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“Coop, no baby, come on. I did this for you … for us.” I feel him go rigid behind me.
“What the fuck did you just say? You attacked my girlfriend for me? I knew you were one crazy bitch, but I didn’t think you were this fucking crazy. She will be pressing charges and you better believe I will be too. If you ever come anywhere close to my bar or my girl again, I promise you it won’t be her who is in
need of medical assistance.” He gently brushes the hair off my face. “Emma, do you need me to take you to the hospital?” I clear my throat before I try to speak.
“No. I don’t need to go. I’m alright.” He kisses my head and searches my eyes.
“Are you sure you’re not hurt?” This causes more tears to start falling and he holds me against him. “Oh doll, I’m so sorry.” Just then the cops come rushing into the dark hallway.
“What’s going on here, Cooper?” He explains everything to them. They already put handcuffs on her, but they want to hear my side. I tell them everything from her showing up at my apartment to attacking me in the hallway.
“She came to your apartment?” Cooper shouts, never once letting go of me. I just shake my head. “How the fuck did you know where she lives?” he growls out. Shelly, who is now crying, looks over at him. “Fucking tell me!”
“Easy, Cooper,” says one of the cops. “Shelly, we need to know how you knew where Miss Harris lives.” She lets out a sob before answering.
“My friend, Tracy, works with her. She told me. She told me everything.” That fucking conniving bitch. It all makes sense now. I told her that Cooper and I hadn’t had sex yet when I was defending our relationship. She’s the one who told Shelly. I feel like a complete fool for letting her get into my head.
Once the cops are gone and I convince them I don’t need medical attention, Cooper scoops me up in his arms. “Roy, Levi, handle the bar. The band’s money is on my desk. I’ve got to take care of Emma.” He doesn’t wait for a reply, he just carries me up to his apartment. When we get into his apartment, he carries me straight to the bathroom. He flips on the light with his elbow and sets me down on the toilet. Neither of us have said a word yet. He reaches over and begins to fill the tub. Once he has the water to the temperature he wants, he turns to face me. “Emma, I’m so sorry I let this happen. I promise you it will never happen again.” I begin to cry, not because of his sweet words or even being attacked. I cry because I let her get the best of me. I let her get into my head, making me believe this amazing man would do anything like that to me. He’s not Ben. He kisses my head. “Let me help you, please. I need to make sure you aren’t hurt.” He gently pulls off my boots and socks, dropping them on the floor. He carefully checks both of my legs for any injury. He gently pulls my dress off of me, leaving me completely exposed to him except for my panties. Normally, he would be all over me, but not this time. He is lovingly checking every inch of my body. Slowly running his hands on me, he doesn’t take his eyes off of me. “You’ve got to tell me honestly Emma, does anything hurt?” I want to say my heart, but I don’t. He is now searching my eyes with a look of absolute heartbreak on his face. He has his hands on my thighs and is running his thumbs up and down.
“My head hurts.” That’s the truth. Between her pulling my hair and me hitting it when I fell, it is killing me. I’m sure my crying before and after isn’t helping. He leans over, turning off the tub. It is such a beautiful bathroom. It is twice the size of mine and the tub is enormous.
“Stand up, doll.” I do and he pulls my panties off. “Climb in the tub.” I start to lift one leg and he wraps his arm around my waist. “Careful. Let me help.” He ever so gently sets me in the tub. The water feels fabulous. I close my eyes against my aching head and the warmth of the water enveloping me. Cooper startles me when he climbs in behind me. “Sit forward, doll. I’m going to take care of everything.” He climbs behind me situating me between his legs with my back pressed against his solid chest. He grabs a washcloth and applies his soap to it. Without a word spoken between us, he begins washing me. He gently washes my arms and legs. He applies more soap before washing my chest and moving down to my breasts. He slowly washes them before continuing down to my stomach. “Sit forward a little, doll.” I do, and he moves my hair then washes my back. “Okay, lie back.” Every time he speaks, it is softly, gently. It is making me realize what an unbelievable ass I am for believing Shelly to begin with. He takes the washcloth and begins to wash between my legs. There is absolutely nothing sexual about the way he is washing me. He is caring for me and it is my undoing. The tears start slowly and silently, but a sob I didn’t expect rips out of me. “Oh Emma, talk to me.” He is running his hands up and down my arms soothingly while nuzzling the side of my head.
“It’s my fault. All of this. Shelly came to my apartment and told me that you guys were still together. That you spent your days with me but your nights with her. She knew things, private things, and I believed her. I’m so sorry, Cooper. I’m sorry I caused this scene in your bar, that you are missing work because of me, all because of my insecurities.” I am full-blown crying hysterically now. Never once does he stop the soothing rubbing of my arms.
“Doll, you have nothing to apologize for. You did what you thought you needed to do. You did not cause this to happen. Shelly is a twisted bitch that is always trying to fuck with me. You have absolutely every right to have insecurities after what that asshole did to you, but I’ve already told you this and I need you to believe me. I will never, ever, cheat on you. You need to believe me, doll, or this will never work. As far as being sorry that I am here taking care of you instead of at the bar, that is absurd. In the short amount of time that we’ve known each other, you’ve become very important to me. I will always take care of you, I promise you that.” I turn my head so that my lips meet his. He is usually the one to initiate, so when I lick the seam of his lips seeking permission, he growls before our tongues meet. I hope that I am able to express to him with this kiss just how sorry I am and just how much he means to me. He breaks the kiss and smiles at me. He kisses my nose before running his hand down my face. We are lost in each other’s gaze. “I need to finish washing you, doll. I still need to wash your hair, so I need you to put your head back a bit.” This man is beyond perfection. No one has ever treated me like this, with such tender loving care. I put my head back and he dumps water on it until it is thoroughly wet. He then applies the shampoo.
“Ouch.” He stops immediately.
“Shit, I’m sorry. Where does it hurt? Point to it for me.”
“It is the entire back of my head, here.” I point to where it hurts. He starts moving hair out of the way trying to check for injuries.
“I can’t see with all this soap. I’m going to have to rinse it. I’ll do it really carefully. Let me know if it hurts.” I put my head back and he rinses all the shampoo out without causing me any pain. Once it is all out, he has me put my head down so he can see easier. “Aww doll, it is all red and I can see a small bump from where you hit your head. Let’s get you out of here. I’m going to feed you and get you some ibuprofen.” He kisses my head and climbs out of the tub. I can’t help but ogle him. His perfectly painted, muscular body is like looking at a beautiful piece of art. His tight ass and that incredibly large cock make me want to pay them the attention they deserve. I’m broken out of my trance when he chuckles. “Doll, this is not the time.” I smile up at him while he wraps a towel around his waist. He lifts me from the tub, wrapping me in a soft white towel. Just as gentle as he has been all night, he dries me off. He carefully dries my hair as well. When he is satisfied, he wraps the towel around me. I smile at him.
“Thank you.” He quickly kisses me.
“You never need to thank me for taking care of you. Now let’s get you in something comfortable, so I can feed you.” He scoops me up and I laugh.
“I can walk, Cooper.” He winks at me but doesn’t say a word. I’ll admit being pressed against his bare chest feels amazing. He carries me into his bedroom and sits me down on the bed. He walks over to his dresser and pulls out a shirt and two pairs of boxers. He drops his towel and pulls on a pair then a pair of blue plaid pajama pants. He makes his way back to me. “I know this stuff will be enormous on you, but at least it will be comfortable.” He squats in front of me and pulls the boxers up my legs. I lift my ass so he can pull them all the way on. He removes my towel and very carefully places the shirt over my head. He takes my hands to help me stand. We both laugh because I am swimming in his shirt. It is past my knees and falling off my shoulder. I reach under and roll the top of the boxers so that they fit a bit better.
“This is a new look.” He lifts me up and carries me to the living room.
“I like seeing you in my shirt, doll.” He sits down with me in his lap. “Alright, what do you want to eat? I don’t have much here, but I can run out real quick.” I think for minute.
“Mmmm … how about pepperoni pizza?” I’m rewarded with his smile.
“You got it.” He lifts me off of him, placing me on the couch. “I just want you to take some medicine before I leave. Hang tight.” He goes to the bathroom before grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge. He hands me the pills and water. I swallow them down and chug the water.
“Thank you.” He kisses my lips and my forehead.
“I’ll be back in twenty minutes. Here is the remote, watch whatever you want. I’ll lock the door behind me. Don’t open it for anyone. I have a key. Please just relax.” He goes to shove his wallet in his pants when he realizes he has pajama pants on. “Shit. I should change.” I giggle at him while he rushes off to the bedroom. I turn the TV on and curl my feet under me. I flip through the channels and end up stopping on FRIENDS. I fucking love this show. Cooper comes out of the bedroom looking sexy as sin with a blue T-shirt on and a pair of worn-in jeans. He looks at the TV then over to me with his eyebrows raised.
“What? FRIENDS is the fucking bomb.” He chuckles while he pushes his wallet and phone into his pockets.
“If you say so. Alright, I’m going to get pizza. Please don’t open this door for anyone. I’ll be right back.” He comes over to press a quick kiss to my lips. He pulls back just staring at me, waiting for a reply, I assume.
“Okay, I promise I won’t open the door. Don’t worry about me, Cooper, I’ll be fine.” He shakes his head as he stands up.
