Sing for Me

This is Wrong, But Feels Right

The production of "Under the Covers" came to an end, and our illicit affair continued. Cooper would visit my place on his free nights, or if his house happened to be empty for some inexplicable reason, I would sneak over there. The press tour turned out to be an absolute blast. We traveled to different states for weeks on end, and the only people with us were our press teams. Every single night, we found a way to be together.

Cooper pushes me onto the minibar, knocking over several bottles in the process. He thrusts into me, suckling on the tender skin of my neck. I moan out loudly, pleasure flowing. "Mhm, that's right, honey. Sing for me." He praised as he ruts his cock deeper into me. I hold my arms around his neck, clawing at the back of his shoulders. "Coop, fuck. You feel so good!" I throw my head back, and my core tightens. "That's it, baby. Let me feel it. Let go." I look him in the eyes as I release. He smirks, his pace becoming sloppy. He pulls out spraying his hot seed on my stomach. We stay there, catching our breath. I lay my hand on his cheek, pulling him to me. I press a kiss to his lips and nuzzle into him. The warmth would be all I needed in the nights. It was a welcome change from the norm, and I relished in every moment of it. Unlike the usual, when I was left alone to my thoughts and yearnings, I now had him by my side each night, providing me with the warmth and company I craved. The stolen moments we shared, however brief, felt like a precious gift, and I savored every second of them.

We change out of our clothes and settle down on the sofa in the hotel room. The room is filled with a peaceful quiet, the only sound is the soft scratch of my pen against the notebook as I try to compose a new song. I sit across from him, my focus shifting between the lyrics on the page and his presence beside me. Cooper looks at me with a sly grin, beckoning me to move closer to him, "What are you doing all the way over there, huh?" He grabs my thigh and pulls me down the sofa, making me rest my legs over him. I attempt to focus back on my writing, but his touch sends sparks coursing through me. "Trying to write, if you'd excuse me," I reply, trying to sound annoyed despite my amusement.

Cooper swiftly grabs my small notebook, standing up and keeping it beyond my reach. Annoyed, I jump to try and retrieve it, but he skillfully evades my attempts, grinning mischievously. "Hey! That's private!" I exclaim, trying to wrangle the notebook back from him, my efforts falling short due to his playful resistance. Cooper flips through the pages of my notebook, finding a love song among my writings. "A love song, huh?" he says, a teasing smile spreading across his face. He cocks an eyebrow, asking teasingly, "Are you in love, honey?" His warm chuckle echoes through the room, sending a shiver down my spine. I feel my nerves stiffen as he continues to smile at me, making my heart flutter wildly.

I avoid answering his question, feeling a mix of embarrassment and defiance. "It's just for a song," I mutter, trying to downplay the significance of it. I rapidly gather my belongings, eager to leave the room and escape his scrutiny. "I need to go see Louis," I explain, quickly adding the excuse about the stadium. "He said he wanted to take a tour of the place. Could be a good spot for my tour next year." I continue to avoid his gaze as I make a hasty exit, desperate to escape the conversation.

He calls out "Honey," but I can't bear to acknowledge him. "Darlin'," he tries again, but I'm already moving towards the door, eager to escape the situation. I can feel embarrassment and tears welling up in my chest, the tension growing unbearable. With a swift twist, I turn the knob and quickly make my way out of the room, unable to face the situation any longer.

My heart sank as the reality of the situation set in. I had allowed myself to get lost in a fantasy, falling deeper and deeper in love with Cooper. He was charming, considerate, thoughtful, sexy, and a damn good time. But the reality was undeniable - he was married, and that would never change.

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I slip out of my room quietly, but Cooper's door swings open just as I turn the knob. Our eyes meet, and I see the tired expression on his face. He says quietly, "You didn't come back, darlin'. I thought something might've been wrong." I look at him, my heart pounding in my chest. My voice trembles as I murmur, "This is wrong, Cooper."