Cooper (New York Players #2)

by Lulu Moore

“Je n’ai jamais rien voulu autant que je te veux. Tu me rende dingue.”

“There’s only one thing I want,” Cooper said so quietly only I could hear it as he pinned me with his glare.

“Bébé tu es tellement parfait,” I whispered against her lips. “I have to say, the French is sexy. I do like that.” When she grinned at me my heart nearly split in two, as though it was the first smile there ever was.

Drew ran his hands through his hair, his shoulders dropping. “I met a girl and lost her number.” Fucking hell. These boys. Although I’d never seen them get bothered about losing a number, they’d just go and find another one. “Where?” I buttered a piece of toast and bit into it. He sighed. “In Vegas.”

“Tell me what’s wrong.” “I’m not bloody bringing you again, productivity drops to zero.” He chuckled. “Now tell me the real reason.” Ugh, how is it impossible to lie to him? He’s so fucking annoying. “I didn’t like everyone staring at you, like they wanted a piece of you,” I mumbled. He reached out and pulled my face round to his. “Baby, it doesn’t matter who stares, I only have eyes for you.”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. She winds me up so much, she’s fucking infuriating. And she’s always getting pissed at me for ridiculous reasons. But then she looks at me as though I’m the only man on earth, and I’m a goner. It’s like I’ve only just realized I’ve been missing something my entire life.”

“Best I’ve ever had. Mind blowing. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced.” He slapped my face before kissing my cheeks, like we were in the Godfather and he was Marlon Brando. “Welcome to the club.” “Fuck off,” I grinned. “When are you going to tell her?” I frowned. “Tell her what?” “That you love her.”

“I’m sorry about what Murray said. Please don’t be mad at me.” “I’m not, really.” He gave a half smile. “Because you know you’re the only one my dick gets hard for.” “Wow, that’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.” My eyes rolled as my hands moved around his neck.

“Sleep tight, baby.” I kissed her head. “Sleep tight, Coop. I love you,” she mumbled. My body stilled. Did I just hear that right? She loved me. She said I love you. She loved me.

January 27th was the day you sent me my first ever playlist. It was made up of your favorite British bands. The first song on there was Wonderwall by Oasis. We had a big game that night against Philly, and I listened to it all day. I scored four goals. I’m not saying it was because of the playlist, because I know it wasn’t. It was because of you. You’re my Wonderwall, Tiny.

I never realized how much I loved you until I left. It took me a little bit of time to get there, but I’m here now, and I’m never leaving again. Please forgive me. Please come back to me and make me whole again. I love you with all my heart and soul, forever. Coop xxxx