“What in the world was in your food last night?” Séb joked.
Catherine looked up from her papers and cast a quick glance at Urs who was standing a few feet away. When he met her glance she simply said, “It wasn’t the food, it was the dessert”, then she returned to her papers.
The others hadn’t missed the exchanged looks between Urs and Catherine, or the underlying meaning of her words. They looked at Urs, who was busy sorting out some sheet music, then they looked at Catherine.
She looked up at them. “Is there something wrong, guys?” she wondered.
“Uh, no, nothing”, David said. “So, do we meet back here again tomorrow?”
“Yes. What time?”
They decided on meeting quite early to make the most of the day, and they all went their separate ways. Catherine was just heading for the elevators when Séb intercepted her.
“Do you have a minute?” he said.
“Sure. What is it?”
“What the hell did you mean by that?” he hissed. “That stuff about dessert?”
Catherine smiled. “That’s none of your business, Séb.”
“You two seem to be very good friends now”, Séb continued. “I thought you and Urs didn’t like each other.”
“We had an argument, that’s all. We’ve talked about it and apologized to each other, so everything’s fine now.”
“Did he kiss you?”
“Séb, what’s your problem? We’ve talked about what happened yesterday, and I know Simon gave you quite a dressing-down. It was a mistake, and it won’t be repeated.”
“You kissed me back.”
“Yes, I did. And it was nice. But Séb, be realistic. You’re married to a wonderful woman and you have two great kids. I’m not worth risking all that for, so stop it. You’re acting like a starstruck teenager. I’m sorry if you feel I’ve led you on, I didn’t mean to.”
Séb did not look happy. He was just about to say something when Urs came walking towards them. Séb didn’t miss the little smile Catherine sent Urs’ way or the way Urs looked at her. There was definitely something going on between those two, and he didn’t like it.
“Oh, are you still here?” Urs said. “I thought I was the only one left.”
“We were just discussing a few things”, Séb said. “I’ll be on my way. See you guys tomorrow.”
Urs watched Séb get on the elevator before he turned to Catherine. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine, Urs. Séb is the one having problems.” She told him about the short conversation they had just had.
“You didn’t tell him, did you?”
“No, but he suspects something.”
“Yes, that dessert comment was interesting.”
Catherine laughed. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist. Did you see the look on their faces when I said that?”
“Oh yes.” He looked at her. “So, you liked the dessert, did you?” he said and wrapped his arms around her.
She snuggled up against him and kissed his cheek. “Yes. It was quite delicious.”
He chuckled. “Do you want me to follow you to the hotel again?”
“What are you, my personal escort service?”
“I’m just being a gentleman following my lady to her door.”
“Well, in that case...”
“How about we have dinner there? I’m in the mood for room service.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.”
Urs let go of her and offered her his arm, which she took, and they were soon back at the hotel.
~ * ~
The following weeks went by quickly. The work on the video was coming along slowly but steadily, they had a new script and most of the locations, and they would start shooting the following week.
Catherine had a full schedule, juggling both the work on the video and her interviews and photo shoots, but she managed to find a balance that made it work. She thrived on being so busy. She and Urs were getting along well too. They never let anything show during the meetings with the others, but Urs followed her to the hotel every night unless they had other engagements. They spent quite a lot of time together outside work getting to know each other, just enjoying each other’s company. If the others suspected that there was something going on between them they didn’t say anything. They all got along really well, all the Divos accepting the new, more casual Catherine even if she was a bit of a taskmaster at times. There were times when discussion got a bit heated, but they managed to sort things out eventually, and they were all looking forward to shooting the video.
~ * ~
Catherine sighed with relief. She was back in London after a there-and-back trip to her native Sweden for an appearance on a TV show. As much as she liked her home country, she had missed the guys terribly even if she had only been gone for a day, and her home town was quite small, so she had missed the big city buzz as well.
She slipped off her shoes and went into the bedroom to unpack, resisting the urge to go to sleep right away. It was almost midnight, and she was meeting the others early in the morning to discuss the final details before the real work began. They were going to a small town up north to do the first scenes, and she hadn’t figured out what to bring for that trip yet.
After a quick shower following the unpacking, she checked her e-mails and went to bed, falling asleep the second her head hit the pillow.
The next morning Catherine woke up to a lovely summer’s day with a sun shining from a cloudless sky and temperatures above average.
She had just finished her room service breakfast when there was a knock on the door. She walked over to the door and opened it.
“Urs!” she smiled and hugged him. “What are you doing here? I was just on my way over to the studios.”
Urs didn’t hug her back. He looked at her in a way that made her shiver, but not with pleasure. “Would you like to explain this to me?” he said, shoving a magazine into her hands.
It was one of the bigger tabloids, and on its front page was a big color photo of Catherine and Séb sitting at a table holding hands, and it looked like they were just about to kiss.
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“Beautiful bride”, David commented as he looked over Carlos’ shoulder at the pictures in the magazine the latter was reading.
“Yes, a beautiful lady indeed”, Carlos said.
“Since when do you read tabloid magazines?”
“These pictures were taken at Richard Taylor’s wedding the other day.”
David looked at Carlos. “The Richard Taylor? Cath’s Richard Taylor?”
“The same. He got married two days ago, and there’s a big article about the wedding here.”
“Was she there?”
“One of the bridesmaids.” Carlos gave David the magazine.
David looked at the various photos. Catherine was in quite a few of them, and she looked absolutely stunning. But not happy. The spark in her eyes that had been constantly present during the time she had been with the Divos was gone, and not for the first time since all hell had broken loose David had the feeling something wasn’t right about this whole mess.
“She’s beautiful, as usual”, Carlos said.
“But she doesn’t look happy. She’s smiling and all that, but the spark is not there.”
Carlos looked at David, and David could tell he was thinking the same thing. “Do you believe that she tried to seduce Séb, David?”
“I don’t know. But why would Séb lie about something like that?”
“Do you think Catherine is that kind of woman?”
“No. But she is an actress, after all. And she has lied to us about other things, so it’s difficult to believe her.”
“And just when Urs was getting back to his old self”, Carlos sighed. “She was good for him.”
“You think Urs and Catherine...?”
“Oh yes. I saw the way they looked at each other. And Urs was in quite a good mood, wasn’t he? Until that article was published.”
David sighed. It had been two weeks since the article with the picture of Séb and Catherine holding hands was published, and it had been quite chaotic. Simon had blown a fuse and postponed the whole video thing indefinitely and fired Catherine; Séb’s wife Reena had come to the studios and made quite a scene, having a row with Séb and then she had gotten into a fight with Catherine ending with Reena punching Catherine real good leaving the latter with a black eye. And Urs had gone back to being introvert and grumpy, not speaking to anyone unless he had to, and whatever had been going on between him and Catherine was over.
Simon had done what he could to prevent the whole thing from being blown out of proportion, but the story had found its way around the world anyway. There had been a statement in the press and on the Il Divo forum saying that there was nothing going on between Séb and Catherine, but it had had little effect. The fans on the forum were furious, and they were equally angry with Séb and Catherine.
Catherine, as far as they knew, had left England and gone back to the U.S. She hadn’t appeared in any interviews or TV shows; she had been keeping a really low profile. Until now, when she had returned for Richard’s wedding.
David read the article about the wedding. There was a short interview with Catherine, but she said nothing about Il Divo. He looked at the photos again. There was one close-up of her, Richard and his bride Dana and the newlyweds were beaming, but Catherine only produced a faint smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
“Are you guys ready?” Urs wondered. “It’s almost time.”
David quickly hid the magazine behind his back. “Yes, we’re ready”, he smiled.
Urs looked at him. “What are you hiding?” he said.
Urs walked into the room, stopping right in front of David. “Why do you look so guilty, David? Is there something wrong?”
“You might as well show him”, Carlos said.
“Show me what?”
David sighed and gave Urs the magazine.
“What’s so special about... ?” Urs stopped mid-sentence when he saw the pictures.
“Seems to have been a nice wedding”, Carlos said.
“Weddings usually are”, Urs said with a stony voice and handed the magazine back to David.
“What are you guys doing?” Séb wondered as he entered the room. “We need to get out on stage in a few minutes.”
Urs gave him a blistering look but didn’t say anything. David and Carlos were glad they were there; they were afraid to leave those two alone together. Ever since that picture of Séb and Catherine had been published, things had been really strained between the Swiss and the Frenchman.
“Okay, let’s get out there”, David said, leaving the magazine on a table.
Séb picked it up and whistled when he saw the photos. “Wow, she looks great”, he said with a smile. “Makes you wonder what she would look like as a bride, doesn’t it?”
Urs muttered something in Swiss-German and headed for the door.
“We’d better get going”, Carlos said.
They all headed backstage, more or less ready to perform.
Catherine straightened her dress and her face before entering the assembly room. She wasn’t in the mood for socializing, but she had promised to attend this charity event some time ago. She had gone back to England for Richard’s wedding, and then she had stayed in the country for this. But she would leave again as soon as possible, probably go home to Sweden to try to get back on track.
She was shown to her table and said hello to the others who were seated there, some of them she knew, some she didn’t. A waiter asked her what she wanted to drink, and she ordered white wine. Catherine looked around. The room was beautifully decorated and full of people, and she knew who most of them were, mostly people from the TV, movie and music industries. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw Simon Cowell a few tables away, and she hoped he wouldn’t see her.
Catherine would never forget the scolding he had given her after that magazine thing, or the lies Séb had told the others about what had happened. He had blamed everything on her, said that she had been the one coming on to him, and the others had believed him. And his wife... Catherine shuddered when she thought of her encounter with Reena. Other people seldom frightened her, but Reena Izambard had been really furious in a way that had truly scared Catherine. And she really hadn’t been prepared for Reena’s fist landing on her cheek.
And Urs... God, she would never forget the look on his face when he heard Séb’s story. Or the look in his eyes when he told her he wanted them to stop seeing each other. She had accepted his decision and gone into hiding, retreating back to the States to lick her wounds. She had refused to give any interviews or make any appearances, she knew the only topic would have been that damned article and that it wouldn’t have mattered what she would’ve said.
The evening went on without any incidents, and the dinner was delicious. Catherine was actually beginning to feel a little better when the lights were dimmed and another of the performances were announced. She hadn’t checked the entertainment list, and when Il Divo were introduced, she nearly choked on her food.
The buzz in the room died down and the spotlights flooded the stage, but Catherine didn’t look that way. A slow intro was heard and then Séb’s soft voice sang the first notes of “Hymne à l’amour”, one of Catherine’s favorite songs, and she couldn’t help looking at the stage.
She hadn’t known that was one of their new songs. She had loved the song ever since the first time she had heard it and always thought it would be great for Il Divo, and here they were, singing it every bit as beautifully as she had imagined they would. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she couldn’t bear to look at them anymore.
The song ended to rapturous applause, and Catherine quickly made her way to the ladies’ room. When she realized she was the only one in there she let the tears out, and she cried quietly for several minutes.
She had just fixed her make-up when she heard the door open, and she looked up in the mirror and froze. Reena Izambard was staring at her in a less than friendly way.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Reena said.
“Attending the event, what else?”
“I hope you’re not here to see Séb.”
Catherine turned to face Reena and looked her straight in the eye. “I’m not. I didn’t even know they’d be here.”
“Stay away from him.”
“Don’t worry, I have no intention of seeing either one of them.” Catherine headed for the door, but Reena grabbed her arm and made her look at her.
“I warn you, Cath. If I see you anywhere near him...”
“You’ll what? Believe me, I don’t want anything to do with your lying bastard of a husband.”
“What did you call him?”
“Forget it, Reena. I’m not getting into another fight with you about this.” With that, she left the ladies’ room and headed for the assembly room. When she rounded a corner she nearly bumped into David.
“Cath? Oh my God, what are you doing here?”
“Hello, David. Obviously, I’m here for the event. I promised to attend a while back, before...” She shrugged. “I loved the song. I didn’t know you were doing that one.”
“It was Urs’ idea”, David said before he could stop himself.
“Oh.” Catherine remembered telling Urs that “Hymne à l’amour” was one of her favorite songs when they had discussed their favorite music.
“How are you, Cath? We haven’t heard anything about you since...”
“I haven’t been around, David, for obvious reasons. How are you?”
“Fine, just fine. We’ve just started the promotion. We’ll be going on a small tour around the U.K. starting in a few days.”
“Well, it was nice meeting you again. I hope the tour goes well.”
“Cath...” David looked around as if to see if anyone was nearby, then he stepped closer and looked at her. “He’s lying, isn’t he? About what happened, I mean.”
“Does it matter? What’s done is done.”
“I mean... We never noticed there was anything going on between you and Séb, and then all this happened. We all thought you and Urs...”
“Me and Urs what?” Catherine snapped.
David shrank back when he saw the look in her eyes. “Sorry. But you two seemed to get along so well, and Urs was finally getting back on track. He had been so down after he broke up with Tori, but after he met you and you got over your differences in the beginning he was kind of...”
“I know, David. But we weren’t together. We were going in that direction, but we never got there.”
“Because of Séb.”
“Look, David, I’ve got to go. Good luck with everything.” She left before he had the chance to say anything else.
“She’s here”, Reena hissed when she got back to the table where the Divos were sitting.
“Who?” Séb said.
“Your little movie star.”
“Yes. I met her in the ladies’ room. Did you know that she’d be here?”
“Of course not!”
Carlos cast a nervous glance at Urs across the table. The Swiss’ face was expressionless.
“I swear, if I see her anywhere near you, I’ll...”, Reena began.
“No, you won’t”, David said and sat down beside his girlfriend Stacey.
“You met her?” Reena said.
“Yes. She looked like she had been crying. You didn’t do anything to her, did you?”
Reena snorted. “No, I just told her to stay away from Séb. The little bitch had the nerve to call him a liar.”
David looked at Séb, and he thought he saw a twitch in the Frenchman’s jaw. Then he looked at Urs. Urs was glaring at Séb, and David was glad he was not on the receiving end of that look.
“Whoa, what’s the matter, Urs?” Simon said. He had just come back from talking to an acquaintance. “You look like you want to kill someone.”
“I’m fine”, Urs said without taking his eyes off Séb.
Séb was beginning to feel nervous. It wasn’t the first time Urs had looked at him that way, but this time it made him feel even more on edge.
“Did you know Catherine would be here?” Carlos asked Simon.
“She’s here? I haven’t seen her.”
“I met her just a few minutes ago”, David said.
“Well, I hope she isn’t going to cause any more trouble”, Simon said and sat down. “I wish I’d never had that hare-brained idea of hiring her.”
Urs muttered something in Swiss-German and got up.
“And where are you going?” Simon said. “Don’t forget you have another song to perform in a few minutes.”
“Do I ever forget anything?” Urs said and left.
Urs leaned against the wall outside the men’s room and drew a few deep breaths. He had never had such problems controlling his temper as he had these days. And hearing that Catherine was there didn’t make it any easier since she was the reason for his anger.
He didn’t want to think about how things had ended between them, but he couldn’t help it. And he was beginning to think that he had made one of the biggest mistakes of his life when he had chosen to believe Séb over her. But that wasn’t really what he had done, what he had done was to let his own insecurity and fear get the better of him and ended it with her without really giving her a chance.
She had never given him any reason to doubt her during their time together, she had been truly wonderful, and it had felt so good. They hadn’t really been a couple, they had just spent a lot of time together getting to know each other. She hadn’t put any pressure on him at all, giving him the time he had asked for. And he had begun to think they had a chance of having something really good together, but then that damned photo and article had been in the magazine, destroying all the trust he had carefully let himself start to feel. Her explanation of what had happened when that photo was taken had not been satisfactory, and even though it was fully possible that what she had told him was the truth he hadn’t dared to believe her. She had left without a word, and he had tried to forget her. He should’ve known that to be a mission impossible with her being such a public person.
And now she was here. He just hoped they wouldn’t run into each other, because he wasn’t sure how he’d react. He drew a few more breaths, then he headed back for their second performance.
Catherine sat down at her table, and she cast an anxious look over at the table she had seen Simon by before and cursed under her breath when she saw the people he was sitting with. Reena, Stacey and Carlos’ wife Celia. If they were there, that meant that the guys were sitting at that table. And David had probably mentioned meeting her. Oh yes, Simon turned around and glared at her, and she refused to be the one to look away first. Luckily, the lights dimmed again, and Il Divo performed their second song. This one was another of their new songs, and it was of course beautiful.
When the gala drew to a close, Catherine decided to leave as soon as possible. She had collected her coat and was heading for the back entrance to avoid as many people as possible when she suddenly felt nauseous. She headed for the ladies’ room, but then she started to feel dizzy, and the room started to spin. There was a bench nearby and she sat down on it and put her head between her legs, but the nausea and dizziness wouldn’t go away.
“What’s wrong, Cath?”
She looked up into Carlos’ kind eyes and tried to say something, but she was hit by another wave of nausea that made her put her head down again.
“I feel sick”, she managed without looking up. “And dizzy.”
“Are you here alone?”
“What’s going on?” she heard David’s voice.
“She’s sick”, Carlos said.
David sat down beside her and put his arm around her. “Cath... Do you need anything?”
“No, I’ll be fine. Just give me a minute.”
She got up on shaky legs, supported by David on one side and Carlos on the other. She looked up at them to thank them, but her words got stuck in her throat when her eyes met the cold look Urs gave her.
“What is she trying to pull this time?” Reena said when she passed them. “Don’t forget she acts for a living.”
Séb grimaced but didn’t say anything, and he escorted his wife outside.
Catherine let go of the men and shrugged into her coat. “Thanks, guys. I think I’m all right now. You don’t need to stay with me.”
“Are you sure?” Carlos said. “You look really pale.”
She managed a faint smile. “I’m sure, Carlos. Thanks for your concern.” She headed for the entrance.
“Hey”, David called after her, “you left your purse.”
She stopped and turned back and thanked David when he handed her the small purse.
“You haven’t left anything else?”
“No, I didn’t bring more than this.” She took a few steps but stopped when the nausea hit her again, and she wobbled and would have fallen to the floor if Urs hadn’t caught her.
He didn’t say anything, he just steadied her and let go of her when she could stand on her own.
“Cath, perhaps you should go to the hospital”, David said. “You don’t look okay.”
“I’ll be fine.” She didn’t feel fine, far from it. She had never felt so sick, but she didn’t want to cause any more trouble.
“Okay, if you’re sure...” David put on his coat and was just about to leave when he saw Catherine’s eyes roll back in her head and she fell to the floor.
David and Carlos were by her side in seconds, and she felt someone grab her hand. She tried to focus her eyes on something, but she was too dizzy. All she managed before she passed out was to whisper Urs’ name.
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Simon Cowell was furious – again. Not for the first time he cursed the day he had had the idea of introducing Catherine Johnson to his Divos. Everything had started out so well, then things started to get out of hand beginning with the argument between Urs and Catherine and then the hotel incident, and then the photo and article in the tabloid. And now this. He looked at the blazing headlines in the various papers and magazines on his desk, all of them asking the same question: was Catherine Johnson pregnant, and if she was, was the father one of the Divos?
Catherine’s sudden fainting-fit at the charity event had of course been the big news in the show business world the following day, and since the dust hadn’t settled yet from the tabloid article about her and Séb, assumptions were flying around about what was wrong with her, the most popular being that she was pregnant and that Séb was the father.
Catherine had been hospitalized for a few days, and no-one had been allowed to see her or speak to her, and when she was discharged she had disappeared. Simon had tried to get in touch with her, but to no avail. She hadn’t given any interviews or made any appearances, so everybody was still in the dark about what had happened to her, and thus speculation was running wild. Simon had tried to talk to both Séb and Urs, but all he had gotten out of Séb was assurances that he hadn’t done more than kiss the wretched woman, and Urs wouldn’t even admit to that, so if she was indeed pregnant, it couldn’t be by one of them.
~ * ~
Catherine adjusted one of the leather straps around her torso and looked in the mirror. She couldn’t hold back a smile when she saw her reflection and remembered the reactions from several members of the movie crew the first time she had worn the skimpy dress. After they had shot that infamous chair scene she had sworn never to wear the thing again. If she had known just how revealing it would look on her, she would never have designed it the way she had. It was made of strips of leather of various width, and it barely covered the essentials.
But the dress was one of the things that, whether she liked it or not, had made her movie such a hit, so she had ended up wearing the thing several more times at photo shoots, and this time was no different.
“Are you ready?” Richard wondered and peeked around the doorframe.
“Yes. But I still don’t like wearing this thing.”
“It still fits you like a second skin, Cath.”
“Yes, if I were pregnant I wouldn’t be able to squeeze into this now, would I?” she said, the sarcasm evident in her voice.
Richard grimaced and checked his own appearance one last time in the mirror. He had been away on his honeymoon when the latest ordeal concerning Catherine and the Divos had happened, but it was still a hot topic when he had returned a week ago, so he knew all about it.
“Have you spoken to any of them about it?” he wondered.
“Why should I have?”
“Cath... Have you let it out, then?”
“What do you mean?”
“Come on, don’t be stupid. I know how you pent things up inside. You just seethe in silence and solitude, and that’s not good for you.”
“I’ve told you about it.”
“Yes, but I’m not involved in this. You should talk to Séb and Urs.”
“They’ve done enough talking, believe me.”
“Well, that Frenchman had better not come anywhere near me if he values his good looks”, Richard growled. “And the Swiss... I wonder how he would look with a crew cut...”
Catherine couldn’t help laughing. Richard had always been so protective of her. “Thank you, Richard, but I do believe I can handle them myself.”
“Yeah, you’ve done a great job ‘handling’ them so far, Cath. I told you to be careful, especially with the Swiss.”
“Whatever. What’s done is done. Shall we get this over with, then?”
Richard wanted to say something else, but Catherine breezed past him and out of the room before he had the chance. He shook his head and followed her. He knew she was still hurting, but she could really clam up when she didn’t want to talk about something.
The photo shoot for the magazine went off without a hitch, and Catherine forced all thoughts of Il Divo out of her mind so she could concentrate on projecting the right look for the different shots the photographer wanted.
When they were done taking photos of her in the leather dress it was time for her to change into the other costume the movie was known for, her black armor. She walked back towards the dressing room, glad to soon be out of the knee-high leather boots with three-inch heels that went with the dress. When she rounded a corner she stopped dead in her tracks, as did the four men heading in her direction.
Catherine heard a muttered curse in French and possibly one in German, so just to join in she uttered a few in Swedish.
“What are you doing here?” Carlos said.
“Working”, she snapped. “You?”
“Same. We’ve just finished a photo shoot for a magazine.”
Catherine looked the men up and down. “Still having problems with your stylist, I see”, she said.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Séb said, not taking his eyes off her chest.
She shrugged. “Oh, just that you could look better. I don’t know who decides what you guys should wear, but it seems that person has no sense of what colors go together or suits each of you.”
“What’s wrong with what we wear?” David wondered.
“Never mind. If you’ll excuse me, I need to go change.”
“You look mighty fine just as you are now”, Séb smiled.
Catherine walked up to him, a small smile on her lips. She stopped just inches from him, tracing her fingers along the lapels of his jacket and grabbing them. “See something you like, Sebbie?” she purred, looking straight into his eyes.
“Oh yes”, he whispered, totally oblivious to the others watching them.
Catherine moved her left hand up to his cheek and caressed it, letting her thumb move across his lips. “You know, Sebbie, there is this one thing I’ve been wanting to do for a long time now”, she said, wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue. Then, out of the blue, her fist hit his cheek in a perfect left hook, not once but twice.
Séb wobbled and almost fell to the floor, but Catherine maintained her hold of his jacket.
“I suggest you think long and hard before you tell any more lies about me, you son of a bitch!” she spat and finished off with a knee between his legs. She let go of him, and he sank down, clutching his groin. Catherine squatted down beside him and grabbed his hair to make him look at her. “I could do a lot more to you than this”, she hissed. “I haven’t forgotten the things I learned for the movie about how to hurt someone.” She let go of him and straightened.
The other Divos looked from Séb to her and back and Carlos took a step back.
“Don’t worry, Carlos”, Catherine said, “I’m not going to attack you three.”
“Shit, where did you learn how to throw a punch like that?” David said when he found his voice.
“Duh, you’ve seen the movie, haven’t you?”
“Jesus, remind me to never piss you off.”
“You already have.”
“Look, Cath...”, Carlos began, but she cut him off mid-sentence.
“Don’t bother, Carlos, I don’t want to hear it. You should tend to your brother in need.”
With that she left them to their own devices and headed for the dressing room.
When she came back to the stage where they were taking the photos, she saw that the Divos were still there. Séb was sitting on a chair, and the others were standing around him, and Richard was talking to them.
“Aren’t you going to change?” she asked him when she walked up to the group.
They all looked at her, and she looked back.
“Uh, maybe you should button up”, David said.
“Not until it’s time to take the photos; this thing weighs quite a bit and is really hot, so I don’t want to be in it more than I have to.”
“I thought it was fake”, Carlos said.
Catherine glared at him. Then she shrugged off the black armor and threw it at him. He wasn’t expecting it to be so heavy, so he stumbled backwards a step before he regained his balance.
Urs blinked several times and tried to swallow the lump in his throat. She had nothing on under the armor except a bra, which gave him a perfect view of her breasts and rock hard abs. He had almost lost it when she had been snuggling up to Séb earlier, touching him the way she had, but when she had punched him and then kicked him a reluctant respect mixed with confusion had joined the jealousy he felt. He had never thought he would see her in that dress in real life, but he had, and that image would forever be burnt into his mind. And now she was standing less than three feet away from him in nothing but a bra and tight black pants and boots holding a scabbard with a sword, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of her.
“It’s real chain mail”, Catherine informed Carlos, “and it weighs about thirty-five pounds. You can imagine how much fun it is to wear that for several hours and to do fight scenes in it. The only advantage is that you lose weight doing it.”
When the word “weight” was uttered, four pairs of eyes automatically went to her stomach. Catherine waited. If they wanted to know, they would have to ask.
“Are you going to be okay?” Richard wondered. “I should go change; I can see the photographer getting ready.”
“Sure, go ahead”, Catherine said.
Richard left, and Catherine still waited.
“Okay, I’ll bite the bullet”, David said after several seconds of silence. “What happened at the charity event, Cath? We know you went to the hospital, but we don’t know what was wrong with you.”
“Haven’t you read the papers?” she sneered. “I thought Séb had filled you in.”
Séb glared at her, and she glared right back. She couldn’t hold back a snort when he looked away.
“We’ve all read the papers”, Carlos said, “but we don’t know the truth.”
“Didn’t Séb tell you all about it after that lovely article in the tabloid? You sure as hell seemed to know what was true then.”
They all had the decency to look ashamed.
“We’re sorry about that”, David said. “We were all a little more than upset. But what did you expect, really? The picture was there, and you had been lying to us before and you had let Séb spend a night at your hotel. What were we supposed to think?”
“So, he told you about the hotel incident, did he?” Catherine said. “I’m almost afraid to ask what he said happened that time.”
“I told them the truth”, Séb hissed. “That I spent the night on the couch and that the kiss happened by accident.”
“I don’t suppose your wife knows about that?”
“No, and I intend to keep it that way.”
“Come on, Cath”, David sighed, “just tell us – are you pregnant?”
She couldn’t help twisting the knife a little bit more. “What if I am?” she said.
“If you are, it’s not mine”, Séb said quickly.
David and Carlos looked at Urs.
“Don’t look at me, I haven’t touched her”, Urs said indignantly.
“Yeah, right”, Séb snorted. “You expect us to believe that you spent all that time with her and managed to keep your hands off her?”
Urs just glared at him.
“Look, I’m not pregnant, okay?” Catherine said. “What happened was that I had a rather severe case of food poisoning, that’s all. There was something in the food at the charity event that didn’t agree with me. I had my stomach pumped and they kept me at the hospital for observation for a few days. Then I went to the States, and now I’m back here.”
The four men looked at her.
“Food poisoning?” Carlos said.
“Yes. I’m sorry, but it wasn’t more exciting than that. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a photo shoot to finish. Would you please help me with that?” she said to Carlos, nodding towards the armor he still held.
“Oh, sure”, he said and held it up for her.
She put it on and closed the clasps holding it together and fastened the scabbard around her waist. She turned towards the stage, but then she turned back towards the Divos. They all looked apprehensively at her. She was frightening enough unarmed, but now she had a sword...
Catherine unsheathed her sword and smiled when the three standing Divos stepped aside like the Red Sea parting to make way for her. She walked up to Séb and put the tip of the blade to his throat, making him look at her. “Now, like I said, Séb, be careful what you say about me in the future. Like my character in the movie, I’m pretty good with blades.”
She gave him a withering glance, turned and glared at the other three before making her way over to the stage.
~ * ~
“I’m beginning to feel like a bad student being sent to the principal’s office”, Catherine said when she sat down in Simon’s office. “How many times have I been here now?”
“Very funny”, Simon growled.
Catherine looked at the Divos and smiled maliciously when she saw the bruise on Séb’s cheek. “I hope it hurts”, she said.
“It does”, Séb muttered.
“Did you really do that?” Simon asked and nodded towards Séb.
“Oh yes. And believe me, I took pleasure in it.”
“You can’t go around beating people up! Especially not my Divos!”
“Well, I did. What are you going to do, sue me? Do you really need more media attention, Simon? I’m sure the Sirens would love to hear all about it.”
“Is it true that you’re not pregnant?”
“Yes. It was a bad case of food poisoning, Simon. So don’t worry, I won’t show up eight months from now on anyone’s doorstep with a baby.”
“I would appreciate it if you didn’t beat my Divos up anymore in the future. Their looks do make up a big part of their success.”
“And I would appreciate it if your Divos didn’t spread anymore lies about me in the future.”
Simon sighed heavily. “How are we going to solve this, Catherine? You say one thing, Séb says another.”
“And we all know you believe him. I’m not going to discuss this anymore, Simon; I really don’t care what you think. Did you ask me to come here for any other reason than to sort this out? ‘Cause I do have better things to do than to try to knock some sense into your thick skulls.”
“We still have a video to make.”
“You’ve made it perfectly clear you don’t want me involved in that.”
“Well, I’ve changed my mind.”
“Really? And what makes you think I want to have anything to do with you people anymore?”
“I understand if you’re angry, Catherine, but I’m sure we can come to some sort of agreement.”
“Really? What do you want from me?”
“Same as before – I want you to direct the video.”
“Yes. I’ll set up the contract again since I tore up the last one.”
“I haven’t said I’ll do it.”
“What’s it going to take, then?”
Catherine looked at each of the Divos. “Do you guys want me back on?” she asked.
“I don’t mind”, David said after a while. “I just don’t want any more trouble.”
“It’s okay with me”, Carlos agreed.
“And you, Sebbie?” Catherine said, smiling sweetly at him.
“Whatever”, Séb grimaced and cursed when the tender skin on his cheek stung.
Catherine looked at Urs. He met her gaze, and not for the first time she silently cursed that damned article in the tabloid which had ruined everything. She wished she had fought for him, put up more of a fight when he wanted to end it. But he had made his choice, and she knew deep down that it was probably based more on his fear of being hurt again than on anything else. She had seen how he had looked at her at the photo shoot when she had been wearing the leather dress, and she definitely hadn’t missed the look he had given her when she showed up in the armor, sporting nothing but a bra underneath. His Royal Swissness wasn’t immune to her, far from it.
“I’m okay with it”, Urs finally said. “We need to get that video done.”
“So we’re all agreed”, Simon said. “We all want you back on, Catherine.”
“How nice of you. However, I’m not sure I want to be back on.”
“Name your price”, Simon said. “I’m sure we can afford you.”
“Do you really think I need your money? I already have more money than I’ll probably ever spend in my life, so what could you possibly offer me?”
“So what do you want, then?”
Catherine looked him straight in the eye. “Is the word ‘please’ part of your vocabulary, Simon?” she wondered.
“Well, I hope it is now, ‘cause that’s what it’s going to take.”
“I want you to beg, Simon. You know, ask real nice and all that.”
David tried his best to hide a chuckle, and Carlos quickly took a sip of his Diet Coke. Séb looked back and forth between Simon and Catherine, and Urs just looked at Catherine.
“You want me to what?” Simon said.
“Just ask me nicely to come back on.”
“I thought I had.”
“You haven’t asked me anything, you just assumed I’d jump right back in.”
No-one said anything for several minutes. Catherine’s phone rang, and she excused herself and left the office to take the call.
“Who the hell does she think she is?!” Simon exploded. “Does she really think she can come in here and make demands like that?”
“Just do it, Simon”, David said. “Just get it over with. It’s just one little word.”
Simon was still grumbling when Catherine came back in and sat down.
“So, how’s it going to be?” she said. “I have another meeting in an hour, so I must be on my way.”
Simon clenched his fists. “Catherine... Will you please
direct the video for us?” he said slowly, as if every word caused him pain.
“Yes, Simon, I will”, she smiled and got up. “I’ll come back tomorrow and sign the contract.” She went over to where Simon was standing and patted him on the cheek. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” She winked at him and left.
~ * ~
Urs parked his motorcycle, took his bags and entered the small hotel where they would be staying during the shooting of the first scenes. He had really enjoyed being able to take the bike to the small northern town, it had been a while since he had been on a longer ride. And for the first time in many weeks he was excited about work. They had been on that small promotion tour, but he had been on autopilot then. This would be different, they hadn’t done a video in years, so this would be a welcome break from routine. He just hoped they would all be able to get along. David and Carlos were no problem, they were in their usual good mood, but Séb was still moping after the beating Catherine had given him, and Urs smiled when he thought of the sight of little Cath in her leather strips and high heels punching Séb and kicking him in the groin. Catherine herself was all business, far from the carefree, humorous woman she had been before everything started to get out of hand. It was evident she still held a grudge towards them for how they had treated her.
Urs’ smile faded when he thought of how especially he himself had treated her. He had berated himself several times, telling himself he had been a total idiot, but he couldn’t turn back time. He hadn’t been near her since they had “broken up” apart from the few seconds he had steadied her when she felt sick at the charity event, but when they had met at the photo shoot and he saw her in those outfits, he knew his feelings for her were as strong as ever. And the relief he had felt when she told them she wasn’t pregnant had been enormous. He had felt really jealous during the hotel incident, but the feelings raging through him at the thought of her possibly carrying Séb’s child had scared him more than anything had in a long time.
The problem was he wasn’t sure how she felt. She probably still had feelings for him too, unless everything had been an act on her part. But he didn’t think so, he was a fairly good judge of character and he refused to believe that Catherine had been acting when they had been alone together. And the way she had kissed him... There was no way she had been faking that, no way whatsoever. He knew it would take a lot to win her back, if she was still interested, but he had decided that he would try if she gave him any indication there was still a chance for them.
They were all gathered in the lobby waiting for their reservations to be sorted out, but there seemed to be some kind of problem. Catherine and one of the management people were talking to the receptionist, and something was clearly wrong if their voices were anything to go by.
After a while Catherine came over to the guys. She didn’t look pleased. “There’s been some kind of double booking”, she said. “We’re one room short.”
“What does that mean?” Carlos wondered.
“It means we can’t get a room each. Two of us will have to share.”
The guys looked at each other. They all knew it was out of the question to let Urs and Séb share, but neither David nor Carlos wanted to be in a confined space with one of the grumpy ones. And to put Séb and Catherine together was definitely not an option.
Urs saw a window of opportunity open. “Cath and I will share”, he said.
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|Subject: Re: Four Divos and a Diva Wed Feb 16, 2011 7:35 pm|| |
Catherine stared at Urs. Share a room with him? For several days – and nights? Her heart started pounding so hard she was sure the others could hear it.
Urs could see how flustered she was, but he hoped she would agree to the arrangement. The others looked from Urs to Catherine and back, all waiting for Catherine to say something.
“I don’t know if that’s such a great idea”, she said slowly.
“Séb and I don’t want to share”, Urs said, “and I doubt very much that David and Carlos want to be locked up with either one of us. Séb and Carlos are married, David has a girlfriend, I’m single, you’re single – you do the math.”
“Math was my worst subject in school”, Catherine muttered. “Okay, whatever. I’ll go get the keys.” She headed back to the reception desk.
“Do you really think this is a good idea?” David said to Urs. “I can share with you.”
“Thanks, David, but I think I can handle it.”
“Well, you’ve seen her angry”, Séb put in. “Believe me, Urs, you don’t want her to hit you.”
Urs snickered at the memory of Catherine punching Séb. “No, I don’t, but she has every reason to be angry with me too. But I think it will be all right.”
Séb didn’t say any more. He knew he had acted foolishly, but he still didn’t like the thought of Catherine sharing rooms with Urs. He knew Urs still had feelings for her and that he would most likely try to patch things up with her, and who knew what could happen if they were alone together?
Catherine came back to the group and handed out keys to David, Carlos and Séb. “The rooms are next to each other”, she said, “on the second floor.”
They all headed towards the elevators.
Catherine opened the door and dragged her suitcase inside. Urs followed her, and he closed the door behind them.
The room was not very big, but it was nice. Catherine hoped it wouldn’t feel too cramped. She usually didn’t need much space, but right now she would’ve given almost anything to be alone. She checked out the bathroom and gave her approval and headed back into the room.
“Are you okay?” Urs wondered.
“What do you think?” she snapped and started unpacking her suitcase. “I really don’t fancy the thought of sharing a room with you.”
“Maybe you’d fancy sharing with Séb?” Urs snapped back, the past weeks’ tension finally taking its toll. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind having you in his bed.”
Catherine froze and turned to face him. “What?”
“You heard me. He’s totally smitten with you, so I don’t think he would have much to put up against you if you really made a move.”
Catherine just looked at him. Urs stared back, and he looked really angry.
“My God, you really do believe there’s something going on between us, don’t you?” Catherine said. “Did you really think I was pregnant with his child?”
Urs started unpacking, refusing to look at her. “I admit the thought was unnerving”, he said slowly. “But I didn’t want to believe it. Séb may flirt and be attentive, but I really don’t think he’d actually cheat on Reena. And I’d like to think that you’re not that kind of woman.”
“But?” Catherine insisted.
Urs sat down on the bed and sighed. He ran his hands through his hair and finally looked up at her. “I don’t know, Cath. I just don’t know. This is all very confusing. There are times when I think you’re the most wonderful woman I’ve ever met, and then something happens that throws me back down into the darkness. I’m really tired of all these emotional ups and downs.”
“You’re not the only one who’s tired of all the commotion, Urs. I’ve been to hell and back several times myself during these weeks, and I never thought the day would come when I would wish I had never heard of Il Divo, but I’ve been close to doing that a few times.”
Urs bit his lip and looked away. “I’m sure you wish you’d never met me, either.”
“The jury’s still out on that one.”
He looked at her again. “What do you mean?”
“It means I haven’t decided yet. When you said you wanted us to try and see if it could work between us I was so happy, and those private moments with you were so beautiful, but then that damned article appeared and you just couldn’t get rid of me fast enough. You say you don’t want to believe there’s something going on between me and Séb, but you just can’t let it go, can you?”
“I’m really trying, Cath, believe me, I am.”
She sighed. “You know what, Urs, let’s keep it strictly professional while we do this video, okay? Let’s not complicate things further by trying to patch things up now, let’s just concentrate on doing a good job. When all this is over we can discuss it again. If you want to, that is.”
Urs got up, took her hands and looked into her eyes. “I think that sounds like a good idea”, he said. A small smile found its way onto his lips. “At least you’re not saying there’s no chance at all. I was so afraid I had destroyed everything between us.”
Catherine smiled hesitantly. “I think I’d regret it for the rest of my life if I let you go without really making an effort, Bühler. We won’t know unless we try, right?”
“Right”, he whispered and placed a quick kiss on her lips. At least he had intended it to be a quick one, but the moment their lips met something exploded inside him, and he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her properly.
Catherine didn’t push him away. She had missed his kisses so much, so she kissed him back with everything she had, and it felt just as good as it had before.
Finally, Urs broke the kiss and let her go. He stared at her, his eyes dark with a desire he didn’t bother to hide. “Maybe sharing a room is a bad idea”, he said, his voice uneven.
Catherine stared back. “Yeah, maybe it is under these circumstances”, she said, “but we’ll have to manage. Unless you want to share with one of the guys?”
“We don’t need another scandal, Cath, and you can guess what the media would do with the news that you’re sharing a hotel room with one of the Divos that’s in a relationship. You barely got away with it last time, and only because someone told Simon so he could prevent it.”
She uttered something in Swedish which Urs suspected was a curse. “God, how I wish I hadn’t let Séb in that night!” she groaned. “At least I should have woken him up when he fell asleep and made him leave.”
“It’s okay, Cath, nobody knows except us. But like I said, I don’t think you’d be so lucky again. So like you said, we’ll just have to manage.”
“Yes, you’re right. If I get too close you can always fight me off with one of your Toblerone bars.”
Urs laughed. “Provided I still have some if I need one. You like them just as much as I do, so I have a feeling my stock is going to be reduced quite rapidly.”
There was a knock on the door, and Catherine went to open it.
“Hi”, Séb smiled. “How about lunch and then we go check out the venue?”
“Sounds like a plan”, Catherine smiled. “Come on, Urs, lunch time.”
They left the room to join the others, both thinking the same thing: how on earth were they going to keep their hands off of each other during the nights?
The four Divos and Catherine found a nice place where they had lunch, and David and Carlos were relieved to see that everything seemed to be all right between the other three. At least they got along.
The place where they would shoot the scenes was a sports center where a few stages had been built. Catherine inspected the work and talked to some of the stage hands, and she was pleased with what she saw. It seemed like they could start shooting tomorrow as planned.
When they got back to the hotel they were met by a tall, slender brunette who introduced herself as Gina, the model/singer who would play the woman in the video.
Catherine looked her up and down and gave her approval. Gina was really good-looking with long brown hair and cold, green eyes and a perfect figure. Catherine just hoped she was good enough at acting, but she trusted the people at Sony who were in charge of the casting to have done their job.
“So, you’re the one whose heart I’ll be breaking”, Gina laughed and linked arms with Urs.
“Yes”, Urs smiled.
They had decided that Urs would be featured most in the video, but the others would of course be in it too.
“Then we should get to know each other a little better, don’t you think?” Gina purred and winked at Urs. “How about dinner tonight?”
Urs looked at Catherine.
“You don’t need my approval, Urs”, she said.
Gina looked at Catherine and then at Urs again. “Who are you?” she said to Catherine. “Haven’t I seen you somewhere?”
“Have you been to the movies lately?” Séb said. “This is Catherine Johnson, the star of Miranda.
“Oh, you’re that actress”, Gina said and there was a slightly derogatory tone to her voice.
“Yes, I’m ‘that actress’”, Catherine said. “Don’t stay out too late tonight, though, we’ll make it an early start tomorrow.”
“I’ll try not to keep him out too late”, Gina laughed and tightened her grip on Urs’ arm.
David, Carlos, Séb and Catherine sensed trouble brewing.
The following morning they were all at the sports center at eight. They had gone through the script one more time before they left the hotel, so the guys knew what they would be doing. Catherine told them to go over to the wardrobe department and change, then she left them to go check on the camera crew.
Her mind didn’t stay long on the technical details, though. She had woken up quite a while before the alarm clock was set to ring, and Urs had been spooning against her back, one of his arms tightly wrapped around her waist, his nose nuzzling her neck. It had felt so good, so right, somehow, that she hadn’t got up right away. But finally she had wriggled out of his embrace and was all done and ready to go by the time he woke up.
Urs had finished changing clothes and was waiting outside the dressing room for the shooting to start. He looked over to the other side of the stage where Catherine was talking to one of the photographers, and a warm and fuzzy feeling spread inside him. He had woken early and found himself spooning against her, one arm tightly secured around her waist. And he couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so good waking up next to someone, or holding someone. He had felt her stir when she woke up and pretended to be asleep, and when she didn’t get up right away he had almost sighed with relief. There was definitely hope for them...
The first scenes were filmed without problems, and when they broke for lunch everybody was in a good mood. Catherine had been pleasantly surprised to see that Urs was a good actor, he hadn’t needed many retakes, and the few there had been were mostly Gina’s fault. Catherine wasn’t sure Gina was right for this job. She was beautiful, sure, but she wasn’t much of an actress. Not that you needed much talent to be in a music video, but all she seemed to care about was to be as close to Urs as possible, both on and off camera. Catherine wasn’t blind, she knew Gina was interested in Urs, and she tried to ignore the way she clung to him all the time, but it was beginning to get to her.
After lunch they continued and all went well up until it was time for the singing part. The guys had no problems, of course, but Gina... She didn’t sound bad, but... She didn’t sound good, either. Catherine summoned the guys when Gina for once was busy with something else.
“What do you think?” she asked. “About Gina?”
“She’s okay”, David said. “A bit over the top, but harmless.”
“She’s irritating”, Séb muttered. “She’s always around, she won’t leave us alone for one minute.”
“I like her”, Carlos smiled. “We’re having dinner tonight.”
“I agree with Séb”, Urs said. “She’s a bit clingy.”
“Oh, really?” Catherine said sourly. “I was wondering whether you’d noticed.”
Urs just smiled.
“I want you to listen to the sound tape”, Catherine continued. “And be honest.”
She played the tape, and Urs’ and Gina’s voices were heard.
“Sounds okay”, David said. “She’s a bit high, but it’s okay.”
“Since when do you guys settle for ‘okay’? You’re perfectionists, ‘okay’ is not an option. Do you really want to release something that isn’t perfect?”
“Cath, with all due respect”, David said, “you can’t judge whether she sounds good or not. You can’t sing to save your life, remember?”
“I still understand she doesn’t sound good.”
“Hey, what are you guys doing?” Gina came up to them and instantly latched onto Urs’ arm.
“We’re discussing a problem”, Urs said and removed her hand. “Would you please let us continue?”
“Sure, don’t mind me.” She didn’t move.
Catherine drew a few deep breaths. “Gina, could you try and sing the song half a key lower? The way you’re doing it now is too high.”
“It’s perfect”, Gina said.
“You have a good voice, but this song isn’t supposed to be that high, so take it down a notch, okay?”
“What do you know about singing?” Gina said haughtily. “If I say it’s perfect, it is.”
“Actually, you are a little high”, Urs said. “Please try to sing a little lower. It shouldn’t be a problem for you.”
Gina flashed him a big smile.
“Okay”, Catherine sighed, “can you do it right away? I’d like to finish this scene as soon as possible.”
“We’ll continue when I’m ready”, Gina said.
“You’ll continue now, Gina. I’m sick and tired of your antics. Either you do as I say or I’ll find someone else who will.”
Gina gasped. “You can’t do that!”
“I sure as hell can. I’m the director, so I decide everything. Now, are you going to sing or not?”
“Fine, have it your way.” Catherine picked up her phone and walked away from them.
Urs caught up with her, but she didn’t stop walking.
“Cath, what are you doing? Don’t cause any more problems, please. We just want this done.”
“Believe me, I want this done too, but I’m not working with her if I don’t have to.”
“Come on, you can’t be jealous.”
“I’m not jealous, Urs. It’s true I don’t like the way she’s clinging to you like a leech, but it’s only while she’s doing this. But if she won’t take direction, then I’ll replace her. It’s as simple as that.”
“I’m sure she can sing it the way you want her to, Cath. Just give her a chance.”
“Honestly, Urs, do you think she’s a good singer?”
He shrugged. “Well, she’s a bit dramatic, but I’m sure she can tone it down.”
“Stop being so fucking diplomatic, Matterhorn! Just say what you think!”
“You know, a big mountain bordering Switzerland and Italy? Kind of high?”
“I know what it is, Cath. But why are you calling me that?”
“Gee, I don’t know... Could it be ‘cause you’re Swiss, maybe?”
They had gone behind the stage, and Urs grabbed Catherine’s arm and pulled her into his arms. “I don’t like her”, he mumbled into her hair. “She’s everywhere I am. And I don’t think she’s such a great singer, either. But she probably can go lower. I’m just not sure it’s going to sound so good.”
“I’m almost hoping it won’t”, Catherine muttered.
Urs looked at her. “You really don’t like her, do you?”
“No. And you’re right, I am a bit jealous.”
He kissed her temple. “How much did it take for you to admit that, Cathy?”
“Don’t push your luck, Matterhorn. I might just ask you to go jump off it.”
Urs laughed heartily. “You’re lovely, you know that?” he whispered and lowered his lips to hers.
Catherine met his eager mouth and almost forgot she had a problem to take care of. It was quite a while before she reluctantly left Urs’ arms and looked around. “Perhaps you should go back to the others”, she said. “I have a phone call to make.”
“Okay. See you later.” He kissed her nose and walked back onto the stage.
The smile on Catherine’s face died when Simon barked his “Hello” into her ear.
“Simon? Catherine here. We have a problem.”
~ * ~
Simon looked at the five people in his office. By now he was rather used to them being there.
“Are you all agreed on this?” he wondered. “You don’t want to work with Gina anymore?”
“We have tried, Simon”, Carlos said, “but she’s not very good at taking orders. She will not listen to Catherine and she doesn’t sing the way we want her to. She thinks she’s good enough as it is.”
“It’s true”, Séb said. “She’s really annoying. She won’t leave us alone.”
“Are you complaining about a fan’s attention, Séb?” Simon snickered. “I never thought I’d live to see the day.”
“Our fans are different”, Séb muttered. “They aren’t this... this...” He shrugged, at a loss for words.
“Hands-on”, Catherine offered. “She’s always around, always touching them, always butting in where she’s not wanted. I really would like to replace her.”
“What about you two?” Simon nodded towards David and Urs.
“I have no problem with her as a person”, David said, “but she does have a problem with the singing. She insists on singing higher than we want it to be, although she can sing lower. Believe us, we did try to get her to do it our way before we came down here.”
“She’s really clingy”, Urs said. “She follows me around everywhere I go. And I agree about the singing. I think she could do it if she wanted to, but she seems to have something against Catherine, so I think she’s making trouble just to spite her.”
“Did you have this much trouble making Miranda
?” Simon wondered.
“Not at all”, Catherine said. “It was pretty smooth sailing.”
Simon nodded. “I’ve looked over Gina’s contract. I think we can release her from it without too much fuzz, but she won’t like it. And there’s the problem of who will replace her.”
“If only you could sing”, Séb sighed and looked at Catherine. “We thought about it before we heard your voice, that we would ask you to be in the video as well as direct it.”
“Yes, that would’ve solved everything, wouldn’t it?” David said. “Kind of killed two birds with one stone.”
“Well, I’ll get our people on it right away”, Simon sighed. “We’ll try to find someone new as soon as possible.”
“Don’t worry about the costs for the delayed production, Simon”, Catherine said. “I’ll pay them.”
“That won’t be necessary.”
“I want to. I’ve caused enough problems for you.”
“We can discuss that later. I have some phone calls to make, so if you would all just get out of here...”
Catherine and the guys scrambled to their feet and headed for the door. Catherine cleared her throat. “You know, guys, on a good day I’m a pretty decent mezzo-soprano.”
“Come on, Catherine, we have heard you try to sing”, Carlos sighed. “You can’t sing.”
“We’ll, I’ve been faking a lot of things, and that was just another one.”
They all looked at her. She met their gaze, unwavering.
“Cath, for God’s sake, can
you sing?” David said, his voice almost desperate.
“Yes. I’ve been taking lessons for about a year. I started during the shooting. We had a voice coach for the dialogues, and I added singing lessons to the voice coaching. I’m far from professional, though.”
Simon came up to them. He looked Catherine up and down. “Boys, why don’t you take Miss Johnson to the studio and see what she can do”, he said slowly. “If you think she can sing the song, she’ll do it.”
They went into the studio, and the guys looked quizzically at Catherine.
“So, let’s hear it”, Séb said. “Sing something for us.”
“Any suggestions?” Catherine said. “The song we’re doing the video for, or...”
“Let’s do ‘Nella fantasia’”, Urs said. “There are enough harmonies in that one to give us an opinion of you.”
They gathered round the piano, and Carlos started singing. Catherine joined in after the first verse, and she hit every note dead-on. The others sang their parts the way they used to, and Catherine joined in here and there, and she even did a harmony at one point which sounded great.
“Okay, I’m officially impressed”, David said when they were done. “How can you fake it like you did? It’s so hard to sing off key when you really can sing.”
Catherine shrugged. “It was difficult, trust me. I really wanted to sing it right. I’m sorry for putting you through that ordeal.”
“Please get rid of Gina and take her place”, Séb pleaded. “You’re so much easier to work with.”
“You might change your mind about that later”, Catherine smiled. “I can be a real menace sometimes.”
“Let’s sing a few more songs”, David said. “As I recall, you pretty much massacred ‘Senza catene’, so how about we do that one?”
They did, and this time that last note to outsing David hit home beautifully.
“Okay, you can definitely sing”, Carlos said. “Let’s do the video song just to hear if your voice is right for it.”
They sang it, and Catherine thought it sounded good. But she waited for the others to say something; it was their opinion that mattered.
The Divos looked at each other, and then at her.
“So, what’s the verdict?” Catherine said. For some reason she was nervous.
“I’ll go tell Simon to get rid of Gina”, David said. “You definitely sing that song better than she does.”
“Wait. What about the rest of you? Do you agree with David?”
“Absolutely”, Séb said. “Your voice is deeper than Gina’s but it’s so much better suited for this song than hers.”
“I agree”, Carlos said.
“Not much to discuss. I think we’d all much rather work with you than with Gina. And you do sing rather well, Cath.”
She smiled at them. “Thank you, all of you. I promise this is the last thing I’ve faked or lied about. No more surprises.”
“Okay. Let’s go tell Simon”, David said.
They all left the studio. Urs, who was the last one out, turned to close the door behind him and saw Séb’s jacket lying on a chair and went in to get it. When he picked up the garment a small piece of paper fell out of one of the pockets and floated down to the floor. Urs picked it up and saw that it was a business card, and the logo on it was that of the tabloid magazine that had published the article about Séb and Catherine.
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Catherine just stared at Séb, and she knew the others in the room were in shock too. She just couldn’t believe what he had just told them.
They had finished shooting the video the day before, and all had gone surprisingly well. Simon had gone with them to the location and had a talk with Gina, and of course the model had thrown a tantrum, but of course Simon wouldn’t budge. Gina was cut off (and paid off rather handsomely, Catherine was sure), and Catherine had taken her place, and from then on everything went without a hitch. After finishing on the location up north they had moved the production back to the southern parts of England where they had done the rest of the filming. Urs had asked Catherine to go with him on his bike, which she had done. When they had wrapped everything up and all that was left to do was the final editing of the video and to do some final adjustments of the sound tape in the recording studio, reality had sunk into Catherine’s consciousness – she and Urs had do decide how they were going to proceed with their “relationship”. She had told him they would discuss it when the filming was done, and it was done now. For some reason the thought of getting serious with him made her nervous.
Catherine and Urs had both been very professional during the work on the video, both honoring their agreement not to try to work things out between them while they were shooting the scenes; the only concession had been sleeping in the same bed at night, the only touching save for the scenes in the video being holding each other. All had been well in Catherine’s world the past couple of weeks, and she had really thought things were looking up, but now her world was being turned upside down again.
“What did you just say?” Carlos was the first one to find his voice. He looked at his French comrade, who was sitting with his head buried in his hands.
Séb didn’t look up. “You heard me”, he mumbled.
When they were back in London, Urs had asked them all to meet with Simon. He wouldn’t say why he wanted the meeting, but when they had all gathered in Simon’s office, Urs had gone about his business right away. Without any embellishments, he had just asked Séb to explain why he had a business card from the tabloid that had published the article that had caused so much trouble.
“You set it up?” Simon’s voice was barely audible, and they all knew that meant he was seriously pissed.
“Oui.” Séb’s voice wasn’t much louder. “I asked Catherine to have dinner with me before she left, then I called the magazine – anonymously – and told them there might be a story for them, giving them the place and time. I knew there would probably be a photographer there somewhere. Cath has never come on to me. I was the one leaning towards her when that picture was taken. And like I told you guys before, I was the one kissing Cath at her hotel that night I stayed there. She didn’t start anything. I know it has caused a lot of problems. I’m really sorry.”
Simon got up and started walking back and forth. They all waited for him to explode and give Séb a real piece of his mind.
“Let me see if I’ve got this right”, he finally said. “You went over to Cath’s hotel, and you fell asleep in her room, on the couch. When you were leaving in the morning you were just going to kiss her on the cheek, but you turned it into a real kiss?”
“And you called the tabloid and told them Cath would be having dinner with someone so they could get a scoop?”
Séb nodded again.
“And when this whole thing blew up in your face, you didn’t try to set things right. You made us all think that Cath was the bad guy, that she was the one pursuing you.”
Simon sat down again, and nobody said anything. Catherine looked at the Divos. Séb was still not looking at anyone, he kept his eyes on the floor, David and Carlos were just looking at Séb, and Urs was looking at his hands folded in his lap. Catherine could tell Urs was really angry, that he was holding back.
“Why the hell would you risk everything?” Simon said after several minutes. “You’ve never done anything like this before.”
Séb finally looked up, daring to meet Catherine’s eyes before fixing his gaze on the wall behind her. “I was jealous”, he whispered. “I’ve liked her since I first saw her movie, and when we met I liked her even more. I wasn’t thinking about doing anything, but when Urs got interested and she seemed to like him too I just kind of snapped. I didn’t want him to have her.”
Catherine cast a quick glance at Urs beside her. His hands were fists now.
Séb took a deep breath and looked straight at Urs and startled when he saw the anger in the hazel eyes glaring back at him. “I didn’t think it would go so wrong. I’m so sorry, Urs”, Séb said. “I really messed things up.”
Urs said nothing. If looks could kill, Sébastien Izambard would have been a smoldering pile of ashes.
“Well, one thing is for sure”, Simon sighed. “We all owe Catherine a huge apology. Do you want a public apology, Cath?”
“Absolutely not”, Catherine said.
Everyone looked at her, even Séb.
“There’s no way this leaves this office”, Catherine went on.
“But everyone thinks you’re the bad guy”, David protested. “Do you want people to think you’re a home-wrecker?”
“Would you rather have Séb lose his family? I don’t want to be responsible for that in any way at all, even if it’s not my fault. What do you think would happen if Reena found out that Séb’s the one who’s been pursuing me?”
“You’re being awfully grand about this, Cath”, Simon said. “I would be furious.”
“Oh, it’s going to be a while before I forgive a certain Frenchman”, Catherine said, “but I really don’t want there to be any more trouble. I’m trying to think about what’s best for all of us. Nothing good would come of Séb confessing in public – Reena would probably leave and take the kids with her, your fans would go berserk, relations between you guys would be strained. It would all just be negative. It’s better that I remain the evil-doer, that way nobody gets hurt any more.”
“It’s true we don’t know how the fans would react”, Simon said. “Séb has always been the most popular among you, and his fans have him on a pedestal, so if they were to hear about this whole mess there’s no telling what they’d do.”
“So there will be no mentioning of what really happened on the forum or anywhere else”, Catherine continued. “This stays between the six of us. No-one speaks of this to anyone else, is that clear?”
They all agreed.
“Then this whole mess is over as far as I’m concerned”, Catherine said and got up. “But this is the last slack I’m cutting you, Séb. One more slip and you’ll be sorry you ever met me. I will most likely forgive you for this eventually, but don’t you ever come on to me again or do anything else in that way.”
“I promise”, Séb said, not quite daring to believe he was getting off the hook that easily. “You won’t tell Reena anything?”
“Nope. You just count your blessings I used to be a Siren, Séb, and that I really like you guys. But there is one thing I want you to do.”
“Anything, Cath, anything.”
“Talk this through with Urs. You two need to clear the air between you.”
Urs looked at Catherine. He was not in the mood for talking to Séb.
“Please, Urs”, Catherine said. “If not for your own sake, do it for me. I don’t want this to be unresolved between you two. It will affect your whole life, personally and professionally, if you don’t do something about this.”
“Okay, I’ll talk to him”, Urs said with a grimace.
“Thank you”, Catherine smiled and kissed him on the cheek. “Come on, you lot, let’s give them some privacy.”
Catherine and the others left, leaving Urs and Séb to talk it out.
Séb did not want to be alone with Urs because, quite frankly, he was afraid the Swiss might actually physically hurt him. Not that he doesn’t have the right to,
Séb thought. If he had been coming on to Reena, I would probably feel the same way.
He decided to get it over with as soon as possible.
“Je suis vraiment désolé, Urs”, Séb said quietly. He and Urs often spoke French when they were alone together.
Urs dignified him with another scathing glare, but said nothing.
“Cath has been telling the truth”, Séb went on. “She never did anything. It’s true she kissed me back when I kissed her at the hotel, but that’s all she’s ever done.”
Urs finally spoke, his voice very low and his words pronounced very clearly, a sign of his anger. “Tell me one thing, Séb. Who broke off that infamous kiss?”
“And if she hadn’t done that?”
“What do you mean?”
“If she hadn’t stopped, what would have happened? Would you have slept with her?”
Séb swallowed the lump in his throat and forced himself to not look away. “I honestly don’t know, Urs. I can’t say what I would have done if she had encouraged me.”
“Did you want her at that moment?”
Séb closed his eyes, opened them and looked at Urs again. “What do you think, Urs? You’re in a bedroom with a very desirable woman who is lying in the bed, dressed in only a flimsy nightgown, and you’re engaged in some very intense kissing. Any normal guy would’ve had a very one-track mind in such a situation. So the answer to your question is yes.”
Urs had not felt such an urge to hurt someone in a long time, if ever. The images flashing before his eyes were only too vivid. He took several deep breaths before speaking again. “Did you touch her?”
“For God’s sake, Urs...”
“Just answer the goddamn question!”
Séb was startled by the rage in Urs’ voice. “No, I didn’t. I held her, that’s all.”
“Do you still want her, Séb? If I don’t start anything with her, if she’s free, what will you do?”
“She doesn’t want me, Urs. And you heard her – if I try anything again she will probably kill me.”
“Answer the question, Séb. If she weren’t interested in me, would you try anything?”
“No, Urs, I wouldn’t. I won’t lie and say that she doesn’t do it for me, ‘cause mon Dieu, she’s one hot lady, but she’s not my type personality-wise. She’s a little too determined for me. I don’t think anything between me and Catherine would last very long. It would just be the physical, and I need more than that. And I will never risk losing Reena again, I love her more than my life.” He sighed. “I have never been tempted by another woman before, Urs. I must have been temporarily insane to do what I did.”
Urs nodded slowly. He looked at Séb for a long time before he spoke. “I will tell you the same thing Catherine told you, Séb. Don’t ever do anything like this again. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to hurt you during all this, and it’s been really hard for me to remain civilized around you. Should you ever be the reason for my losing Catherine, I will not give a damn that you’re my friend and colleague. I will seriously hurt you.”
“I believe you, Urs. But I promise I will not be anything other than a friend to her. If she’ll let me be even that.”
Séb’s curiosity finally got the better of him. “So, what was it like to share a room with her?”
Urs couldn’t hold back a small smile. He knew what Séb wanted to know, but he wouldn’t tell him anything. “Interesting”, he murmured.
“Come on, give a little. Are you guys together now?”
“But… We thought…”
“Séb, you know I don’t rush into things, especially not after what happened with Tori. And do you honestly believe me to be the kind of guy to take advantage of a situation?”
“No, we all know you’re a slow starter when it comes to women, Urs. But you seemed to be interested in her so quickly. And she is quite something, so we figured something happened.”
Urs said nothing.
going to try to fix things with her, right?” Séb sounded concerned.
“Yes, we agreed we’d talk things through when the video was done. So I guess we’ll do that soon.”
“Good. I hope things work out for you.”
Urs looked at Séb, eyes narrowing. “Are you hoping that for my sake or for your own, Séb?”
“Both”, Séb laughed nervously. “I really do want you to be happy, Urs, and I want her to be happy, too. I don’t want her to hurt me again, and I definitely don’t want you
to hurt me.”
“It was quite something to see her hit you and threaten you with that sword.”
Séb shook his head. “She can really punch. I don’t think anyone has ever hit me that hard.”
“Yes, with those muscles she should be able to pack quite a wallop.”
“Well, pray you will never have to know what it feels like. It’s not a pleasant feeling. But I deserved it, I really did.” Séb was quiet for a while, then a sly smile crept onto his lips. “Maybe she likes it rough”, he ventured. “Then I guess you will
know what it’s like.”
Urs glared at him.
“Sorry, I couldn’t resist”, Séb smiled disarmingly. “You’re lucky you’re a strong guy if she turns out to be into some more advanced varieties. Good to have the stamina.”
Urs’ glare got more intense, and Séb nervously scrambled to his feet. “Is there anything else we need to talk about?” he said quickly, “or have we worked things out?”
Urs slowly got up, a stony expression on his face. “I think we’re done”, he said.
“So we’re okay?”
Urs went around the table to Séb’s side and stopped only inches from the Frenchman. Séb involuntarily took a step back, but he looked Urs straight in the eye.
“We are”, Urs said stiffly. “But remember what’s been said here. You won’t get any more chances. And just you pray that Cath still wants to give me
another chance, because if she’s changed her mind because of all this…” He left the threat unspoken.
“I don’t think you have anything to worry about, Urs. I think the lovely lady is all yours.”
Urs smiled quickly, and Séb held out his hand towards him. “So everything is solved now?” he said.
“I hope so”, Urs said and shook Séb’s offered hand. “I’m tired of all the commotion. Shall we join the others before they think we’ve killed each other?”
Catherine was relieved to see both men emerge from Simon’s office without any visible injuries. Her eyes immediately went to Urs, and he flashed her a quick smile and went to stand beside her.
“So, is everything worked out now?” Simon wanted to know.
“We have an understanding”, Urs said. “Séb won’t be causing any more trouble. At least not where Cath is concerned.”
“Good. Cath, you said the first version of the video would be ready in a few days?”
“Then why don’t you all take those days off? I think we all need to land after this ride. But don’t go anywhere far, you’ll be needed soon enough.”
“The editor will call me the minute the video is ready”, Catherine said. “I’ll let you all know then so we can watch it.”
“That’s settled, then. And we have all offered our apologies to Catherine, which she has graciously accepted, so everything should be all right now. So, if the the five of you would please be so kind as to get the hell out of my office – and please stay out of it? You’ve been in here more times in the past weeks than you’ve been in a whole year before, and I’m quite frankly getting sick and tired of having you here.”
The Divos and the Diva gladly obeyed him.
~ * ~
Catherine and Urs went to his apartment, and the flutter in Catherine’s stomach had turned into a hard knot. They would finally decide what to do about each other, whether they were going to try it out or just let things be the way they were. She didn’t know whether her anxiety was due to her fear that Urs wouldn’t be interested in pursuing a relationship with her anymore or to the thought of what it would be like if he wanted her to be more than a friend. The image of a confident young woman she displayed to the world was often just an act. Deep down she was still having problems with her self-confidence at times, dealing with issues about her belief in herself. And those issues often made her think she was way out of her league consorting with Urs Bühler.
She eyed him warily as he walked in front of her to his door. Good Lord, the man had the most amazing behind... A smile crept onto her lips as she remembered the many photos on the forum of Urs in jeans, all showing off his well-toned butt and legs. And since Catherine had always been a sucker for a nice pair of legs on a man, she had looked at them quite a lot. And he was wearing a pair of quite tight jeans right now…
“Like what you see, Cath?”
Shit! She had been so busy eyeing his butt she hadn’t realized that he had stopped and was watching her. She looked at him and blushed furiously when she saw the little smile playing in the corner of his mouth. Oh yes, he knew what she had been looking at... Oh, mein Gott, she’s lovely,
Urs thought when he saw her face redden. He knew she had been checking out his lower parts, and it pleased him that she obviously liked the view. He opened the door to his apartment and motioned for her to enter.
“Do you want something to drink?” Urs asked when they had discarded their jackets.
“Yes, please. What do you have?”
Urs went over to the mini bar. “Beer, wine, shots...”
He poured them both a glass and handed Catherine hers. She took a sip and sat down on the couch. Urs joined her, and they sat in silence.
“So, exactly what did you and Séb talk about?” Catherine finally said.
“You. And what I would do to him if he ever tried anything like that again.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“And you will give me an honest answer?”
She looked at him. “Yes, of course.”
“Would you have slept with Séb if you hadn’t been interested in me?”
She shook her head slowly. “No, Urs. Never. I’m not that kind of woman. It was wrong to kiss him, but it happened that one time and that was it. I would never get involved with a man who is already taken.”
“You must forgive my insecurity, Cath”, Urs sighed and finished his wine. “I know you must be tired of my always questioning you. But it has to do with what happened with Tori, my ex.”
“You don’t have to tell me, Urs. What happened between you two is not my business.”
Urs got up and started pacing. Catherine took another sip of wine and let him take his time.
“It was Valentine’s Day”, Urs began. “We had been away for a couple of weeks on a minor tour, and we were supposed to come back to England the day after Valentine’s. But we were finished earlier than expected, so we all rushed back to our homes, wanting to surprise our ladies.” He stopped in front of Catherine and looked at her. He finally sat down on the floor in front of her and put his hands on her thighs, absent-mindedly rubbing them with his thumbs. “Tori and I had been talking a little about starting a family”, he went on, looking at the floor, “and we had decided to start trying when I got back. And I was going to propose to her, I had the ring in my pocket when I got back here, thinking it would be a nice Valentine’s surprise. But as you can understand things didn’t turn out the way I had planned.”
“Urs, really, you don’t have to...”, Catherine said. She wasn’t sure she wanted to hear this.
“Yes, I do, Cath. I want you to know why I behave the way I do. So, there I was, ready to ask the woman I loved to marry me. You can imagine my surprise when I walk through the door and find said woman doing it with another man.”
Catherine just stared at him.
“They didn’t see me”, Urs went on. “I just turned and left, spent the night at a hotel and came back the next day as planned. I confronted Tori right away, and when the shock that I knew had waned, she didn’t try to deny it. She had been seeing that other guy for over a year. We had a very ugly fight, and she moved out a couple of days later. I haven’t seen her or spoken to her since.”
When Urs looked up at Catherine he was surprised to see tears in her eyes.
“I’m so sorry, Urs”, she whispered.
“Now you know why I freaked out when I thought that you and Séb had been up to something. When you came into our lives I was still hurting very badly, and it didn’t take much to make me go overboard, as you have noticed. I hadn’t looked at another woman since Tori left, and all of a sudden there you were, stunningly beautiful and driving me crazy with your silly ways. I hadn’t expected to feel so much so soon, but I let it happen, and it felt good. You were good for me, Cath. And then Séb had to ruin everything.”
“She must be the most stupid woman on this planet”, Catherine said. “No woman in her right mind would risk losing you if she was lucky enough to have you.”
Urs got up on his knees and cupped her face with his hands. “And no man in his right mind would risk losing you, Cath. But I haven’t been in my right mind lately, so I did lose you. Is there any way I can win you back?”
Catherine’s breath caught in her throat. This was the moment of truth, make or break time. “Are you sure you want me back?” she asked.
“Yes, Cath. I really do want you in my life. As more than a friend. But I’ll settle for friends if you’re not interested in more than that.”
“Do you want such a well-known girlfriend? Your previous women have been in the background, I’ll be anything but. And I’ll be away a lot, we both will be. And what if I decide to make more movies? Can you handle my being close to other men, even if it’s not for real? Or will you drop me like a hot rock again every time you see me with someone else?”
“I think I can handle it. It’s a matter of trust, and I know I have to work on that bit. But I think I’ll be okay with it.”
“And I have to trust you not to do more than flirt on stage when you’re away. Nothing more than blinky-winks.”
“Just blinky-winks”, Urs agreed.
“I can’t cook to save my life, Urs. I’m a disaster in the kitchen. You’re a bit of a neat freak, and I can be really messy. I’m probably the unofficial world champion when it comes to being a lousy housekeeper. So if you’re looking for a housewife, go look somewhere else.”
Urs just smiled. “I’m not looking for a housekeeper, Cath. I want a girlfriend. And I’m willing to make compromises.”
“I’m hardly ever late for anything, though.”
“Oh, then I won’t mind your other faults.”
Catherine laughed. “Yes, I figured that would be a big plus.” She looked at him. “Another plus should be that you know I’m not taking you for your fame or money.”
“But perhaps I’m taking you for yours”, Urs said with a wink. “You’re making an awful lot more money than I am. And you’re more famous, too.”
“Can you handle that? Having a woman who is richer and gets more attention than yourself?”
“Money doesn’t matter. So long as her attention is directed towards me, I don’t care. I won’t lie to you, Cath – I’m a romantic, and I like to spend as much time as I can with my lady. When I joined Il Divo my current girlfriend traveled along whenever she could, and Tori often accompanied me too. I’m not good at long-distance relationships, but I really do want to make this work.” Urs was quiet for a while before he spoke again. “So what do you say, Cath? Do you want to give me – us – another chance? Do we try again, or do we just stay friends?”
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Catherine drank the last of her wine and put the glass down on the coffee-table. She looked at Urs again and bit her lip. “I want us to try again”, she said hesitantly.
“Are you sure?”
Urs smiled, and Catherine could see the smile reach his eyes. “Good for Sebbie”, he said. “Excuse me?”
“I threatened him when we talked. I said he’d better pray that you’d be willing to give me another chance, or else...”
“Sure did. And he’s really afraid of me. Of both of us. He said he really didn’t want you to hit him again, and he really didn’t want me to hurt him either.”
Catherine laughed heartily and hugged Urs. “Well, I guess he’s off the hook, then”, she said. “We can always threaten to beat him up if he causes any more trouble. He wouldn’t stand a chance against the both of us.”
Urs wriggled out of her embrace and looked at her. “Do you still want to stay at the hotel?” he asked. “I mean, wouldn’t it be easier if you stayed here?”
“You want me to move in with you?”
“You won’t be spending much time at the hotel, so why waste money on that? I do have plenty of room.”
“You’d let me have my own room?”
Urs was a bit taken aback by her question. He hadn’t planned on her being anywhere but in his room, not at night, anyway... “Of course”, he said, failing to keep disappointment from his voice.
“Well, I guess you have a point. I will be doing a lot of traveling, so it would be nice to have some kind of base. Hotels do get a bit boring after a while. And I’m rather quiet, don’t make much noise, so I won’t disturb you. I’ll stay on my side; you won’t even know I’m here. I accept your offer. Thank you.”
Urs looked at her, and she saw him fighting to keep a neutral face. She looked dead serious, until a smiled graced her lips.
“Come on, Urs, I’m yanking your chain here. You’re such an easy target.”
“I hate that you’re such a good actress”, Urs pouted. “I’ll never know when you’re serious.”
The smile on her lips disappeared, and she leaned forward. “I’m very serious about this”, she said, her voice low and husky.
“Why don’t you find out, Matterhorn?”
Urs looked steadily into her eyes. “I don’t want to spend another night just holding you, Cath. I want to touch you. I want this to be a real relationship, all things included.”
Catherine’s heart skipped a beat. She swallowed and tried to ignore the knot in her stomach which had turned into what felt like a solid rock. “So touch me, then”, she managed to say. “Lord knows I want to touch you, Urs.”
He sat down beside her again and put his arm around her. She shuffled closer to him and put her head on his shoulder. Urs could feel she wasn’t relaxed.
“Do I make you nervous, Cath? You seem a little uncertain about all this.”
“It’s not you as a person, Urs, it’s the way you make me feel. I’ve never felt this strongly about anyone, and it scares me. And...” She stopped and got to her feet, but Urs pulled her back down.
“Don’t run from me, Cath. Talk to me. Let’s not start this off by not communicating.”
She didn’t lean into him again but sat perched on the edge of the couch, nervously twiddling her thumbs, not looking at him. “You’re much more experienced than I am”, she said. “You’ve had a lot more girlfriends than I have had boyfriends. I’m just scared you’ll be disappointed.” She shifted, still not looking at him. “I’m not some sex goddess who knows every trick in the book.”
Urs shuffled to sit beside her. He placed one of his hands on hers and turned her head to look at him with the other. “And I have never thought of myself as a sex god, Cath. And being told in quite harsh words that you can’t please your woman does quite a lot to your confidence, so I have some concerns of my own. Don’t you think that I worry about not being able to please you?”
Catherine looked surprised at his words. “Somehow I don’t think you’ll have a problem with that”, she said and blushed. “I mean, you already…” Her voice trailed off when she saw the look in Urs’ eyes, and her cheeks burned.
“What?” Urs said. “I already what?”
“Never mind”, she said and got up.
Urs was quick to follow her. He grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. “I told you not to run from me, Cath.”
“I’m sorry; I’m not used to talking about these things. I’m just afraid you’ll think I’m a total idiot.”
Urs placed an errant strand of hair behind her ear and let his hand slowly make its way down her cheek and neck to finally nestle in her hair at the back of her head. “Do you have any idea how adorable you are?” he said, his voice betraying his desire.
She just looked at him, again unable to speak properly when he looked at her like that.
Urs marveled at the contrast between the different aspects of the woman in his arms. There was the sword-wielding, kick-ass actress, the no-nonsense business woman who didn’t let anyone push her around, and then there was the real woman behind those two, the lovely person he had gotten to know during the past months. And he loved all of them. He slowly guided her mouth to his, and her barely audible sigh when their lips met and the way she sort of moulded herself deeper into his embrace made his heart do a double flip in his chest. Catherine’s hands immediately found their way into his hair, and the slow, tender kiss Urs had intended it to be turned into a kissing frenzy within seconds.
Catherine felt Urs’ arms tighten around her into a vice-like grip as if he was holding on for dear life, and she could feel his arousal against her stomach. Lips became demanding, teeth bit tongues and lips not so gently. Urs’ hands found their way under her shirt, and his fingers against her skin sent those oh so lovely jolts of electricity through her entire body. Catherine loosened her grip on his hair and went to work on his shirt buttons, and it didn’t take her long to access the wonderful chest hidden beneath the fabric. Her fingers splayed across the well-defined pecs, curling around the hair sprinkled over them and her not so subtle tweaking of a nipple resulted in her own shirt being torn from her body and herself being roughly thrown down on the couch.
Urs sighed with pleasure when he took in the sight before, or rather, beneath him. Catherine’s auburn hair was fanned out across one of the cushions, those muscles that made him crazy rippled with every move and touch, and her eyes were dark with desire. All the insecurity she had voiced earlier seemed to have vanished, because there was nothing insecure whatsoever about the way she was touching him now. One hand was back in his hair caressing his neck, the other was slowly making its way down his back where it eventually snuck inside his jeans and cupped his butt, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Gott im Himmel”, Urs groaned and lowered his lips to Catherine’s, continuing the onslaught. His hands mimicked hers, one tugging on a handful of hair to give him access to her neck, the other finding a lace-embedded breast. He was rewarded with a muffled “Oh, God” and her hips rising up to grind against him. His own body responded automatically by grinding back down against her. His hand gently kneaded the soft mound it was resting on, and he felt the nipple straining against the thin lace.
Catherine’s hands left Urs’ body, and he immediately missed her touch. But her next actions brought a grin of satisfaction to his lips as she reached behind her back and swiftly unclasped her bra and threw it on the floor, giving him free access to her breasts. The next moment his breath caught in his throat when he felt a hand stroking the front of his jeans. He grabbed said hand and kissed it. “Not yet, sweet Cath”, he muttered hoarsely. “Later.”
“Later, Cath. You can have your way with me later.”
Before she could say another word, his lips were back on hers, silencing any protests she might have wanted to voice. And when his hands returned to her breasts the last thing on her mind was to object to anything. And when he moved his lips to assist his hands her mind shut down altogether. She couldn’t remember her breasts being so sensitive before, but Urs seemed to bring every nerve end to life with his mouth and hands.
Urs was torn between being gentle and take his time with her and just ravage her. For a brief moment Séb’s words echoed in his mind – Maybe she likes it rough
– and right now he thought she wouldn’t mind him being rough at all, but something held him back. He wanted to take his time with her, be gentle and not rush her.
His lips stopped torturing her nipples as he looked up at her.
“Just so you know, Urs... I give as good as I get.” She waited until she saw her words register in his lust-ridden brain, then she closed her eyes and leaned back against the cushions, arms above her head, and waited for him to continue.
When Urs could breathe again he launched another combined hands-mouth assault on her breasts and waited until she writhed beneath him, her hands again clenched in his curls. He kept his mouth firmly on her, eliciting a variety of moans from her. One of his hands surreptitiously went to her waistband and began to unbutton her jeans, and soon he was cupping her firm behind. He pulled her jeans down a bit and then he placed a hand between her legs, applying a light pressure.
Incoherent words escaped Catherine’s lips, and Urs guessed they were in her mother tongue since he didn’t understand what she was saying. But it didn’t matter, she resumed her moaning and bucked against his hand, leaving him in no doubt that she was enjoying his attentions. He slowly pulled her underwear down and carefully slipped a finger between her curls, finding the hard little nub. Another torrent of jumbled words in English and probably Swedish made Urs smile, and he gently started rubbing the bundle of nerves, his mouth never leaving her breasts.
Catherine didn’t care if Urs thought she was the easiest woman in the world, she just wanted him to keep touching her. She wriggled a little, trying to spread her legs further, but she was restricted by her jeans. Urs didn’t waste a minute removing whatever she had left on her, and she wrapped her legs around him. Urs had on more than one occasion imagined Catherine beneath him just like this, and he relished the fact that reality sometimes was so much better than fantasy. He looked up at her and their eyes met, and he could swear he had never seen a woman look at him with more want and desire than Catherine did now. And he had never wanted anyone more, either. She was so different from the type of woman he usually went for. He had always preferred tall, slim blondes with rather serene personalities, but here he was, going crazy about a short, muscular redhead with quite a temper. And he didn’t mind the change at all.
“Please, Urs”, Catherine whispered. “Don’t stop. I swear it’s the last day you live if you stop now.”
He kissed her excrutiatingly slowly and deliberately, effectively silencing her plea and threat. He didn’t do anything else, his hands were placed on either side of her head and he kept his body still on top of hers, even if it was killing him to hold back. “What do you want, Cath?” he whispered against her swollen lips.
“You”, she said, her voice strangled.
“I know, Liebling. But I want you to tell me how.”
“I don’t care, just touch me.” Her voice was just a whimper now.
“Where?” He resumed his slow teasing of her lips.
Catherine wanted to scream out loud. Why did he have to torture her like this? She could bet he took pleasure in it, the smug bastard. Just you wait till it’s my turn,
she thought darkly. I’ll make you beg too.
She took one of his hands and placed it between her legs. “Just keep on doing what you were doing”, she said, her words muffled by his mouth on hers.
Urs obeyed immediately, resuming his gentle stroking and rubbing of her clit. Catherine lost herself to the immense pleasure his touch invoked in her, and it wasn’t long before she was on the edge of release. She was so close, and she couldn’t hold back a deep guttural groan as she felt the orgasm build up inside her.
Urs moved his mouth to one of her breasts and bit down on the nipple in sync with two of his fingers slipping inside her. Catherine cried out, and he could feel her clamp down on his fingers. She was wet and wonderfully tight and he started moving his fingers in and out of her at a steady, swift pace, and his teeth and tongue left her breasts to attack another bud lower down.
The feeling of his tongue swirling around her clit became Catherine’s undoing. She came with a shrill cry, convulsing heavily. Urs kept his tongue on her until he felt her relax around his fingers, then he pulled them out and just lapped gently at her, letting her come down from the high. When her breathing became regular again he moved to lie down beside her, pulled her into his arms and nuzzled her neck.
Catherine shuffled back and looked at Urs. His eyes were closed, and there was a fine sheen of sweat on his brow. She caressed his cheek, and he opened his eyes and looked at her.
“You okay?” he said.
She pulled his head closer and kissed him very thoroughly, not minding the taste of herself on him. “More than okay”, she smiled. “What about you?”
“Does that mean I can have my way with you now?”
“You said I could have my way with you later. And I meant what I said – I do try to give as good as I get.”
“You don’t have to...”
“I want to.”
Urs felt the first stir of panic when Catherine started kissing his neck, making her way down his body. He was dying to feel her hands – and possibly mouth – on him, but he wasn’t sure how long he could last. He was on the brink as it was, and he knew it wouldn’t take much for him to lose it.
Catherine sucked a nipple into her mouth, and she smiled when she heard Urs’ sharp intake of air. She nibbled and lapped at the bud before bestowing the same attention on the other one. While her mouth was occupied with his upper body her hands traveled downward and quickly loosened the belt in his jeans and undid them. She tugged at them, and Urs wriggled out of his garments, leaving him as naked as she was. Catherine cupped his balls and gently started to massage them, making Urs groan and mutter something in German. She kissed her way down his torso, not stopping until she came to the base of his straining erection. She hadn’t taken a good look at him until then, and when she saw the size of him she wondered whether she would be able to do what she wanted to do. He wasn’t huge, but definitely above average, and her previous boyfriends had been smaller. But she didn’t hesitate, she took him in her hand and started to slowly stroke him.
Urs forced himself to lie absolutely still, he didn’t want this to be over too soon, but it took every last ounce of control he had. He closed his eyes and let himself get lost in the sensations Catherine’s touch caused. But his eyes flew wide open the moment he felt her tongue slide across the head of his cock, and he almost stopped breathing.
Catherine took him as deep into her mouth as she could and started sucking and licking, occasionally grazing him with her teeth and letting her tongue swirl around the head. She felt Urs tense up and immediately eased the pressure. She didn’t want him to come right away, she wanted to torture him a bit the way he had her. So she slowed down, only to bring him to the edge again after a while. This was repeated a few times until she felt Urs’ hands tug at her hair.
“For the love of God, Cath”, Urs begged, his voice cracking.
She stopped what she was doing and looked up at him. He was looking at her with eyes full of passion, and her breath caught.
“Finish it”, he said through gritted teeth. “Please finish it.”
Still looking at him, she very slowly moved the tip of her tongue across the slit at the head of his cock, then she deep-throated him and picked up the pace.
Urs couldn’t have held on if his life had depended on it. He came with a loud moan, his hips bucking wildly. Catherine didn’t stop until he had stopped moving, and then she licked him clean. When she was done she lay down beside him and snuggled up to him. Urs’ arms automatically wrapped around her, and they just lay there, both more content than they had been for a long time.
~ * ~
Reena Izambard looked at her husband across the table. She could tell there was something on his mind; she knew that look on his face.
Séb knew that his wife knew. They had been together for so long that they often didn’t have to say anything, they instinctively knew when there was something going on with the other.
“Reena, I need to tell you something”, he began and looked at his wife.
The Australian woman who had captured his heart didn’t say anything, she just waited for him to continue.
“It’s about Catherine Johnson”, Séb went on, biting his lip, waiting for Reena’s reaction.
Reena put down her coffee mug on the table and looked straight at him. “Yes?” Her voice could have cut glass.
Séb decided to take the bull by its horns. “We brought her back in for the video”, he said, his words almost tumbling over each other. “She directed it.”
Reena clenched her hands so hard her knuckles whitened. “You worked with her?” she said.
“How come she was allowed back after what she did? Does she have something on you?”
Séb laughed nervously. “No, no, Reena, Simon asked her to come back, and she agreed. And the shooting went without problems. You’ve got to hand it to her, she does know her work.”
Reena glared at him. “So you spent all that time with her?”
“We all did. I was never alone with her, Reena, and she was very professional. It was like nothing ever happened.”
“She didn’t try anything again?”
“No, she didn’t even flirt with me. I think she’s learned her lesson. Besides, she’s with Urs now.” At least I hope she is, for my sake...
“Oh my God, she’s got her hands on him now? What’s her problem – if she can’t have one Divo she moves on to the next one? Hasn’t Urs been through enough? Didn’t you try to prevent it?”
Séb smiled. “He doesn’t seem to mind. They even shared a room up north when there was a mix-up with the reservations.”
“Wow, she really doesn’t waste any time, does she?”
“Actually, it was Urs’ suggestion.”
“Well, I sure hope he knows what he’s doing. She’ll probably chew him up and spit him out in no time. Hopefully she won’t be around for long.”
“About that…” Séb grimaced. “Catherine also stars in the video. And sings the female vocals on the song.”
Reena stared at him as if he had sprouted another head. “What happened to Gina?”
“Well, she and Catherine didn’t get along, so Catherine had her fired. And she was really difficult to work with at times, so we were all glad to see her go.”
“Do you have any scenes with her in the video?”
“A few. But no love scenes, Reena. There is a hug, but that’s it. The love scenes are between her and Urs.”
“And what happened to her not being able to hit a note right? You said she sounded absolutely horrible.”
“She faked it. She’s actually a pretty good mezzo-soprano.”
“I don’t believe this. So she’s going to be around for a while?”
“Yes. I mean, she does have her other obligations, with the movie and all, but now that she’s with Urs she’ll probably be here quite a lot, yes.” Séb looked at his wife. “Are you going to be okay with that, ma chère? I don’t want to have to stop seeing Urs just because you don’t like his woman.”
“He’ll get rid of her soon enough, believe me”, Reena snorted. “A woman like that doesn’t stay long with the same guy. She’ll have her fun and then she’ll leave him with a broken heart all over again.”
“I don’t know about that, they seem pretty serious about each other.”
“Really? You forget that she acts for a living, Séb. She can make you believe anything.”
“I promise you, chère, if she hurts Urs there’ll be hell to pay. We Divos may not always see eye to eye, but when it comes to certain things we really are like brothers. And you know how the four of us are when we join forces.”
“Oh God, yes.” Reena couldn’t help smiling. “I’ve been subjected to your combined charms enough to know that there’s no escaping unscathed.”
“Well, it worked on you, didn’t it?” Séb said with a wink and went over to her and pulled her into his arms. “It worked so well you left everything behind on the other side of the world to come and share your life with me.”
“Yes, I don’t know what I was thinking. But it’s too late to change anything now.”
Séb looked at her. “But you’re happy here, yes? You don’t regret making that choice, do you?”
She smiled and kissed his nose. “No, not for a moment, Séb. I love you and our kids and our life. Who would have thought that your first visit to Australia would change our lives like it did?”
Séb shook his head. No, he could never have guessed what an impact that would have on his life. But he wouldn’t change it for the world. He had always wanted a family, and he was really proud of the one he had. He loved Reena with all his heart and soul, and their children brought him a happiness and sense of fulfilment he was in constant awe of. His arms tightened around the woman who had brought so much joy into his life, and he kissed her thoroughly.
Reena happily responded to her husband’s attentions, but after a while she got out of his embrace and looked at him. “I want to meet her”, she said. “Catherine. I need to talk to her.”
“Reena, ma chère…”
“I won’t hit her again, Séb, I promise. But I need to see her. Can you arrange that?”
“Sure. We’ll get the first version of the finished video in a couple of days, and we’ll watch it together, so you can come with me then.”
“Good. Now, where were we?” She snuggled back into his arms and picked up where they had left off, and soon neither one of the Izambards thought of Catherine Johnson anymore.
~ * ~
Urs slowly opened his eyes, and a smile spread across his face at the sight and feel of Catherine securely wrapped around him. He absent-mindedly started caressing her neck and shoulder, thinking about how he had gone from being tightly wound to totally at ease and relaxed in just a matter of hours. When they had left Simon’s office he had still been a little edgy after his talk with Séb, and then he had gotten nervous at the thought of talking to Catherine about their possible future together. Not that he had had much to worry about, as it turned out. He really hadn’t intended to have his way with her right away, but the little minx was like a powder keg – it didn’t take much to set her off; the slightest touch seemed to get her in the mood.
Not that he was complaining, mind you. They had fallen asleep on the couch and when they woke after about an hour they had had a shower together which resulted in another round of oral sex, this time quicker but just as pleasurable. After that they had moved into the bedroom where they had fallen asleep again. Urs wondered how Catherine had ever thought she wasn’t good at this, but he suspected her previous lovers had something to do with that. She sure brought him pleasure, and he loved the way she reacted to his touch in turn. She seemed to like to give pleasure as much as she liked to receive it, and he really hoped it would stay that way, that it wasn’t just the charm of novelty.
Catherine moved and opened her eyes, meeting Urs’ gaze. “Hey, you”, she said dreamily and kissed him.
“Hey”, he said.
“I could get used to waking up like this, you know.”
“Me too. And please do get used to it, ‘cause I don’t intend on letting you sleep alone while you stay here.”
“Is that a promise?”
She smiled and moved even closer to him, if that was possible. They just lay there holding each other, enjoying being close, idly touching various parts of each other’s bodies.
“So, how about we go to your hotel and check you out?” Urs said after a while. “If you still want to move in here, that is”, he added quickly.
“Of course I still do. I want constant access to this”, Catherine said and grabbed his semi-erect cock.
“Hm, you seem to have acquired quite a one-track mind, Cath.”
“Are you complaining, Matterhorn?”
He wasn’t, and definitely not when she was touching him like that. And the thought of her being available to him at his convenience certainly had its appeal… She had soon worked him into full hardness, and he sighed with pleasure. “Just your hands this time, Cath”, he said.
“Spoilsport”, she chided, but she stayed where she was, just using her hand. Her lips moved over his chest finding the nipples which were lavished with attention, making Urs writhe.
“I said… just your… hands”, he said with ragged breath.
“Oh, I thought you meant just on your cock. You didn’t say I couldn’t use my mouth on other things.” She continued to nibble and suck, working in perfect sync with her hand, and it didn’t take her long to make him lose it. He came long and hard, and she kept stroking him until he was spent.
“You’re going to kill me at this rate”, he panted.
“I don’t think so. Just think of it as an alternative workout instead of going to the gym.”
“You go to the gym, don’t you?”
“Yes. And I like to break quite a sweat.”
“Really? Let’s see just how soon I can make you do that, shall we?” he said with an eyebrow wiggle that could have rivaled Carlos’. He nudged her legs apart with his thigh and went to work on her like she had on him. Catherine tried to hold out as long as possible, but in the end she couldn’t help but surrender to the Rock God’s divine touch.
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|Subject: Re: Four Divos and a Diva Thu Feb 17, 2011 6:37 pm|| |
Simon didn’t ask. He didn’t want to know. It had been two wonderful days without any Divo or Diva trouble, but now he saw Catherine glare at Séb as if she wanted to do something really painful to him. They were sitting in Simon’s office again, waiting for the video to be delivered. David and Carlos were in a good mood, but they did cast nervous glances at Catherine and Séb every now and then. The moment Catherine had arrived she had said hello to the others but just stared at Séb, and they knew something was amiss. Had Séb done something else which had upset Catherine?
The door to the office opened and Urs walked in, a grim expression on his face. When his eyes met Catherine’s they both looked as if they wanted to kill each other before they looked away. Urs sat down as far away from Catherine as he could and only nodded at the others.
Séb was really nervous. Hadn’t they worked things out between them? Had Catherine changed her mind and decided she didn’t want to be with Urs? That must be the case, why else would they behave like they did? Séb remembered every word Catherine and Urs had said to him the last time they met, and he knew he was in trouble. And to top it all off, Reena was waiting outside to talk to Catherine. Merde,
he thought. This was not going to be a good day…
Simon looked at Catherine. She looked okay, but a closer look told him she was tired. She had been working really hard these past months juggling her movie career and the video job, and all the commotion that had been surrounding it was beginning to take its toll.
“Well, shall we get started?” Simon said.
Catherine put a DVD case on the table and slid it over to Simon.
“So this is it?” he said.
“Yes. The first version”, Catherine said.
Simon nodded, then put the disc in the player and leaned back in his chair.
Five minutes later he swiveled round and looked at Catherine. She met his gaze unwavering.
“Absolutely bloody amazing”, Simon said. “I love it.”
“It looks good, yes?” Carlos smiled. “I like it too.”
“It’s great!” David beamed. “I don’t think we’ve ever looked that good in a video. You’re awesome, Cath.”
Catherine just shrugged. She didn’t know what to say. She hadn’t seen the video before either, and she was actually taken aback by how good it had turned out. Of course she had known it would be good, but not how
“I don’t know what you did with the guys, Cath”, Simon went on, “but you seem to have pushed all the right buttons. What do you think yourself?”
“I’m actually impressed with all of us. I knew it would be good, but you never know for sure until you see the finished product. I don’t think we can do better than this.”
“Like I said, great”, David said, and Séb agreed with him.
“Sí, great”, Carlos agreed.
Urs grimaced. “It’s fine.”
Simon looked at the Swiss. Urs was sitting at the far end of the table, eyes downcast. His lips were pursed into a thin line, and his whole body was stiff. Something was definitely not right with him.
“So, this is what we’ll release, then”, Simon said. “Catherine, how is your schedule looking for the next months?”
She looked at him. “It’s not so busy. I have a few interviews booked the next couple of weeks, but that’s about it. I need a break.”
“Well, I hope you can keep a spot open for us. This song is really good, and with this video I’m sure it’s going to be a hit. And since it’s a duet, people are going to wonder who the woman singing is. Are you ready to become a pop star?”
“I’m not going to pursue a singing career, Simon. This is an isolated incident. Won’t happen again.”
“You are pretty good, you know. With a little more training you could be really good.”
“If this is a hit, the guys will be performing it a number of times on TV shows and the like. And it’s a duet, Cath. That means you will have to be there too.”
“I know, Simon. It won’t be a problem, so stop worrying. I’ll be there when I need to be.”
Simon nodded. “Okay, then. Well done, all of you. We will probably release the video within a couple of weeks. I understand the album is coming along nicely?”
“Yes, just a few adjustments”, Séb said. “It will be released in November as planned.”
“Good. Well, if there’s nothing else…?”
The Divos and the Diva got up and left the office, and Simon noticed how Urs and Catherine steered clear of each other, making sure they were as far apart as possible. I sure hope Urs isn’t going into another period of sulking,
Simon thought. I need them all to be at their best now.
“Catherine?” Séb said warily.
She turned around and glared at him. “What?” she snapped.
“Eh… Are you in a hurry somewhere?”
“What is it?”
“Reena wants to talk to you.”
“Really? I can’t imagine why.”
“She’s in the cafeteria. I know I have no right to ask anything of you, but could you please see her?”
“All right.” Catherine headed towards the cafeteria, and Séb prayed silently that his wife could control herself – and that Catherine could, too.
“You look scared, Frenchie.”
Séb jumped at Urs’ voice behind him and turned around. “Urs, hi.” He shrank back when he saw the grim look on the Swiss’ face. “I think I have reason to be”, he gulped.
Urs cocked an eyebrow but didn’t say anything.
“I remember what you said, Urs, about what would happen if things didn’t work out between you and Cath. And it’s obvious things haven’t worked out. So you’re going to hurt me now.”
Urs smirked and cracked his knuckles.
“You wanted to see me?” Catherine said and sat down opposite Reena Izambard with a cup of latte.
Reena looked at her. “Yes, I asked Séb if I could come along today. I hope you don’t mind.”
Catherine shrugged and sipped her coffee.
“You look tired”, Reena said.
“Is everything all right with you and Urs?”
“And that’s your business because...?”
“Urs is a good friend, Catherine. I don’t want to see him hurt all over again. Breaking up with Tori almost destroyed him.”
“Is that why you wanted to see me, Reena? To warn me not to hurt Urs?”
“Urs is not the kind of man to engage in short-term flings, Catherine. He does the whole relationship thing. So if you don’t intend to be with him for a longer period of time you should cut him loose before he gets in too deep.”
Catherine didn’t say anything. Reena took several sips of her coffee before she spoke again.
“I’m not going to apologize for hitting you”, she said.
“I don’t expect you to.”
“Séb didn’t tell me you were directing the video until a couple of days ago, and I can understand why. I probably would’ve made things very difficult for him had I known. He has assured me nothing more has happened between you two and that you don’t have any love scenes together in the video.”
Catherine drank her coffee, not taking her eyes off the other woman. If she wanted to know, she would have to ask.
Reena pursed her lips before taking another sip. “Is that true, Catherine?” she finally said.
“The video will be out in a couple of weeks, Reena. Whatever’s in it will stay in it. We’re not making any changes now.”
“Are you going to make this difficult?”
Catherine didn’t miss the edge in the other woman’s voice, but it didn’t bother her. She was not going to let Reena frighten her again. “I don’t intend to, Reena. It’s up to you whether this turns into something ugly.”
Reena put her cup down and took a deep breath. “I’m really trying to be civil here, Catherine, but you’re not making it easy for me.”
“That’s your problem.”
Catherine’s cool attitude really made Reena angry. She looked Catherine straight in the eye. “Is Séb telling the truth?”
“Oh, come on, about you, of course!”
“What? That I tried to seduce him?”
“Do you doubt him?”
“Not at all.” Reena’s answer was just a tad too quick.
Catherine snorted. “Reena, your precious hubby is lying through his teeth.”
Reena stared at her. “Say again?”
“I have never made a move on Séb, Reena. I don’t go for men who are already spoken for. And don’t look so surprised. If I remember correctly you gave him quite a piece of your mind when you came to the studios after that article had been published. You must have thought he had done something wrong that time.”
“I jumped to the wrong conclusions”, Reena said stiffly.
“He kissed me, you know. He’s pretty good at that. But then again, I guess there’s a reason they call it French kissing…”
Reena looked like she was having a fit. Catherine just smiled sweetly and finished her beverage.
“You kissed him?!” Reena was trying to keep her voice down.
. That night he spent at my hotel.”
Reena’s cup fell to the floor and shattered into several pieces.
“Oh, didn’t he tell you about that?” Catherine went on relentlessly. “I thought he told you everything.”
Reena was on her feet in seconds and quickly crossed over to Catherine’s side of the table. Catherine had anticipated her move and was also on her feet, ready for the showdown.
“When was he at your hotel?” Reena said between clenched teeth.
“When you were in Australia with the kids. He hasn’t told you about that? Seriously?”
“Oh, stuff the Little Miss Innocent routine!” Reena hissed. “What did you do with him?”
Catherine smiled sweetly. “He came over and we had a nice, long talk and he stayed the night. He didn’t leave until next morning.”
“You said he kissed you.”
“Oh yes, he did. Quite thoroughly.”
This time Catherine was prepared for the slap Reena gave her and didn’t even flinch. But she retaliated immediately and gave Reena the same left hook she had given her husband. Reena fell to the floor, looking up at Catherine with total disbelief in her eyes.
“Don’t ever hit me again”, Catherine said. “I’ve had enough of everyone called Izambard to last me a lifetime! I’m going to tell you exactly what happened, and you’re just going to sit there and listen! If you interrupt me I know how to shut you up, you understand me?”
“You bitch!” Reena growled, but shrank back when Catherine squatted beside her.
“Did Séb tell you I hit him? You must have seen the bruise on his cheek.”
Reena shook her head.
“I punched him twice and warned him to tell any more lies about me. That was after the charity event, when everyone thought I was pregnant by him. I will tell you exactly what happened between me and your husband, and that will be the end of it.”
Catherine told Reena in harsh terms what had happened, that she and Séb had kissed once but that it had been an accident, that they had been discussing a scene in the upcoming video when the photo in the paper was taken and that they hadn’t kissed afterwards and that nothing had ever been going on between them at all. The one thing she left out was that Séb had arranged the whole magazine thing – she didn’t want to make things worse than they already were.
Reena just looked at her. “So you weren’t trying to seduce him?” she said after quite a while.
“So you haven’t slept with him?”
“No. And he hasn’t been coming on to me, either. He really loves you and the kids, never doubt that.” Catherine looked Reena straight in the eye, and sure enough Reena was the one to look away. Catherine smirked. She had perfected that stare during the filming of her movie, and not many could hold her gaze for long. “This is the last time we have any kind of conversation about this, Reena”, Catherine went on. “I don’t want to hear another word about it. You will just have to accept that I’ll be around for a while and will be seeing your husband now and then.”
“Does Urs know about all this?” Reena said.
“Yes, he does. He and Séb have just had a little talk, just like you and me – although I don’t think Urs has beaten Séb up.”
Catherine rose to full height and looked down at Reena. She held out her hand to her, and after several seconds, Reena took it and let Catherine help her up. She noticed that the other people in the cafeteria were looking at them with interest, and she felt her cheeks blush. Catherine looked completely unconcerned by the commotion they had caused.
“Shall we join our men?” Catherine said. “I think Séb is quite worried about you.”
“You don’t think Urs worries about you?”
Catherine looked up at her and cocked an eyebrow. Despite the fact that Reena was a few inches taller, she felt smaller.
“Not for a moment, Reena. He knows what I’m capable of”, Catherine said with a wink.
Reena failed to see the humor in that statement and hurried past her towards the exit.
Séb’s eyes darted around the lounge as he waited anxiously for his wife to come back from her talk with Catherine. Catherine had been gone for about ten minutes, and Séb was beginning to worry. He was glad David and Carlos had decided to stay behind as some kind of support. The two were sitting on a couch, and Séb gave a start when David suddenly howled with laughter at something Carlos said.
About a minute later Catherine came back, but there was no sight of Reena. And to make things even worse, Urs came back too. Séb had a sinking feeling they were going to gang up on him.
Catherine went up to Séb and looked at him. “You seem to be all right”, she said. “I take it Urs could control himself?”
“Reena is still alive and in one piece. I suppose she’ll be here any minute.”
“I told her exactly what happened between us, Séb – that we kissed by accident and that nothing happened during that dinner at which the photo was taken.”
“So she knows?” He looked terrified.
“I didn’t tell her about how you set it up. I said that you hadn’t been coming on to me, and I think she believed me.”
“Thank you”, he mumbled. When he looked at her again, he bit his lip and said, “I’m so sorry things didn’t work out between you and Urs. I’ve really messed things up, haven’t I?”
He looked so forlorn Catherine couldn’t help laughing. “It’s okay, Séb.”
“No, it’s not. I wish I could turn back time and not do the things I did.”
“It really is okay, Frenchie”, Urs said and came up to them. “We’re not going to hurt you – are we, Liebling?” He put his arm around Catherine and kissed her temple.
“No, we’re not. So relax, Séb, you’re off the hook.”
Séb stared at the couple who less than twenty minutes ago had looked as if they wanted to choke each other. “But… You looked…”
“Like your wife said I act for a living, Séb”, Catherine smiled. “We decided to put on a little show just to make you squirm a bit.”
Urs laughed heartily when he saw the look of relief on Séb’s face. “It was hard trying to keep that scowl on my face”, he said. “But it was fun. And you deserved it.”
“So you are together now?” Séb said warily.
“Yes”, Catherine smiled and hugged Urs a little tighter. “We’ve decided to give it a go. I’ve even moved in with Urs in his apartment.”
Séb just looked at them as if he didn’t dare to believe them. “You’re staying with Urs?” he said.
“And you’re his girlfriend?”
Séb looked at Urs. The expression on the latter’s face could almost be described as serene; there were no traces of the tension that had been etched onto his features lately.
“Thank God”, Séb said with a heartfelt sigh. “I don’t think I would’ve forgiven myself if you guys hadn’t worked it out.”
David and Carlos had gotten nearer when they saw Catherine and Urs closing in on Séb, so they had heard most of the conversation.
“This means that everything is fine now, yes?” Carlos said.
“Yes, Carlos, everything is fine”, Urs smiled.
David enfolded Catherine in a bear hug, lifting her off the floor. “It’s about time you two got it together”, he said. “I don’t think it’s ever taken Urs this long to get serious about someone once he’s decided he’s interested.”
Catherine laughed when David put her down again. “He’s been serious all the time, there’s just been a few bumps in the road that’s thrown us both off course.” She looked meaningly at Séb, who looked quite embarrassed.
“No more bumps”, he said. “I promise.”
“How about we all go out to lunch to celebrate?” David said. “Where’s Reena?”
Séb was just about to say something when his wife came into the lounge. He looked at her, and he couldn’t hold back a gasp when he saw the red mark on her cheek. “Mon Dieu, what has happened?” he said when Reena came up to him.
“Just a little misunderstanding”, Reena said and looked over at Catherine, and the others didn’t miss the suspicious and wary look in her eyes.
Séb looked at Catherine who was in Urs’ arms again, a sly smile playing on her lips. She gave him a look that warned him not to say anything.
Séb got the hint and turned his attention to his wife again. “Do you want to join us for lunch, ma chère?”
“Sure”, Reena said and managed a smile.
They all left to go find a place to eat, and Catherine and Urs both hoped there wouldn’t be any more trouble from the Izambard side of the “family”.
~ * ~
Urs put the centerpiece in place and took a step back to inspect his work. It looked good. All was set for an intimate, romantic dinner. Now he just had to wait for Catherine to come home. She had been gone for almost two weeks now doing interviews and photo shoots again, and Urs really hoped she would be done with that for a while now. Their video was set to be released next week, and then they would be off on promotion again for a while until their album was released, which was scheduled to happen in three weeks’ time.
Urs looked at his watch. She should be home in less than an hour. He wanted tonight to be special. Although Catherine in her usual way hadn’t mentioned anything about it, Urs knew she was slightly bothered by the fact that they hadn’t actually made love yet. They had done pretty much everything you could do in that department without actually doing the deed, and she hadn’t complained, but Urs knew she probably wouldn’t put up with it for much longer.
Sometimes he wondered how she could be so understanding – she had readily accepted his wish to wait with that final step until he felt completely ready, just like she had accepted his request for time at the beginning of their acquaintance – but he was grateful that she was. It might seem odd that he didn’t mind engaging in other sexual activities while putting off the “real thing”, but for Urs actually making love to someone was so very intimate and something he only did if he really had strong feelings for the woman. It was so definite, somehow, an act of trust and love, and he didn’t trust or love anyone easily. By not taking that final plunge he kept his heart out of the danger zone (or so he thought) while still feeding the more basic cravings his body might have.
But now Catherine wouldn’t have to wait for him any longer, he was ready to give himself to her completely. His feelings for her were strong, oh yes – he was in love with her. A few months ago the mere thought of ever letting anyone close again had scared the living daylights out of him, but he had had no defense against Catherine. She had quickly become part of his life, and now he couldn’t imagine being without her. He had compared her to Tori on several occasions and had again wondered about his changed taste in women. Tori was tall, blonde, slim, sexy… Catherine was a short, muscular, sexy brunette/redhead. Tori was sophisticated, Catherine wasn’t but could be if she had to. Tori was quickly bored with topics that didn’t interest her, Catherine could discuss almost any subject whether it interested her or not. Tori’s sense of humor was ordinary, Catherine’s was… well, Urs didn’t know exactly how to describe Catherine’s humor, she seemed to find different things funny all the time. It had taken the other guys and their women a while to warm up to Tori, to accept her as Urs’ girlfriend, whereas they had taken an almost instant liking to Catherine once all the misunderstandings had been sorted out. They hadn’t told the other women every detail, but they knew nothing had been going on between Catherine and Séb, and they were all becoming rather good friends now.
As for the sex part… Tori was good in bed, quite good, but there were some things she didn’t like to do – at least not with Urs. No matter what Catherine thought of her own ability she was really good at what she did, and so far she hadn’t refused to try things that were new to her. And she was a quick study and a very willing student. Urs bit back a groan of pleasure at the thought of how eagerly her hands and mouth moved over his body whenever they were at it – which was pretty much all the time. He wanted her so badly. He had gotten so used to having her near, so used to their talks and her kisses and her touch, and he missed her terribly. They hadn’t been apart this long since they’d gotten together, and he really hoped she’d be home to stay for quite a while now. Home... Yes, he thought of the apartment as their home now, and he didn’t mind at all.
Urs went into the kitchen to start on the food. He wasn’t as good a cook as Séb, but he knew how to make a decent meal, and he did want Catherine to come home to a home-made dinner. Everything to impress the lady, he smiled to himself. Not that he needed to impress her, but he wanted as many things as possible going for him tonight. Do you really think you need to pull out all the stops, Bühler? You know you’ll get lucky the moment you tell her you’re ready to go all the way.
Urs promptly blocked out the little voice in his head. He didn’t need thoughts like that right now, he was nervous enough as it was.
~ * ~
Catherine closed the door to the apartment and sighed with relief. She had been in several countries during the past week and a half, and she was really tired. But now she was done with interviews and photo shoots for quite a while; she had announced that she was taking a break due to exhaustion. And she really did need a break after all that had happened during the past months. Now she could concentrate on Urs whole-heartedly and spend as much time with him as he wanted her to.
The thought of Urs produced a smile that spread across her whole face. She was beginning to think that he was the best thing that had ever happened to her. Never had she felt so appreciated, never so cared for, never so... She hesitated to think “loved”, but she didn’t know what other word to use. What she did know was that she was well on her way to fall deeply in love with him. They had decided not to go public with their relationship yet, so if people asked they both said they were still single, but they knew they wouldn’t be able to keep it a secret for much longer. Catherine just hoped Urs was ready to handle it once the secret was out.
She stopped in her tracks when the lovely aroma hit her nostrils. She sniffed the air and listened and heard someone moving about in the kitchen. She took off her coat and hung it in the closet, left her suitcase and shoulder bag in the hall and went further into the apartment. Her breath caught when she saw the beautiful table setting in the dining room, complete with burning candles and soft music playing in the background.
“Hope it is to your liking, Liebling.”
Catherine turned around and saw Urs leaning against the kitchen doorframe. Her heart began a funny little dance as she took in the sight before her. He was dressed in a deep red silk shirt and dark, tight jeans, his hair held back in its standard ponytail. She quickly went over to him and hugged him as tightly as she could.
“You are to my liking. God, I’ve missed you”, she sighed and kissed him very thoroughly.
Urs broke the kiss after a while and held her at arm’s length. “I’ve missed you too”, he smiled. “Dinner will be ready in a few minutes, so why don’t you go freshen up and change into something more comfortable?”
“Okay. How comfortable are we talking?”
“Get your mind out of the gutter for five minutes, Cath.”
“Sorry, you have that effect on me, Your Swissness”, she smiled with a slight bow. “I won’t be long.” She collected her bag and suitcase from the hall and went into the bathroom.
Catherine pressed the “start” button on the dishwasher and sighed contentedly. Urs had really gone out of his way tonight – that dinner was the best he had ever made her – and she loved the way he had doted on her.
A soft kiss where her neck met her shoulder made her jump. She hadn’t heard Urs come into the kitchen.
“You look positively delicious”, he whispered and kissed a trail up to her ear. “And you taste even better.”
She could feel his hands on her thighs just below the hem of her dress, and she couldn’t hold back a smile. He really did like her thighs, and she had put on this dress with that in mind when he’d told her to change into something comfortable. It wouldn’t take him long to get her out of it... “More dessert?” she asked innocently.
“Oh yes please”, he purred against her jawbone. His hands traveled up a bit, and she waited. His lips stopped halfway up her cheek when he realized she wasn’t wearing anything underneath the dress. “Lieber Gott!” he groaned and turned her around to face him.
“Wrong flavor?” Catherine said.
“Here or the bedroom?” Urs could barely speak.
“Depends on what you have in mind, Rock God.”
Urs threw her over his shoulder and carried her into the bedroom where he unceremoniously dumped her on the bed and pinned her beneath him before he kissed her hungrily. As Catherine had anticipated, her dress was on the floor in seconds where it was soon joined by Urs’ clothes. He kissed his way down her body and expertly made her reach her first peak with his hands and mouth. When Catherine reached for him he swatted her hands away, pinned her between his arms again and looked at her with such fire in his eyes she could swear she felt the heat emanating from them.
“I want you.”
“I know, Urs”, she laughed, still a bit out of breath after her orgasm.
“For real, Cath. I want to make love to you.”
“Will you let me?”
She managed to wriggle a hand free and caressed his cheek. “Do you always ask permission, Urs? You asked if you could kiss me that first time, and now you ask this?”
“I don’t want to take anything for granted...”
“You’re adorable, M’lord. Totally adorable.” She brought his lips to hers and kissed him in a very teasing way, making him moan. “Do whatever you want with me, Your Lordship”, she whispered. “I’m at your mercy.”
If Catherine had thought she knew most of what there was to know about foreplay, Urs proved her wrong. And if she had thought his touch to be divine before, she didn’t know what to call it this time. How many ways to please a woman did the man know? She lost count how many times he brought her to ecstasy just by touching her, and when he finally slowly entered her she was sure she must have died. Either that or she had just found heaven on earth.
Urs had used every trick he had ever learned about how to please a woman, and it seemed he was doing it right. Catherine was like a burning flame in his arms, and he sent up a silent prayer he’d be able to hold on long enough to give her the ultimate pleasure when he finally took her. He looked into her eyes as he carefully pushed himself into her, and the look on Catherine’s face when she felt him inside of her was one he would remember till the day he died.
She was so gloriously tight around him that he almost came the moment he entered her, but he managed to hold back. He waited a few moments to let her get used to him, nibbling her earlobe and kissing her neck.
“Please, Urs”, he heard her moan. “Please make love to me.”
Urs looked down at her. “Don’t you worry, Liebling”, he whispered. “I intend to.”
He withdrew almost completely, then slowly pushed back inside burying himself to the hilt. Catherine groaned and bucked up to meet him, and soon they had found a perfect rhythm. Urs lavished her with kisses and touches everywhere he could, giving her everything he had, determined not to take pleasure himself until she had found her release.
Catherine’s last somewhat coherent thought before her world exploded was that it couldn’t possibly be like some people described it – that it was like falling or seeing stars and fireworks all over the place, none of which she had ever experienced herself – but then her lover proved her wrong again. It must have been the most wonderful orgasm she had ever reached, and she screamed out Urs’ name at the top of her lungs.
Urs felt Catherine’s nails dig into his back as she came, and with a loud groan he allowed himself to find his own piece of heaven.
~ * ~
Catherine opened her eyes and looked into a pair of hazel ones.
“I forgot to say ‘Welcome home’ before”, Urs whispered and kissed her.
“That’s okay”, Catherine said when she could speak again. “I think I was quite thoroughly greeted in other ways.”
“Would you mind if I welcomed you like that every time you’ve been away?”
She smiled at the cheeky grin on his face. “I so wouldn’t. I could get quite used to this.”
“Well, as long as you live here I think I can promise you quite a lot of this kind of activities.”
“You want me to take up permanent residence here?”
“Now, there’s an idea. You’re welcome to stay as long as you want.”
“Good, ‘cause I’m not planning on going anywhere else.”
“In that case, sweet Cath, we should have a house-warming party.”
“Really? Who should we invite?”
“Just the two of us, Liebling. I have a very private party in mind where you are the guest of honor.”
“Yeah? And just what...”
She was cut short by Urs’ mouth on hers again, and as she was being shown “just what” he had in mind she knew she had never felt more at home anywhere than she did in his arms.
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|Subject: Re: Four Divos and a Diva Thu Feb 17, 2011 6:52 pm|| |
“Please don’t tell me there’s something wrong again”, Simon groaned when Urs and Catherine entered his office. “I’m beginning to dread having any of you in here these days.”
“Nothing’s wrong, Simon”, Urs reassured his boss and held out Catherine’s chair for her.
Simon watched the pair as they sat down opposite him. He hadn’t seen any of them since they had watched the video, and that day Urs and Catherine had definitely not been on speaking terms. Now they both looked calm, collected – and happy.
“So, to what do I owe the dubious honor this time?” Simon said.
“You need to be told of any changes that might affect the group”, Urs began. “And there’s been a change that will perhaps not affect the group as such, but it has affected me personally.”
Simon looked at the Swiss. Urs looked totally relaxed, the glint was back in his eyes, and he wasn’t slumping in his chair as he had been the last times Simon had seen him.
“Catherine and I are together”, Urs went on. “We’re romantically involved, and she has moved in with me in my apartment.”
Simon looked from Urs to Catherine. She calmly met his eyes but didn’t say anything. “How long has this been going on?” Simon eventually said.
“Almost since we first met”, Urs said. “Well, we didn’t get together right away, but the attraction has been there from the day we met. We decided to start seeing each other on my birthday and we were making some fine progress until that tabloid article was published. Then I freaked out and broke it off. We decided to try again after the video was finished, and here we are.”
“So you’re serious about her?”
“What about you, Cath? How long will you be here?”
“I’m not planning on going anywhere in the foreseeable future, Simon. I’m in love, so I’m afraid you’re stuck with me.”
“We thought you should know before the release of the video”, Urs said. “Do you think we should keep it secret during the promotion tour, or can we go public with our relationship?”
Simon regarded the couple in front of him. He had warned Catherine about getting involved with any of his Divos, but apparently that warning had gone unheeded. And no matter what he thought about that, it was clear that Urs was feeling much better now – he looked so totally at ease and he was oozing confidence.
“You’ve always been so private about your personal life, Urs”, Simon said. “Do you really want the whole world to know that you’ve found a new woman so soon after your break-up with Tori?”
“It’s been eight months, Simon. And I feel so secure in this relationship that I’m ready to face anything.”
“Aren’t you worried about what your fans will think? I’m sure you remember their reaction when word got out you were seeing Tori.”
Urs grimaced. Yes, there had been some quite nasty comments among the fans when his relationship with Tori was revealed but they had weathered that storm, and eventually most of the fans had accepted her. Their break-up had come as a shock to everyone as they had seemed so happy together, and since no-one had ever given any sort of explanation the fans were still wondering what happened. Urs had warned Tori not to blabber about anything that had to do with him, and so far she had kept her mouth shut.
“I don’t think they will mind my being with Cath”, Urs said. “She’s completely different from Tori, and people already like her. Besides, I don’t care what people think. We’ve talked about this and we’ve decided not to hide it anymore; we’re both public persons, so it will be difficult to hide it much longer anyway. We just wanted to run it by you.”
“Well, it would be good for publicity, of course”, Simon muttered. “Have you planned a big announcement, or what?”
“No, nothing like that”, Urs said. “We’re not going to broadcast it, we’re just saying that we will be seen together, and if people ask we will admit that we’re more than friends.”
“Okay.” Simon looked at Catherine. “But remember people most likely haven’t forgotten the mess with Séb. When word gets out you’re with another Divo there’s probably going to be some hassle.”
“I’m ready for it”, Catherine said calmly. “Don’t worry, Simon, things will be fine.”
“Well, you haven’t met the Il Divo fans up close and personal yet, young lady. They can be rather protective and obsessive.”
“I know, I’m one of them. Not the obsessive kind, but I’ve been on the forum a lot so I know how some of the others are.”
“Don’t worry, Simon”, Urs said. “I’m sure we can handle the fans. And if any of them have any problems with it I’m sure they’ll accept it when they realize we’re serious about each other.”
“I hope you’re right”, Simon muttered. “I really do hope you’re right…”
~ * ~
Urs wondered if he would ever tire of looking at his girlfriend. At this point in time he felt like he could spend the rest of his days just watching her. He smiled and shook his head in amazement at how his life had turned around so completely the last months. After what happened with Tori he had thought he would never fully recover and let himself dare to feel like this again, but Catherine had swept into his life like a hurricane and firmly taken up residence in his heart, and he hoped she was there to stay.
He had been ready to settle down and start a family with Tori, and he still wanted to have children someday. And he had to admit that he had entertained the thought of Catherine as their mother on more than one occasion lately. But their relationship was still very new and her career was just taking off, so she probably hadn’t planned on a family anytime soon. They hadn’t talked about these things at all, so Urs had no idea whether she wanted a family in the future, but he hoped she did – and that if she did that he would still be around at the time. The thought of her having a family with someone else did not appeal to him one bit – he remembered how he had felt when the speculations about her being pregnant had been flourishing, and those feelings crept up on him every time he thought of her possibly being intimate with someone else if their relationship didn’t last. You realize you’re a lovesick fool, don’t you, Bühler?
that little voice inside his head taunted him. Oh yes, he knew he was head over heels, but he loved it. And he loved the object of his desire, who was just putting on her three-inch strap sandals to complete her outfit for tonight’s premiere performance.
“You look gorgeous, as always, Liebling.”
Catherine looked up at him where he stood leaning against the doorframe. “Thank you, M’lord”, she acknowledged with a smile and a slight bow. “Will this do?” she said and made a little pirouette.
Urs went up to her and looked at her from head to toe. She was wearing a cream-colored, knee-length dress with sequins in different colors forming a flower pattern along the neckline and hem, and the fabric hugged her upper body tightly and flowed in voluminous layers from her hips. The only jewelry she wore were discreet earrings and a bracelet with three charms that Urs had given her earlier that day.
“You could wear a garbage bag for all I care”, Urs smiled. “You’re always beautiful.”
“You’re biased, Your Lordship.”
“Terribly.” He sat down on a chair while Catherine checked her make-up in the mirror. “Are you nervous?”
“A little. I’ve been on a stage before, but I’ve never sung to an audience. If this was about acting it would be a walk in the park, but now I’m going to sing to people in public for the first time.”
“You’ll do fine.”
Catherine went over to him and sat on his lap. His arms automatically wrapped around her, and he nibbled lightly at her neck.
“I need to tell you something before we go out there”, Urs said and looked Catherine straight in the eye.
She could see he was serious, so she didn’t say anything.
Urs just looked at her, then he took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I love you, Cath.” He saw the moment his words registered in her brain, saw her eyes slowly fill with tears.
“You what?” she whispered.
“I love you.” He smiled and softly caressed her cheek. “I just wanted you to know that.”
“Oh my God…” Her voice broke, and she hugged him close.
Carlos appeared in the doorway. “Are you guys ready?” he said. “We’re on in about ten minutes.”
“We’ll be right there”, Urs said.
Carlos looked at Catherine and saw she was trembling. “Is everything all right, Cath?” he wondered, his voice full of concern.
Catherine turned to face him. “Everything is just fine, Carlos”, she smiled. “Couldn’t be better.”
“But you’re crying…”
“Happy tears, Carlos, happy tears.”
Carlos didn’t look convinced, but Urs smiled reassuringly at him and he left with a shrug, muttering something in Spanish containing the words for “love” and “crazy”.
Urs stood up and lowered Catherine to the floor. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin your make-up”, he smiled.
She looked in the mirror. Her cheeks were shiny from the tears, but there were no dark streaks of running mascara or eyeliner. “Thank God for waterproof make-up, huh?” she smiled. “I don’t think I need any adjustments. Shall we join the others?”
Urs took her hand. “Everything’s going to be fine, Cath. Just sing the song as you’ve always done. And we’re there to back you up.”
“I know, Urs. Don’t worry about me.”
They left the dressing room and joined the other three Divos who were waiting behind the stage. Their video had been released nearly a week before, and as Simon had predicted it was a hit. The fact that Catherine Johnson had directed it and also had a part in it had taken everyone by surprise, but they hadn’t revealed that she also was the one singing the woman’s lyrics. That would be the surprise at tonight’s performance.
The four Divos and their diva shared a few moments in preparation before the TV show’s presenter started her introduction, and Catherine tried to ignore the knot in her stomach, telling herself she’d do fine. Just as the guys were about to go out onto the stage she grabbed Urs’ hand, kissed his cheek and looked into his eyes. “I love you too, my Swiss bliss”, she whispered.
Urs just looked at her as if he couldn’t believe what she had just said, and his heart had apparently been taking dancing lessons as it felt like it was suddenly doing a rock’n roll number in his chest. Séb had to take his arm and drag him along out onto the stage so they didn’t miss their cue.
Catherine took several deep breaths and waited for her cue to enter the stage. The song sounded great, the guys were really on form tonight, and she hoped she wouldn’t ruin it. There they were, David’s last words before the interlude. Catherine tightened her grip on her microphone, raised it to her mouth and waited for the right moment. She slowly started walking onto the stage and let the words out.
There was a collective gasp from the audience as she took her place between Urs and Carlos, but then everything was quiet again. Her solo was over, and all five of them launched into the finale of the song. To Catherine’s own ears it sounded fantastic, but she didn’t know what the audience thought. When they had listened to the recording they had all been thrilled at how good it sounded, but it was a bit different to do it live. She just prayed she would be able to hit that last high note, similar to the one she did in “Senza catene”, going a bit higher than David. The moment of truth came, and her voice soared higher than it ever had, in wonderful harmony with three tenors and a baritone.
~ * ~
Catherine wondered if she would ever be able to move again. What she did know was that she would have bruises in some very interesting places the next day. And probably some scratch marks too... She turned her head and looked at Urs, who was panting heavily beside her.
“Have you been skipping your gym sessions lately?” she said. “You seem beat.”
Urs didn’t move either, he just shot her a sidewards glance. “Just my luck to find a woman who’s got just as much stamina as myself”, he said. “I thought I could wear you out.”
“You have, Liebling. I don’t think I’ve ever been so exhausted. And I don’t think I’ll be able to move anytime soon.”
Urs smiled. He had been turned on after after shows and concerts before by the sheer thrill of performing, but never like he had been after their premiere of the new song a few hours earlier. Standing side by side with Catherine and hearing her sing in perfect sync with the rest of them had excited him to no end, and he didn’t have much recollection of the press conference after the show other than that he had surprised everyone by kissing Catherine in front of all the reporters. The only thing on his mind had been to get Catherine home as soon as possible and fuck her brains out. And fucked her he had, quite thoroughly, in as many ways as he knew how and more roughly than he ever had done anyone. They would both probably have a lot of bruises in the morning, and he knew his back and chest were sporting some serious scratches along with teeth marks. Catherine was right about giving as good as she got, she had matched him all the way and been just as rough with him as he had been with her. He hadn’t been very interested in rough sex before although he had tried some things with previous girlfriends, but he had enjoyed it tonight.
“Are you for real?” he asked.
“You’re too good to be true.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” With a groan he turned to face her and pulled her close.
Catherine hissed when he accidentally touched one of the scratches on her back.
“Sorry”, he said.
Catherine started to laugh, and he joined in.
“It’s good we don’t have a meeting or anything early tomorrow”, Catherine said. “We need to see exactly where the bruises and scratches are so we can wear clothes that cover them up.”
Urs shook his head. “Simon would throw a fit if I came to an appointment with hickeys all over my neck. And think how the fans would react if they saw bruises on me.”
“I think I managed to keep clear of parts that will be visible”, Catherine laughed. Then she bit her lip. “You realize it’s going to be all over the world in the morning, don’t you? That we’re together?”
“Yes, I know. It would be foolish to deny it after the press conference.”
Catherine kissed him. “Did you see the look on their faces after you kissed me?”
“I don’t know who were more surprised, the reporters or the guys”, Urs smiled.
“Did you plan that?”
“A little. I was thinking about doing something if the question came up. And since they asked what it was like to kiss you...” He shrugged and winced when his muscles protested.
“Do you think we’ll be able to get out of the bed in the morning?”
“I don’t know. Right now it feels like I’ve torn every muscle in my body. How about you?”
Urs looked at her. Her body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and her hair was a mess, and there were bite marks on her breasts. For some odd reason he felt proud knowing it was his doing that she looked like she did.
“What?” Catherine wondered.
Urs just smiled and kissed her thoroughly. When he finally let her come up for air he had a serious expression on his face. “Do I make you happy, Cath?” he asked.
She looked at him, her eyes big in surprise. “You know you do”, she said. “What makes you ask that?”
Urs bit his lip before he spoke again. “If you think ahead, say a year or two, where do you see yourself?” he asked.
Catherine shrugged. “I haven’t really thought about it that much”, she said. “But I hope I’m still in the movie business somehow. And hopefully I have a family of some kind.”
Urs nodded absently and looked away. “Do you want it all, Cath? Husband, children… The whole package?”
She swallowed hard. What was he talking about? He wasn’t going to… was he? “I suppose I would like to have a couple of kids sometime”, she said warily. “But I don’t need to be married for that. I don’t need a ring on my finger to stay with the same guy for the rest of my life.”
“You don’t believe in marriage?”
“Yes, but it’s not all that important to me. I mean… If I should ever be so lucky as to fall that deeply in love and be loved that much in return and he should pop the question, then I would definitely think about it. But I don’t want the guy I’m with to feel any pressure. I’m not one of those women whose single ambition is to get married.” She was quiet a few seconds before she spoke again. “Do I
He kissed her again, so tenderly it almost brought tears to her eyes. Then he finally looked at her. “Yes, you make me happy, Cath. Happier than I think I’ve ever been in my life. And you scare me more than anything or anyone ever has.”
“What? How can I possibly scare you?”
“Because I love you so much.”
Catherine couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in her eyes and make their way down her cheeks. She snuggled even closer to him, grimacing when her aching body protested against the movement. “I love you too, Urs. It’s kind of weird, isn’t it? How we have fallen so completely for each other in such a short time?”
“I don’t know how long it usually takes you to fall for someone”, Urs said, “but I have always been taking it slow, not wanting to rush into things. But you have turned everything upside down, Cath. I do things I’ve never done before, or in ways I haven’t done them before. Like tonight, for instance. I’ve never been so rough with anyone.”
“Neither have I. And I have never fallen for someone this quickly before, either. Do you often get turned on after performing?”
“It happens. But I have never done anything like this after a show. It’s your fault.”
“Oh, I’m so
sorry, M’lord. Was I too rough on you?”
“Can I get back to you on that in the morning? Right now I just want to sleep.”
“Ha, I knew I could wear you out!”
“Don’t sound so smug, my dear. You’re in no better condition yourself.”
Catherine looked mischievously at him, playing with the hair on his chest. “Did you like it, Urs?” she wondered.
“Yes, I did. You?”
She blushed but didn’t look away. “Yes.”
“We’d better not make this a habit, though. We must be able to do the shows.”
“Yes, I’d like to be able to walk normally when we’re performing. It would look kind of weird on stage if we were hobbling.”
Urs laughed at the images appearing in his mind. “So let’s agree to no more rough sex while were touring, okay?”
Urs stifled a yawn. “God, I can’t remember the last time I was this exhausted. Have we set the alarm?”
Catherine turned stiffly and checked the alarm clock on the bedside table. “Yep, nine-thirty.”
Urs pulled her back into his arms and nuzzled her neck. “So nice to be able to sleep in for a change”, he mumbled. “Sleep tight, Liebling.”
“You too, love.”
They were both dead to the world within a minute.
~ * ~
It was tradition that the guys gathered to go through the papers and other media whenever they launched something new, and since they were in London they ended up at Seb’s house this time.
Urs and Catherine had slept soundly all through the night and not woken until the alarm went off. As they had guessed, they had some difficulties getting out of the bed, both being very stiff and sore. Catherine had frowned when she saw Urs’ body in daylight; there were several scratches on his back and some on his chest, and even some teeth marks, and he had bruises on his upper arms. And her own body sported bruises on breasts and thighs, bite marks on her breasts and one on her right shoulder and some scratches on her back. They somehow managed to take a shower and had carefully chosen their clothes so they covered everything that needed covering. And they laughed at each other’s gait, which was indeed a little hobbling.
They arrived at Seb’s house and were soon sitting with the others in the lounge. If any of the others thought they looked a little ragged or that they walked funny, they didn’t say anything. But Catherine thought she saw glances passing between the others and an occasional smirk. Urs did his best to seem casual, but he couldn’t stop looking at her, and everytime he did she was looking right back at him.
Catherine noticed that Reena didn’t leave the room after she had brought in the coffee. She sat down next to Séb, and Catherine smiled. Reena was obviously still insecure.
“So, shall we get started?” Séb said.
They all picked a paper each from the heap on the table and found the reviews. They read in silence.
“So, what do they say?” Reena wondered. She was the only one who hadn’t grabbed a paper.
“Surprisingly, they’re very positive”, David said.
“Yes, mine too”, Carlos said. “Not a negative word.”
“Same here”, Urs said.
“And here”, Catherine smiled. “This doesn’t happen to you often, does it? That you actually get good reviews?”
“Not from critics, anyway”, Carlos said. “The fans have usually only good things to say, but the critics always find something to complain about.”
“And they even liked me”, Catherine said.
“Did you ever think they wouldn’t?” Séb said, earning a stern look from his wife. “You sound great. And we all sounded fantastic last night.”
“Actresses who try their hand at singing usually get a real scolding”, Catherine shrugged. “I thought there would be at least some negative things.”
“Seems you’re just one of those people the press loves no matter what you do”, David smiled. “Everyone’s little darling.”
“I hope they’re honest. I don’t want to get rave reviews just because I’m already famous or because they don’t want to ruffle my feathers.”
“It seems honest to me”, Urs said. “Face it, Cath – you’re good.”
There were some stifled chuckles from David and Carlos, and Urs shot them a stern glance. “Something wrong, guys?”
“No, no, nothing at all”, David said, trying in vain to hide a big grin.
Urs just shook his head and looked at Catherine. “How’s your voice?” She had been rather loud last night… Urs was glad most walls in his apartment were soundproof; he would have had some explaining to do to his neighbors otherwise.
“Fine. Tonight’s show won’t be a problem.”
“You know everyone’s going to want to know about you two, right?” David said. “That will be what they’ll be asking about from now on, they won’t be very interested in the music.”
“We won’t answer any questions about our relationship”, Urs said. “They know we’re together, and that’s it.”
“Yes, no-one’s in the dark about that after last night’s stunt”, Reena said.
Urs just smiled at her. “You disapprove, Madame Izambard?”
Catherine picked up the slight edge to Urs’ voice.
“It was just so unlike you, Urs. You’ve never showed your, eh, affection in public before.”
“Well, they do say love can make you do crazy things.”
The others looked at Urs and Catherine. They might all have had their various misgivings about them, with Urs still being on the rebound and all, but they couldn’t disregard the fact that Urs was in a very good mood these days and that Catherine was apparently good for him.
“So, after tonight we travel up north, right?” Catherine said when the silence stretched out.
“Yes”, Carlos said. “We’ll be on the road for about a week.”
“You remember I’m going back home for a couple of days, on the twenty-seventh?”
“Yes”, Séb said. “But you’ll be back on the twenty-ninth, right?”
“Yes. Will you be able to cope without me for two days?”
“I don’t think we’ll have a problem with that”, Carlos said with an eyebrow wiggle, “I’m more worried about Urs being on withdrawal. He can be very cranky when his woman is away.”
“I do believe I can manage for two days”, Urs said stiffly.
“Ha, you two have been inseparable since Cath came back from her interview tour two weeks ago”, David snorted. “If you’re not careful you might find yourself in love again soon, my friend.”
“Are you blind?” Carlos said. “They already are in love.”
They all looked at the new couple. Catherine just shrugged and smiled at Urs, who smiled back.
“Can you blame me?” he said, the love he felt for this woman so evident in both his eyes and his voice.
“Oh, aren’t they adorable?” David said and managed to produce a puppy dog look, batting his eyelids. “You’re so cute when you’re being silly, Urs.”
“I’m not being silly, David, I’m serious. And I’m not afraid to say it, either. I love Catherine.”
“My God, you’re serious, aren’t you?” Séb said.
Urs looked at the man who had nearly ruined everything for him. “Yes, Séb, I am. I’m finally happy again, thanks to Cath.”
Séb didn’t miss the look in Urs’ eyes; he was still angry with him for what he had done, and he was probably thinking no thanks to you,
as well. He wisely kept his mouth shut.
“Well, doesn’t this call for a celebration?” Carlos said. “We’ve got good reviews and Urs is happy again.”
“Yes, let’s go out somewhere nice”, David said. “There is this place not far from here that’s really good.”
They all agreed and left for the restaurant.
~ * ~
Catherine was really glad to be back home in Sweden. It had been quite a while, and she always enjoyed meeting her family. Her mother’s common-law husband was celebrating his seventieth birthday, and they were all gathered in their apartment in Catherine’s small hometown. Not that there were many of them, her family wasn’t very big, but she liked it when it was just the closest family – her mother and her man, Catherine’s older sister with husband and two children and Catherine herself. They would have a bigger celebration later that night at a rented place – her mother’s man knew a lot of people.
“So, how’s the guitar?” Catherine asked her nephew.
“Oh, it’s great”, the young man said. “It’s wonderful to play on.”
“I’ll tell Urs that”, Catherine smiled. “He’ll be glad to hear it.”
Catherine could see her mother’s grimace at the mentioning of Urs, and she smiled. Her mother had never understood her fascination with Il Divo and had been quite worried about her youngest daughter when she had first taken interest in them, thinking she behaved like a fourteen-year-old. And her mother had never been keen on her daughter pursuing a career in acting, but she had always been supportive. And Catherine knew she was really proud of her achievements even if she didn’t say much.
“So, tell us about this guy”, Catherine’s sister, Louise, said. “We had no idea you were seeing someone until it was all over the papers that you were singing with his group.”
“He’s absolutely wonderful. He’s from Switzerland and has always been into music. He’s a trained opera singer, a tenor. And he’s into heavy metal music and motorbikes.” She quickly told them about Urs’ background and then told them how they had met. She didn’t say anything about Séb being responsible for the damaging article in the tabloid, which they had all seen.
“Are you serious about him?” Louise’s husband Daniel wondered.
“Absolutely. He’s the most amazing guy I’ve ever met. And I know he feels the same way about me. But we’ve only really been together for about a month, so it’s early days yet.”
“So, there’s a chance of you ending up on a mountain top somewhere, yodeling?” her niece said.
Catherine laughed. “I haven’t thought about that. I must ask Urs if he can yodel.” Her cell phone chimed in her purse, and she went out into the hall to take the call.
“Cath? It’s David.”
“Hi! How are you?”
She could barely hear him for the noise in the background. “David? Where are you? Is something wrong?”
“Cath... I think you should come back to England as soon as possible.”
“What’s wrong? Has something happened?”
“It’s Urs... He’s been...”
Catherine’s heart threatened to jump out of her chest. “He’s been what, David?”
“We were meeting the fans after tonight’s show, as usual, and...” He sobbed before continuing, and Catherine could hear him take several deep breaths.
“David? Has something happened to Urs?” She tried to keep the panic from her voice.
“One of the women attacked him, Cath. She had a knife...”
“Oh my God...” Catherine sank down on the floor. “What happened?”
“Well... He’s... Oh God, Cath... He was stabbed, and the doctors don’t know if he’s going to make it.”
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Catherine woke up screaming and sat up. She looked over at Urs’ bed and almost cried with relief when she saw Urs lying there, the monitors showing his steady breathing. Thank God, just a bad dream…
It had been a week since the attack, and the doctors hadn’t taken Urs off the life support system until the day before. Now he could breathe on his own, but he still hadn’t regained consciousness. He had lost a lot of blood and had come very close to needing a transfusion, but the doctors had managed to stop the bleeding just in time. Catherine refused to think about the possibility of him never waking up again; such thoughts didn’t do anyone any good. She had forced herself to stay relatively calm and collected during the traumatic days that had followed the attack, functioning on autopilot. She had dealt with the media and the fans in a way that had surprised herself – it was like she had been in this situation many times before. But she could feel she was close to a breakdown; it wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge.
The woman who had stabbed Urs would never have to suffer the consequences of her actions or Catherine’s rage – she had been shot by the guards chasing her when she was trying to get away and died a few hours later. The police had told them that the woman had a history of stalking celebrities and that she had been obsessed with Urs and apparently freaked out when she had learned he had a new girlfriend – a classic case of “if I can’t have him, no-one else will either”. Catherine thought she had gotten away far too easy, but she was relieved the bitch was gone – her death had probably saved Catherine from being charged with manslaughter. She knew she would have wanted to hunt her down and beat her up real good, and she also knew she probably wouldn’t have been able to hold back; she did have a hard time controlling her anger at times. And Catherine took it rather personally if anyone hurt Urs in any way...
“Morning, Carlos”, Catherine smiled when she saw him in the doorway. “Come on in.”
Carlos silently made his way over to the bed and sat down beside Catherine. “How are you, Cath?”
“I’m as well as can be expected. How are things with you?”
Carlos grimaced. “I try not to worry, but it’s difficult. He has been out of it for a week now, and the longer he stays unconscious, the more worried I get.”
“We’re all worried, Carlos. But he will wake up, trust me. He’s in good shape, and his body is fighting its way back. That they could take him off life support is a good sign.”
Carlos looked at Urs and then at Catherine. “You know these things?” he asked.
“I used to work at a hospital before I decided to try my hand at acting, so I know a little about the procedures.”
“You were a nurse?”
“No, I was in administration, a secretary. But I knew doctors and nurses, so that’s how I know.”
Carlos looked at Urs again. “It’s good that he has you”, he said after a while. “He has something to live for, a reason to fight to come back.”
Catherine gave him a peck on the cheek. “Gracias, Carlos. That’s very nice of you to say.”
“You’re a good woman, Catherine. You make him happy.”
“Are we that obvious?” she smiled.
“Well, yes, you are, but I also know because he’s told us so.”
Carlos looked at her again. “Yes, when you were away. We kind of cornered him and made him tell us about you. And he didn’t really need that much persuasion.” He smiled.
Catherine flushed. “I hope he didn’t tell you everything…”
“Don’t worry, Catherine, he would never give us specific details. He really does love you, you know.”
Catherine shook her head. “Sometimes I can’t believe my luck. Less than six months ago Urs was just a fantasy for me, someone I never thought I would actually meet in real life, and now I live with him as his girlfriend. And I’m happier than I’ve ever been.” She laughed when she heard Carlos’ stomach grumble. “Have you had breakfast yet?”
“Me either. Shall we go get something?”
“Sounds like a good idea.”
Catherine placed a soft kiss on Urs’ cheek and got up from the chair to get her purse. She gently squeezed Urs’ hand and was about to leave when she thought she felt a light squeeze back. She froze and looked at their hands. She couldn’t see any movement, so she squeezed again. Nothing. Wishful thinking, Cath, that’s all.
With a grimace she picked up her purse and followed Carlos to the cafeteria.
Catherine laughed at the story Carlos had told her about his first not so successful attempts at impressing the woman who was now his wife. The Spaniard was really good company, and she was glad he made her think of something else for a while. The past week had been the most strenuous time of her life, and she needed the relief.
“Well, you must have done something right at some point”, Catherine said. “Or else you wouldn’t be married to her now, would you?”
“No. Thank Dios Celia decided to give me more chances.”
Catherine looked at him. There was a twinkle in his eyes that made her wonder. “Carlos, forgive me for prying, but... Is Celia pregnant?”
The smile that spread across his face said it all.
“Oh my God! When is she due?”
“We only found out a couple of days ago”, Carlos said when he managed to stop smiling. “We have been trying for quite a while, so we’re ecstatic. The baby will be born in May next year.”
“Congratulations! That’s wonderful news! Do the others know?”
“No, we haven’t told anyone yet, it didn’t seem right under the circumstances. How did you know?”
“I think it’s one of those woman things, we somehow know when one of us is in a family way. I thought she sported some symptoms when I saw her the other day.”
“I’m really happy about our baby, of course”, Carlos said, “but I don’t know if I can handle two at the same time. There is a chance we could have twins – it runs in Celia’s family.”
“Wouldn’t that be something? Séb has twins, and then if you had, too. The Divo twins.”
Carlos laughed. “Then I think people would start to think it’s... What’s the word? When you get something someone else has?”
“Ah, sí, contagious. I don’t know if there are twins in Stacey’s or David’s family, or in Urs’.”
“What if you all have twins?” Catherine laughed. “Then you’ll have eight twins among you.”
“Dios mio. I hadn’t thought about that.”
“I think the chance of that happening is quite slim.”
“I’ll be perfectly happy with one baby at a time”, Carlos said.
“How many do you want?”
He shrugged. “We haven’t discussed that, but I think at least two or three.” He looked at Catherine. “Do you want to have children, Catherine?”
“I think so. I haven’t thought about it that much, but I think I do.”
“Urs and Tori were going to try for a baby”, Carlos said carefully. “He told us that just before we went home for Valentine’s.”
“Yes, he told me.”
“It’s okay, Carlos. You can talk about it.”
“I’m sorry, I guess we’re all just worried about Urs.”
“He’ll be fine.”
“What if he never wakes up?”
“Don’t go there, Carlos. You have to believe that everything will be all right.”
“I don’t understand how you can be so calm!” Carlos finally snapped.
“It’s all an act, Carlos. Believe me, most of all I would just like to hide away somewhere and cry my eyes out, but I have to be strong for both myself and Urs. What good would it do if I broke down?”
Carlos shook his head and was just about to say something else when he stopped. Catherine followed his gaze and turned around.
“Hi, David! Want to join us?” she said.
“No, thanks. I think you should come back to Urs’ room”, David said.
“What’s happened?” Carlos said and got up.
“There’s been a change in his condition.”
The elevator ride up to the private ward was spent in silence, neither one of them looking at each other or saying anything. David had refused to say what had happened, but the stern look on his face told her it wasn’t good.
When they reached the lounge outside Urs’ room, Catherine stopped in her tracks. Simon was standing there along with Séb and Urs’ mother, Ilse, who had come from Switzerland the day after the attack. She was a very nice woman whom Catherine had taken an instant liking to. They were all looking very serious, and Catherine tried to swallow the lump in her throat.
“What is it?” she said. “What’s happened? David wouldn’t tell us.” She looked at the others. Séb had tears in his eyes, and Ilse was actually crying. David was biting his lip, refusing to look at her. Simon just gave her a quick look she couldn’t read before he looked away. Carlos just looked at them all with disbelief.
Catherine walked slowly to the door to Urs’ room. Her feet felt like they were made of lead. She put her hand on the handle and took a few deep breaths, trying to control her emotions. Might as well get it over with,
she told herself. No use in dragging it out...
She opened the door, her eyes closed, steeling herself, and took a step inside. There were no sounds coming from the room, she couldn’t even hear the quiet beeps of the monitors. Another deep breath, and she opened her eyes.
Urs was lying in his bed, just as he had been when she left him, the monitors disconnected and turned off. Catherine forced her legs to move and went up to the bed, fighting hard to keep the tears from escaping. She sat down on the chair and took Urs’ hand in hers and kissed it, placed it back down on the bed and looked at his beautiful face as if to memorize every feature. She caressed his cheek and leaned in to steal one last kiss.
“I love you”, she whispered. “Don’t ever forget that.”
“I won’t”, Urs said, his voice raspy from not being used for so long.
Catherine shot to her feet and stared into his eyes. “But... You...”
“Hey, weren’t you just about to kiss me?” He looked at her with drowsy eyes.
“But you...” She just stared at him.
“I wish I had a camera”, David said as he and the others walked into the room. “You should see the look on your face.”
Catherine looked at them, at Urs and back at the others again. “Another one of your pranks, David?” she said stiffly. “You made me believe that he was...”
“I never said anything to imply that he was, now, did I?” David said innocently, still smiling from ear to ear. “As for Séb’s and Ilse’s tears... Well, you can cry for joy, can’t you?”
“Can I have that kiss now?” Urs said and tugged at Catherine’s arm.
She looked at him, and her restraint finally broke and she let all the pent-up tears flow freely as she gladly fulfilled his wish.
~ * ~
Catherine added a few more logs to the fire and watched the flames slowly start to lick them. She sighed contentedly and leaned back against the couch, absent-mindedly twirling her wine glass between her fingers.
They were in a rented cabin in Colorado where they would be staying for a couple of days to celebrate Thanksgiving. It had been David’s idea, that they would all spend it together to recharge their batteries for the upcoming promotion and touring that would resume as soon as Urs was back in working order, and they had all gladly accepted his invitation. All the Divos and their ladies had rented cabins at the same resort, and they had all arrived during the day.
Catherine got up and went over to the big window and smiled at the amazing sunset outside. It sure has its perks to be rich,
she thought. She had yet to get used to the fact that she could afford pretty much anything she wanted, that money was no object anymore. Urs had tried to argue with her when she insisted on paying all expenses for this trip, but she had flatly refused to let him pay even a cent.
Urs had been discharged a couple of days after his awakening, with strict orders to take it very easy for the next couple of weeks and not do anything that required much physical exertion, which meant no working out and no sex, two of Urs’ favorite activities – which in turn meant that he had been quite frustrated lately. But now, almost two weeks later, the stab wound had healed well and Urs was almost back in good old shape. Catherine had watched him like a hawk, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to keep from working out. Since she was with him almost 24/7, it had been quite easy to thwart his attempts. It had been far more difficult to deny him the other activity he was restricted from, although he tried his very best to get her to scratch his itch.
But he had been given a clean bill of health just before they went to the U.S., so she didn’t really have any reason to deny him any longer – and truth be told she was rather frustrated herself. They were going to spend this evening alone together, so maybe she should put on that new lingerie she had bought just before they left England…
Urs closed and locked the cabin door behind him, took off his jacket and boots and went into the lounge. Catherine was sitting on the couch reading a book, and there was a cosy fire burning in the open fireplace. She looked up when she saw him and smiled.
“Did you fix it?” she wondered.
“Yes. I think that table is even better now than it was before.”
He had been over at Carlos’ and Celia’s cabin to fix the table in the lounge which had been a little wobbly, and he enjoyed working with his hands. If he ever got around to buying his own home he would want to do a lot himself.
“Can you picture Carlos with a hammer or a saw?” Catherine giggled.
“No”, Urs smiled, “that’s why I went over there to help him. There would be nothing left of the table and he would have hit all his fingers had he tried to fix it himself.”
“Have you eaten?”
“Yes, Celia made a lighter meal for us.” Urs bent down to kiss her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her on the couch, kissing him back and caressing his neck.
“Are you tired?” she asked.
“You’re a bit sweaty. Why don’t you hit the shower while I get us some wine?”
Urs propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at her. “Do you have something special in mind, Cath?” He knew he was hoping against hope, but he had to ask.
“No, I just thought you might want to relax a bit.”
Urs just hesitated a few seconds before he got up and headed for the bathroom. He still couldn’t figure out when Catherine was acting or being serious. He didn’t want to get his hopes up too high, so he silently told his body to chill and stepped into the shower. While he lathered himself up he thought of how quickly Catherine had been accepted into the Bühler clan. They had been visiting his family in Switzerland for a couple of days during his convalescence, and his mother, brother and sisters had all gotten along real well with Catherine. Urs smiled when he thought of how silly his sisters had looked when Catherine had promised them signed posters of Richard Taylor, and his brother hadn’t acted much differently when he met Catherine Johnson face to face.
And Catherine seemed to have liked his big family; his brother and sisters all had children, so there were quite a few of them when they all got together. She had played with the children, and she had been just like any other young woman, not for a second acting like the movie star she was, and that was just another thing that made Urs love her – that she was so ordinary and hadn’t let her sudden fame and fortune change her.
He sighed as he felt his body stir and shook his head. He had to do something about the situation he was in. Catherine had refused to take part in any kind of sexual activities during his recovery, so he was really having withdrawal problems. Seeing to himself wasn’t fun at all, not when he knew he could have Catherine doing it for him in a number of different ways... But he would try his very best to change her mind tonight, and he was quite resolved to not let her win that “argument” again.
Catherine was just done preparing in the lounge when Urs came back from the bathroom. She looked up and was about to say something, but her words died in her throat. He was wearing nothing but a towel low on his hips and he was drying his hair with another.
Urs almost laughed out loud when he saw his precious little girlfriend try to hide her reaction and slowly kept drying his hair, not taking his eyes off of her.
“Shall I pour?” Catherine said when she found her voice again.
“Sure.” Urs sat down on the couch, and he saw Catherine’s eyes dart to his thighs which were barely covered by the towel when he sat down.
She poured the wine into the glasses and handed Urs one, then she sat down beside him. Urs took a sip, let out a contented sigh and stretched his arms. Catherine’s eyes were riveted on his chest.
“Do you celebrate Thanksgiving in Sweden?” Urs asked in a conversational tone.
“Hm? Eh, no, we don’t. This will be my first.” She took a rather big gulp of wine.
“Are you all right?” He put his arm around her shoulders and started caressing her neck.
“I’m fine. You?”
“Could be better.”
He didn’t need to explain what he meant. Catherine emptied her glass, put it down on the table and turned to look at Urs.
“Anything I can do to help?” she asked.
Urs’ glass stopped halfway to his mouth, and he looked warily at her. Catherine looked at his scar and touched it lightly. It ran from just beside his navel in a three-inch long arch up towards his ribs. It was still a bit red, but it was clean and had healed well. It would just be a white line when the swelling had gone down. She let her finger trace its length, and she saw Urs’ muscles twitch under her touch. Her hand went to the towel, and she undid it.
“Cath... Don’t. Not unless you intend to go through with it. I won’t let you torture me anymore.”
She slid off the couch, kneeled between Urs’ legs and gently squeezed his cock which was already half hard. “How do you want it?” she asked and looked up at him.
“You mean I get to choose?” He sounded as if he didn’t dare believe her.
“I’ll do anything you want, Urs.” She looked serious.
Urs looked into her eyes and couldn’t see anything in them that told him she wasn’t, but then again she was good at acting. “I don’t think it matters how you do it, Cath, I won’t last long anyway. So why don’t you just get to it?”
“No, tell me.”
Okay, if she insisted... “Fast and hard. Both hands and mouth.”
She obeyed immediately and her gentle squeezing turned hard, and so did his cock. Her hand went to his balls who got just a slightly gentler treatment. Then she took him into her mouth and worked him with teeth, tongue and lips at a fast pace along with her hand alternating between his balls and his cock.
Urs leaned back, spread his legs a little further and watched as Catherine worked her magic on him. He didn’t try to hold back; he wanted to come fast, and it didn’t take Catherine long to make him explode into her mouth. She swallowed it all and licked him clean, then she sat back down on the couch, still fondling him.
“Urs, do you yodel?”
Urs, who had closed his eyes and was enjoying the aftermath of the longed-for blow job, looked at her, his expression incredulous. “Excuse me?”
“I asked if you yodel.”
He shook his head. “I am not
going to yodel during sex, Cath. No way.”
Catherine laughed heartily at the images that appeared in her mind. “Of course I don’t want you to do that, love. Yodeling was brought up when I was back home in Sweden and told my family about you and they learned that you’re Swiss.”
“Oh. Well, yes, I do know how to yodel, but I’m not very good at it.”
“Okay.” She had kept stroking him, and he was already growing hard again. “Anything else you want me to do?” she asked.
Urs kept her hand still on him and looked at her. “Does this mean there are no more restrictions, Cath?”
“Well, you were given a clean bill of health before we went over here, so… I don’t see why not.”
“Oh, thank God”, Urs muttered and pulled her into his lap to straddle him and kissed her hungrily, his hands covering her breasts.
Catherine was wearing one of Urs’ shirts, but Urs quickly unbuttoned it and let it slide down her arms. His eyes widened and darkened when he saw what she had on underneath. “Gott im Himmel, Cath… You really are going to make it up to me, aren’t you?” he said, his tone almost reverent.
“Like it, Liebling?”
Urs looked at the lacy half-cups and matching panties which could be seen underneath the flimsy negligée she was wearing. “Oh yes, me like a lot.” He cupped her breasts again, and Catherine leaned into his touch, nibbling at his neck.
“Do you think you could help me fulfill a fantasy?”
He looked up at her. “Cath, right now you could ask me to bring you the moon and I’d seriously try to get it for you.”
She laughed. “It’s no big deal at all, Urs. It’s just that I’ve never made love in front of a fire, you know, on a thick rug and all that, and I thought maybe…”
Urs silenced her with another searing kiss, took off her shirt and carried her over to the thick rug in front of the fireplace where he laid her down and then laid down beside her. He looked at her from head to toe and then kissed her with such tenderness it made her heart melt.
When he finally released her mouth he looked at her, and he could see tears in her eyes. “What’s the matter?” he wondered and wiped away a stray tear.
Catherine blinked a few times, and then she carefully touched the skin around his scar again and shook her head. “You were really lucky”, she said. “If the knife had gone just a little deeper you would have died.”
Urs took her hand and kissed it. “Yes, I’m a very lucky man”, he said and looked into her eyes. “Lucky to have survived. Lucky to be able to do what I love for a living. Lucky to have a caring and supportive family. Lucky to have you.”
“I guess we’re both lucky, Urs. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t survived.”
“Don’t think that way, Cath. I did survive, so no point in thinking what if. Now, you said something about a fantasy?” He removed her negligée and proceeded to make her fantasy come true by making tender, sweet love to her in front of the fire, making them both forget how close they had come to losing each other.
~ * ~
“God, it’s beautiful here”, Catherine sighed and looked up at the starry sky above the trees. She and Urs were on their way back to their own cabin after the Thanksgiving dinner at David’s and Stacey’s.
“Yes, it’s definitely one of the more beautiful places I’ve been to”, Urs agreed. “It reminds me of home. You have places like this in Sweden too, don’t you?”
“Well, we do have mountains, but not quite like these. There are some good places if you want to ski and stuff, and there’s a lot of forests.”
“I have never been north of Stockholm”, Urs said. “You’ll have to show me your part of the country sometime.”
“Oh, I will. First stop will be my hometown. I think my family is quite eager to meet you.”
“Is that good or bad?”
Catherine smiled. “They’re harmless, Urs, you have nothing to worry about. My mother has the biggest issues, but you’ll win her over in no time. She’ll love you – they all will.”
They reached the cabin and stood on the porch, arms around each other, looking out over the small resort spreading out below the hillside the cabin was situated on.
“Are you ready to resume the promoting?” Catherine asked after a while.
“Yes, I’m almost back in shape”, Urs said. “But I will miss this time, though. It’s going to get a bit crazy when the new album is out. Do you think you’ll be able to cope?”
Catherine looked up at him. “I’ve been darting about the world like mad doing interviews and photo shoots for the movie, so this won’t be any different. But I’ll miss this too.”
Urs nodded and bit his lip. “I have something for you”, he said and took out an envelope from his inside pocket and gave it to her. “I meant everything I said at dinner, Cath. But there’s a lot more I want to say to you, things I don’t want the others to hear, and know I would just mess things up if I were to try to say them to you, so I’ve written them down instead.”
Catherine smiled. She had been moved to tears by Urs’ little speech at the dinner when they were all saying what they were thankful for. She opened the envelope and started reading.My darling Cath
Forgive me if this seems like just a lot of rambling, but I don’t have much of a way with words. I want to try to tell you how I feel about you. You know I love you, but I need to say more than just those three words.
When I met you I was heartbroken, thinking I would never dare to love again, my heart being in a million pieces. But then you came into my life, and slowly my heart began to heal. You were the light at the end of the tunnel that led me back to life.
People talk about finding that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, and I found mine the day I met you – you truly are a treasure in so many ways. You are the glue that holds my crazy world together, my steady rock in the whirlwind that is my life.
I don’t ever want to know what life would be like without you in it now that I know what it’s like to be with you, but should you one day decide you don’t want to be with me anymore, I’ll understand. You’re a great friend, and I hope we can maintain that friendship even if our love doesn’t last. But know that my once broken heart beats steadily and solidly only for you.
I don’t ever want to stop feeling like this. I want to share everything with you, be with you in all the ups and downs of life. I want to wake up forty or fifty years from now and still see you there at my side. I want to know that you will always be there for me, even if our jobs keep us half a world apart – just as you can be sure I will always be there for you.
You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and you make me happier than I’ve ever been, and I’d like to think that you make me a better man. I am truly blessed to have someone like you in my life.
I love you with every breath that I take, with every beat of my heart which is now whole again thanks to you.
Catherine was crying again when she stopped reading. She looked up at the man who had poured his heart and soul out to her, and he looked a little uncomfortable.
“You’re amazing”, she hiccupped and caressed his cheek. “Just when I think I can’t possibly love you more than I already do, you do or say something that proves me wrong.”
Urs managed a smile. He chewed at his lower lip again before he reached inside his pocket and produced a small rectangular box which he gave to her. She took it but didn’t open it.
“Go ahead, open it”, Urs said.
For some reason, Catherine’s hands were shaking, so she had to fumble a bit with the box. She slowly opened it and stared at the beautiful golden ring with marquise and emerald cut diamonds. “Oh my God”, was all she could say. Catherine looked up at Urs, back at the ring and at him again. “What…?” She shook her head, afraid to continue the train of thought that was rushing through her mind.
Urs took the box from her and took her left hand with his free hand. “Remember when I asked you if you wanted it all, Cath? And you said that if you’d ever fall that much in love and he should ask you’d think about it?”
She nodded and tried to keep her heart from bursting. Urs got down on one knee, his eyes never leaving hers. Catherine’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and she just gaped at him.
“Well, Cath”, Urs continued, his voice shaky, “I’m asking.” He took a deep breath and let out the words before courage failed him. “Do you want it all? With me?”
Catherine’s knees buckled, but Urs steadied her. She just stared at him, tears running down her cheeks. “For real?” she finally managed to croak.
“Oh God…” Catherine could see his eyes were full of the love she knew he felt for her, but there was also a flicker of insecurity. “I… I…” She couldn’t hold back a sob and furiously tried to blink away the tears. “Yes”, she whispered.
“Yes?” Urs said. He didn’t dare to believe he had heard her right.
Catherine swallowed and took a couple of deep breaths. “Yes”, she said again with a nod. “Yes, ja, oui, sí, – yes in whatever language you prefer!”
Urs laughed with relief. Then he took the ring out of the box and looked into her eyes again, his expression serious. “Catherine… Will you marry me?”
She nearly screamed out loud, but managed to keep her voice down. “God, yes, Urs! I really, really, really do.”
He slid the ring onto her finger, and it was a perfect fit. Then he got up and hugged her tight. “Thank you”, he whispered. “I love you.”
Catherine looked at the ring on her finger. “This is so totally unbelievable”, she said between sobs. She looked up at her fiancé. “Did you plan this?”
“I’ve been meaning to ask you for some time, but there hasn’t been a right moment until now.”
Catherine shook her head in amazement and snuggled as close to Urs as she could. “Have I told you lately how wonderful I think you are?” she said.
“Well, I think you were quite profuse in your appraisal of me last night”, Urs chuckled.
She looked up at him. “You, Urs Toni Bühler, are the most amazing, wonderful, adorable man I have ever known. I’m so ludicrously happy with you. I don’t know in how many ways you can love someone, but I’m pretty sure I love you in each and every one of them.”
Urs didn’t know what to say to that. So many feelings were vying for room in his heart at that moment – amazement, pride, joy, happiness and most of all love – that he was speechless. He captured Catherine’s lips with his own and tried to convey his feelings for her that way when words failed him.
And there, on a cabin porch beneath the starry Colorado sky, a Swiss singer and a Swedish actress shared their first kiss as fiancé and fiancée, their hearts beating in perfect harmony with each other.
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|Subject: Re: Four Divos and a Diva Thu Feb 17, 2011 7:22 pm|| |
Catherine looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror and shook her head. If someone had asked her six months ago if she thought she would ever get married her answer would have been no, but here she was, only minutes from walking down the aisle.
After the Thanksgiving break in the U.S. they had all gone back to the U.K. to resume the promoting. Il Divo’s new album had been released, and like all their previous albums, it was a hit, reaching number one in several countries. After the attack on Urs, Simon had insisted on heavier security when they were performing, and none of them had complained. Bodyguards were with them all the time making sure the fans didn’t get too close and keeping a very close eye on everyone who wanted an autograph or take a photo.
Urs and Catherine had decided on a very short engagement, finally opting to wed on New Year’s Day in Urs’ hometown of Willisau. Urs hadn’t told anyone he was going to propose, so the announcement of his engagement to Catherine came as a complete surprise for the other Divos and their ladies, but they were all happy for them and gladly accepted the invitation to spend New Year’s in Switzerland.
Catherine had brought Urs to see her family in Sweden during a flying visit right after they had returned to Europe, and Urs had quickly charmed all of them. Catherine’s mother had been a little apprehensive, but when she saw how happy her youngest daughter was she quickly succumbed, and the whole family promised to come to the wedding.
Back in the U.K. the promotion began again with a number of TV shows and interviews. In order to keep the upcoming wedding a secret, Catherine wore her ring on her right hand in public. They wanted as private a ceremony as possible without any media attention, so they all kept their mouths shut.
Catherine and Urs had spent Christmas in both Sweden and Switzerland, both of them getting to know each other’s families better, and like Catherine had predicted, her family welcomed Urs with open arms. And she got along really well with Urs’ family, so neither one of them expected any trouble with the in-laws.
Catherine adjusted her veil and picked up the bouquet with roses, lilies and freesias. One more look in the mirror and she decided she was ready. The dress, which she had designed herself, was ivory-colored and in a quite simple medieval style with a heart-shaped neckline, a rather wide skirt ending in a small train and bell sleeves in lace.
A few minutes later, Catherine’s father came in and told her it was time. The music started, and Catherine took her father’s arm and began the walk towards her destiny.
Urs blinked and swallowed several times when he heard the organ start to play. He slowly turned to face the chapel entrance and looked at the people assembled. The chapel wasn’t very big, so they had only invited the closest family and friends. But that was how both he and his bride wanted it, very small and very private.
He adjusted his tie, earning smiles and giggles from his fellow Divos. They all knew about his problems with that particular item of clothing. He sent them a scorching glare and turned his attention back to the aisle.
The doors opened and Catherine and her father entered, and Urs’ breath caught in his throat. He had always known Catherine would make a stunning bride, but not this stunning. He closed his mouth and managed a smile.
Catherine took her place at Urs’ side and handed her bouquet to her sister, who was maid of honor, and the ceremony began.
Catherine and Urs both had tears in their eyes during the ceremony, and Catherine’s voice faltered when she said her vows while Urs’ was as strong and clear as ever. But his hands were shaking when he put the ring on her finger, and so were Catherine’s when it was her turn.
“I now pronounce you man and wife”, the minister finally said. “You may kiss the bride.”
Urs smiled and gladly did as he was told. When he broke the kiss he looked into his wife’s eyes. “Hello there, Mrs. Johnson”, he whispered.
“Bühler. The name’s Bühler”, Catherine smiled.
Urs wondered why he felt so stupidly happy hearing that she wanted to take his name, but he didn’t have time to think about it as the music started again, and they walked out of the chapel.
~ * ~
Catherine just stared. She had not known where they were going to spend their one-week honeymoon; Urs had refused to tell her anything. They would of course have wanted to be away longer, but when you lived in Divoland you had to make certain concessions.
It was late at night on their wedding day, and they were standing in the lounge of the magnificent chalet in the Alps Urs had rented.
“Of course you got us a chalet”, Catherine said. “Do you remember everything I tell you?”
“I try to”, Urs smiled. “When you mentioned that you liked chalets I just knew that if we ever got married we would spend our wedding night in one.”
“I talked about chalets several months ago, Urs.”
“Just how long have you been thinking about marrying me, really?”
Urs shrugged and smiled disarmingly. “For a while. Since right before the article appeared, actually.”
“Perhaps not actually thinking about proposing to you, but I was definitely thinking that I wanted you in my life for quite some time.”
Catherine snuggled closer into his embrace. “You are so cute.”
“Too bad we only have a week”, he sighed.
“Better make the most of it, then, hubby dearest.”
Urs smiled foolishly at the endearment. “Cath, are you sure you want to take my name?”
“Of course! Why wouldn’t I?”
“Don’t get me wrong, Liebling, I’m very pleased. I just thought... I mean, you’re known as Catherine Johnson, and your career has just started, so don’t you think it will confuse people if you’re suddenly Catherine Bühler?”
“Oh, I just love
the sound of that!” she sighed happily. “I don’t care if people are confused, Urs. And don’t worry about my career, it’s not my number one priority now – you are.”
Urs kissed her tenderly, then he rested his cheek atop her head and sighed again. “Can you believe we’re actually married?” he said.
“You know, technically we aren’t really married yet”, Catherine murmured against his chest.
He looked down at her. “What do you mean?”
“We could still get an annulment without any fuss if we change our minds.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Well, we haven’t consummated our marriage yet, so we can still undo it.”
Urs just stared at her. She looked dead serious.
“Are you having second thoughts already?” His sounded very wary. Then it dawned on him. “Oh, Cath, you have to stop doing this to me”, he groaned. “I’ll never learn how to figure out if you’re serious or not.”
She smiled up at him. “Just my subtle way of saying that you’d better make me your wife properly as soon as possible. Right now, I’m your wife in name only.”
“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” Urs said and took her hand and led her towards the stairs to the loft.
Catherine had never been undressed so slowly, nor had taking her clothes off ever been so excruciatingly erotic. Urs had taken her to the bedroom, which was a rather big room with a rustic and romantic feel that Catherine loved, and there he had gone about his business by starting to take off every item of clothing she had on, all the time kissing her everywhere he could. She wanted to do the same to him, but he wouldn’t let her, so she just let herself get carried away by the beautiful feelings her husband’s touch evoked in her.
Urs slowly eased Catherine’s shirt off her shoulders and sighed with pleasure. She was so beautiful, inside and out – and she was his forever. What on earth had he done to deserve a woman like her? He just shook his head at the miracle standing before him, now wearing nothing but some of the sexiest underwear he could ever remember seeing.
Catherine looked up at Urs with such desire in her eyes he had to use every ounce of self-control he had to keep himself from speeding things up. He was determined to take his time, he wanted to savor every second of this night and make it really special for both of them. He didn’t intend on ever having another wedding night, so he wanted to make it something to remember.
“I love you, Urs.”
Four little words, four words other women had said to him before, but they had never meant more to him. He placed a butterfly kiss on her lips and tried to keep the tears from escaping. “I love you too, Mrs. Bühler”, he whispered and cupped her breasts, gently massaging the nipples.
Catherine shuddered with desire and closed her eyes, letting Urs continue his lovely ministrations. He picked her up and carried her over to the king-size bed where he put her down and laid himself down beside her. He kissed her slowly, but apparently Catherine had had enough of being passive. She quickly flipped him on his back and straddled him, her kisses far more aggressive than his. Urs didn’t hesitate to play along, he remembered their rough night with pleasure and didn’t mind going there again if that was what his wife had in mind.
Catherine didn’t have Urs’ patience with taking clothes off, she quickly got off his knitted sweater and shirt and threw them on the floor.
“Impatient, Mrs. Bühler?” Urs smiled.
“Very, Mr. Bühler. I’ve never been good at being patient.” She shuffled backwards and started unzipping his pants. She eased them off his hips and smiled at the bulge in his boxers, then she pulled of both pants and underwear, letting them join the other garments. “Glad to see I still do it for you, Liebling.”
“You always do it for me, Cath. Always. Come here.” He reached for her, and she willingly snuggled into his embrace.
They lay there holding and kissing each other for a while, just enjoying the moment.
“Is there any particular way in which you wish to become the proper Mrs. Bühler?” Urs asked, idly fondling her breasts.
“I’ll leave that to you, love”, Catherine said and started stroking his cock. “I trust you know how to go about it in the most efficient way.”
Urs smiled and unclasped her bra. “Something blue?” he asked as it dangled from his fingertip. Her bra and panties were made of midnight blue lace, and he really liked the color.
“Of course”, Catherine smiled back. “I didn’t dare mess with tradition.”
Urs let the bra add to the pile of clothes on the floor and then his hands traveled south, sneaking inside her panties, quickly getting them off. “Sorry, Liebe, but I don’t want anything on you tonight”, he whispered. He kissed her and slowly slipped two fingers inside her, picking up a slow and steady rhythm, making Catherine sigh against his lips and immediately start to move against his hand.
Urs lowered his mouth to her breasts and lavished them with licks, sucks and nibbles, and it had the desired effect – Catherine came within seconds. But Urs wouldn’t let her rest, he kissed his way down her body, his fingers never stopping their steady stroking. His tongue found its mark and showed no mercy, causing another wave of desire to flow through her.
“Good Lord”, Catherine groaned, “what are you doing to me?”
“I don’t want there to be any doubt about my dedication to making you my wife”, Urs said with a grin. “I intend to be very thorough.”
Catherine shivered with anticipation and closed her eyes. She heard and felt Urs move, and she opened her eyes again. He had picked up a condom from the bedside table and was about to put it on.
Catherine reached out a hand and stopped him. “Don’t.”
Urs looked up at her. “What?”
“No more protection, Urs.”
He knitted his brows. “We’ve always used…”
“We want a Bühler jr, don’t we?”
Urs’ heart leapt into his throat. “You want to start trying now?” he said.
“I know we haven’t talked about it… All we’ve said is that we want children some day. But you decide, Urs. If you want to wait, that’s okay. There’s no rush, really.”
“You want to try to have my child right away?”
“Yesterday, if I could”, Catherine smiled and sat up. “Liebling, I would be one of the happiest women in the world if I was pregnant with your child, but like I said, I can wait.”
He just looked at her, not knowing what to say. The thought of her carrying his child threatened to overwhelm him, and he couldn’t hold back the tears. “Cath…” His voice broke.
She hugged him close, then she looked at him again. “Don’t be afraid to say that you want to wait, Urs. I will respect your wishes whatever they are. I’m not going to force you into something you’re not ready for.”
“I was ready with Tori”, Urs said. “And believe me, I want it even more with you. So if you’re sure…”
“Not much to discuss, then.” He put the condom back on the bedside table. “Let’s do our best to create a baby Bühler, Mrs. Bühler.” He pretty much tackled Catherine down on the bed and went about his business with the utmost diligence, making sure that after their honeymoon Catherine would no longer be able to say that she was his wife in name only.
~ * ~
Catherine stopped by the display case and let her fingers slowly travel across one of the golden statues, the one that said “Best Actress”. She shook her head in amazement, counting four Academy Awards and three Golden Globes. Never in her wildest dreams had she dared to hope that she would win an Academy Award, and now she had four of them, all for the same movie.
She had cried for an hour when the nominations were announced the week after they had returned from their honeymoon, and she had cried so much at the ceremony she thought she would be dehydrated. Her movie had made a clean sweep, winning every category it was nominated in, including the one for best picture.
The news of her and Urs tying the knot had of course been spread across the world, but the press had been surprisingly considerate, as had the Il Divo fans. Apart from the crazy woman who had nearly killed Urs, they had all accepted Catherine as his new love, and they seemed to like her. And when Urs had posted on the Il Divo website telling everyone he had married Catherine, the forum and Urs’ inbox were full of happy wishes from fans all over the world. And the fans were very nice to her whenever she was with the guys, but she never tried to steal their spotlight. She kept herself in the background, letting the fans get their time with Urs, but they often wanted pictures of them together as well as her autograph, so she usually let them get what they wanted before slipping away so they could have Urs to themselves. She had continued to appear with Il Divo during some of their promotion gigs and shows, but not all of them since the Oscar race had been in full swing meaning a lot of TV shows, interviews and all that again, mostly together with Richard, so she didn’t have the time to perform with them on every occasion.
And it just went on. It was April now, and Il Divo’s album was still doing well, having gone gold and platinum in several countries, and Miranda
was still making a lot of money at the box office after almost a year. Catherine often wondered how long it would last. She wasn’t naïve enough to think it would be like that forever – it had to end sometime. But she sure was going to enjoy it while she could; she knew she would never score such a hit again. She had invested her money wisely, and she and Urs had begun looking for a house. They liked the apartment, but they wanted something bigger, something more in the countryside. Fortunately, they had pretty much the same ideas about what kind of house they wanted, so it would probably not be long before they found something.
“Are you okay, Liebling?” Urs came up to her and kissed her temple.
“I’m fine, just a little tired.”
They had just said goodbye to the last of their guests who had been over to celebrate Catherine’s birthday, and it had been a loud party – not surprising when seven of the guests were accomplished singers and had taken every opportunity to show off.
“Yes”, Urs smiled, “we can certainly be a loud bunch.”
“What did you think of Richard’s voice?”
“Surprisingly rich. When you hear him speak, you don’t expect him to have such a singing voice. But he’s good.”
Catherine smiled and wrapped her arms around her husband. “Can you believe that Carlos will be a father soon?”
Urs snickered. “I actually think he’ll be a great dad. He’ll spoil the baby rotten, of course, but I think he’ll do fine.”
“At least they’re not having twins. He told me it runs in Celia’s family, and he was a little afraid that might be the case.”
“No, he has seen how tired Séb was when his kids were younger, and considering how much Carlos likes to sleep...”
“He’s in for quite a change.” Catherine turned around in Urs’ arms so she had her back at him and took his hands and placed them on her stomach. “And so are you, love.”
“How’s that?” Urs murmured against her neck which he was nibbling at.
She pressed his hands against her still rather flat belly. “You really use live ammo, don’t you, Liebe? It took right away.”
Urs’ lips became still against her skin, and she could feel his breath become unsteady. His hands slowly moved across her abdomen, coming to rest cupped protectively over the small bump he could feel. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” His voice was barely audible.
Urs turned her around to face him again, and he looked intensely at her. “Are we...?” He didn’t finish the sentence.
The smile on his wife’s lips spoke volumes, though. “Yes, we’re pregnant, Urs. You’re going to be a father.”
He sank to his knees, wrapped his arms around her hips and kissed the little bump. He looked up at Catherine with eyes full of tears. “When?”
Urs quickly made the calculation and shook his head. “Mein Gott, you must’ve got pregnant on our honeymoon.”
“Or just after. I didn’t dare to believe it until I had my doctor’s appointment last week and they confirmed it. I made them do the test three times.”
Urs got up and sat down on the couch. “Lieber Gott”, he mumbled. “We’re having a baby.”
Catherine sat down beside him. “I’m sorry I haven’t said anything before, but I wanted to be absolutely sure, and over the danger of an early miscarriage.”
“Now we should really try to find a house. We need a nursery.”
“The baby won’t be here for another six months, Urs. We have plenty of time to find a place.”
Urs kissed her tenderly. “What did I do to deserve you, Cath?”
“I don’t know, but I’m glad you did.”
“Yeah, me too.” He was going to kiss her again but stopped and looked at her. “You can have sex pretty far into a pregnancy, can’t you?”
Catherine laughed. “Yes, you can have sex all through the pregnancy if you want. You just have to be more careful during the last weeks. And some women like sex even more when they’re pregnant...”
Urs saw the mischievous glint in her eye. “Really?” He cocked an eyebrow.
“Yes, and I think I might be one of those women who do...”
“Oh, lucky me, then.”
“Precisely.” Catherine straddled him and proceeded to make him a very lucky man indeed.
~ * ~
Catherine opened her eyes to the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. Urs was sitting by her bed holding his children, and the look on his face was a blend of wonder and love.
She remembered the look on his face when they were told they were having twins, which had been when she was having her first sonogram. And she knew she had looked just as incredulous. As far as she knew, no-one in her family had ever had twins, and Urs couldn’t recollect any in his family either, so it had been a complete surprise. But when they had come out of the shock they had chalked it up to being a Divo thing – like Catherine had said to Carlos it might be contagious among the Divos.
But Carlos had not had twins – Celia had delivered a beautiful little girl in the beginning of May and now, at five months, Elena Marín had her father tightly wrapped around her little fingers. Urs had been right about Carlos spoiling his child.
Urs felt her eyes on him and looked up. “Hello there, Mrs. Bühler”, he whispered. “How are you?”
Catherine sat up in bed. “Tired but happy. You?”
“Still thinking I’m dreaming.” Urs got up and carefully handed her her son. “Are you in pain?”
“No. It throbs a bit, but it doesn’t hurt anymore.” She had been able to have a normal delivery, with her daughter being born about seven hours after she had gone into labor and her son joining his sister only a few minutes later.
She looked down at Urs Toni Bühler jr and carefully caressed the lock of dark hair on his head. Yes, it was like a dream, all right. I guess some people really do have it all,
she thought. Eighteen months ago, she had been totally unknown and very single, and Urs Bühler had been a dream, a fantasy she never thought would become reality. Now she was famous in most parts of the world, married to the man of her dreams and mother of his children. Her life couldn’t possibly be better.
Urs looked at the woman who was his whole world, and his heart threatened to leap out of his chest at the sight of her fondling her newborn son. His son... He looked down at the little bundle in his own arms and found Ina Miranda Bühler looking back at him with slightly slanted eyes so like his own. Urs kissed his precious daughter’s forehead and took one of her tiny hands in his own, and her fingers immediately tightened around his.
Urs shook his head in amazement when he remembered sitting in the movie theater sixteen months ago, grumbling about the guys nagging him into going out. He had not been happy then, he had been heartbroken, grumpy and really not in the mood for anything. But then he had seen Catherine’s movie and been completely fascinated, and then he had met her, and his life changed forever. I guess some people do have it all,
he thought. He had a flourishing career, was pretty well-off, married to the woman he loved and had just become a father.
Yes, Urs Bühler really did have it all. And he was a very happy man indeed.
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|Subject: Good Story Tue Feb 22, 2011 6:14 pm|| |
I really liked your story!!
Hopefully you'll have others to share with us!
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Four Divos and a Diva