Hatred With Benefits

F I F T Y - F I V E

EVA.

My heart is racing in my chest as I turn around to see my mother standing by my door with suspicion

clear in her eyes.

"Mom! What are you doing up here?" I greet in a high pitched tone as I pray Emerson is down to the

yard before I move away from the window.

"I heard voices, Eva. Who was in here with you?" Mom ignores my question to throw hers at me and

my throat suddenly closes up at the fact that she caught me red-handed. Not exactly red-handed, but

she heard voices and she saw me by the window.

"Um, I..." I struggle to find my words and mom makes her way inside, shutting the door behind her as

she strides toward me.

"There was no one—" she doesn't listen to me as she peeks behind me to the window before she side

steps me and I bite down on my tongue, tension floating around me.

I turn my body in her direction at the same time she raises her head and I let out a quiet sigh of relief

when she says, "Who was here?"

"Who could have been here? There's no one with me, mom. " I tell her and she gives me a look of

disbelief before she gazes down my window again.

"Mom. " I call and she raises her head, moving away from the window.

"I heard another voice with yours, Eva. I can almost swear I saw a shadow and it wasn't yours. " She

explains and I shake my head, grabbing onto her hand as I guide her to my bed.

"You saw wrong. I was alone. " I assure her and she raises a brow, "Are you sure you weren't sneaking

a guy up here?"

"Of course not, " I deny and she narrows her eyes. "The strange noises that come from–"

"Mom! There's no one in my room, and I told you those strange noises are from the movies I watch. I

was standing by the window for a take of the fresh air. " The words easily leave my mouth and mom

stares at me for seconds before she drops her shoulders.

"Okay, I believe you if you say so. I came to say goodnight since you weren't downstairs. " She smiles

at me as she grabs my hands and I match her smile with one of mine before I move into her arms and

let her give gentle pats on my back.

"Let me know if anything is disturbing you, " she whispers and I raise my head from her chest to meet

her eyes, "Why do you sound like that? I'm fine. "

"I know, " she chuckles as she cups my face in her hands. "You just rarely talk to me about things these

days, like you used to and I thought maybe– just maybe you are falling back into that place. " There's a

pain in her eyes and pain in her voice, and it makes my heart arches. The thought that she felt I wasn't

close enough to her.

"Never, mom. " I assure her, pushing into her hold. "I'm fine. I'm at peace. I haven't talked to you

because I have no troubles to share. You've helped me out of it and I'm doing alright. "

"Is that right? You don't think—" she doesn't complete her words as tears shine through her orbs and I

say, "Please, don't. I'm sorry I made you think that way and made you worried about me, but you have

nothing to be worried about; I promise. The second anything happens, I'll always come to you and you

know that. "

She nods at my words and brings me into her arms again, her chest falling in a sigh as she brushes my

hair. "I'm happy to hear those words from you. "

"I know, so please don't let me see your tears. It hurts. " I whine and she drags my body back to place

a kiss on my forehead before she says, "I won't, baby. You'll never see them. You have no reason to. "

With another kiss, she smiles before she jerks her head to the side.

"You should head to bed. "

"You should leave. " I say and she hums, "I should, but I want to watch over you. "

"Mom. You should go—"

She doesn't let me finish my words before she cuts in. "I want to watch you sleep, Eva. It's been a

while. "

With a nod of my head, I take a peek at my window before I slide further away from mom, and move

under the duvet while she sits by my side with her eyes not leaving me.

"Sweet dreams, baby. " She coos and I give her a soft smile before I close my eyes and turn to lay on

my side, forcing myself to sleep in the presence of my mother, instead of the embrace of Emerson

Ford.

√THREE DAYS LATER.

"It's like you're leaving all over again. " Mom says as she stands in front of me with a frown on her face.

"Should I stay back for the next break so we wouldn't have to do this?" I joke with a soft smile and she

shakes her head, striding closer to pull my cheek. "Take care of yourself, hmm?"

"You too, mother. Don't start engaging in stressful things just because I'm gone. " I tell her and she

nods, spreading her arms for another hug and I move into her open arms, staying for a few seconds

before I'm pulled back by the sound of dad's voice.

"Easy with the guys, Eva. "

"No promises, mother. " I wink and throw her a flying kiss before I walk out of the house, and climb into

dad's car.

The journey starts and ends in comfortable silence before we're in front of my apartment, and a smile

crosses my lips at the sight of Emerson's car parked in its usual spot as I move out of dad's car and

send him off with a wave.

"I thought I'd be first. " I mutter under my breath as I stroll to the front door.

I jump in surprise as Emerson's body collides into mine the minute I walk through the door, causing my

backpack to drop from my hold.

"How long have you been standing there?" I question when he wraps his arms around me.

"Long enough to see your Daddy drop you. " He answers and I lean back to throw him a pointed look.

"Don't start with Daddy's jokes. "

"I won't. " He chortles as he presses his face into my hair, breathing me in. "I've missed you. "

"We saw last night, Emerson. " I remind him of the fact that I had to drag his ass off my bed to get him

to leave.

"You threw me out of there. " He complains when he removes his face from my side to meet my eyes

and I say, "You wouldn't leave otherwise. I think your obsession with me is becoming stronger, Ford. "

"And you're taking a great joy in that, aren't you?" He accuses and I drop my hands to his shoulders,

"Yes. I love the fact that you're obsessed with me. "

"You know what would make me more obsessed?" He lowers his voice and I don't need further words

from him before I slide my hands down his shoulders and fist my hands into the front of his shirt to yank

him closer.

"I knew it the moment I walked through that door. " I whisper before I capture his lips in mine. Emerson

doesn't waste another second before he drops his hands to my ass, and lifts me off my feet, wrapping

my legs around him. He lets me take control of the kiss, lowering his guard for me to do as I wish and I

take great pleasure in doing so. I bite and suck, till I feel the numbness of my lips against his but that

doesn't stop me from wanting more, nor does it stop the explosion of heat in my lower belly or the loud

beats of my heart in my chest.

Emerson gives and I take. I cause and he acts. Swallowing each sound before it gets to leave his

throat, with him doing the same to mine as he squeezes my ass roughly in his grip, making me soak

my panties with just a few minutes in his hold.

"My room or yours?" Emerson breaths down my neck when we finally halt the kiss to take a second to

restore what's needed.

"Yours. " His. I want to be surrounded by everything and anything that's Emerson Ford. I want him to

ram his dick inside where it aches for him on the softness of his bed with his eyes on me, his hands on

me, his lips on me, his presence and smell surrounding me. His space and his air. I want everything.

Emerson's lips are back on mine as he leads the way to my request and I hear the shut of the door

before my back crashes against the frame. He's snatched the control from me now, his mouth fast and

aggressive against mine as he takes more than I'm able to give and I know I'm getting the wicked

shade of Emerson Ford.

He carries me to his bed and I can barely keep up with his movements as he gets rid of his clothes

along with mine, before he retrieves a condom from the side.

"Want to do it?" He offers as he rips the packet and brings out the rubber. Accepting his offer, I take it

from him and roll the rubber down the impressive length of his cock, anticipation dripping between my

thighs as Emerson hugs my body to his before he thrusts inside my wetness, slamming inside in one

painfully sweet movement.

"Fuck–" I let out a cuss, my hands going to his hair and I grip onto the end of his locks, hard enough to

hear Emerson say, "Yes, that's right baby. Grip my hair and scream for me. "

It's like my body automatically complies with his command as I grip his hair tighter— the way I know he

loves and wants— and call out his name in heavy breathes as he takes every fraction of my body and

makes it his at this moment.

He takes everything I have to offer, but gives even more till I no longer recognize the moans that are

from me, and the ones that are from him. Till I can no longer say which heartbeats I'm listening to, till I

can no longer tell where he touches stays or leaves, and till he consumes my very being, bringing

sweet, sizzling pleasure with him.

~

Emerson walks out of the bathroom in his boxers and surprise masks his expression as his eyes move

across my body.

"Is that my shirt?" He lifts a brow as he stalks towards the bed, and settles by my side. I look down at

my body, and smooth a hand down the material before I meet his gaze and hum, "It is? Do you want

me to take it off?"

Emerson doesn't say a word as he expertly throws a leg over my side to settle between my thighs. He

wraps his hands around my arms to lift my body against the headboard before he glides down my

body, sensations sparking through me as he wanders his forefinger across my naked thigh.

"Mhmm—" I moan, my eyelids shutting as Emerson lowers his head to my thighs and brushes his nose

against it. "That feels good. " I tell him as he repeats the action before slipping his hand between my

legs, lazily dragging it forward till he's met with the slim of my wetness.

I open my eyes when his voice echoes around me, "No, I don't want it off. You look so fucking sexy in

it. " He whispers as he pushes himself forward and I lift my hands to his waist, sliding it to his ass to

press him against me as Emerson skims his hand to the open space of the shirt.

"You make it so easy, Eva, " he says when he meets my eyes, tracing circles across the skin of my

chest before his touch drops to the side, rubbing the side of my breasts. "You make it so fùcking easy

to desire you all over again. Can you feel how hard I am?" To prove his point, he adjusts his stance

over my body and I feel the length of his hardened cock against the side of my thigh through the

boxers.

I grip his ass and dart my tongue to his lips, dragging it across the lower one to wet it before I pull back

to say, "Doesn't sound like a bad thing. "

He lets out a chuckle followed by a sigh before he drops his head. He parts the shirt wider and leaves a

kiss on the middle of my chest, another on my right nipple and the final one on my collarbone, my body

humming in satisfaction with each press of his lips to my skin before he raises his head and lifts his

hand to my face.

"I'm famished. What do you want for lunch?" He questions as he brushes my cheeks and a smile

climbs on my face, "You're being gentle. "

"Thought you would appreciate it after the damage I just did to your pussy. " He speaks with pride

dripping from his words and I snicker, "There wasn't much damage done, Emerson. "

"Is that your way of asking me to fuck you again?" He lifts a teasing brow and I shake my head, "I

wouldn't have to ask if I want you to fuck me; I would take it. "

"I'm starting to think you're using me for my body, Eva. " He jokes and I nod, "Why else do you think I'm

here?"

There's a short silence as Emerson's touch shifts to my chin, and he closes his lips over mine for a

sweet, short kiss that leaves me wanting more as soon as his lips are detached from mine.

"Because you can't help but fall for this guy. " He responds to my earlier playful taunt and I click my

tongue as I move my hand from his ass to his back, fingers digging into his bare flesh, "Everything, but

the truth, Emerson. "

He laughs and presses another short kiss to my lips, "Tell me what you want for breakfast now before I

change my mind and make you into my meal. " His voice shifts into a baritone and I gaze down to the

space between our bodies, making sure Emerson's eyes follow mine.

"I don't mind it if you decide to feast on me. " I tell him and I watch the bob in his throat shift as he takes

a swallow before he drops his hand from my face. He supports his weight with his other hand pressed

to my side as he lowers the first between my thighs and brushes his thumb gently against my core.

"More. " I demand, tailing my hands to the back of his head.

"How much more? This more?" I feel the press of his thumb to my clit, and the small not so innocent

touch is enough to make a full shudder roll over my body.

"No. Much more. Much more than that. " I answer in a pleading tone and a tiny smirk appears on his

face as he drags his forefinger from the tip of my clit to the end of my core, making me drip more into

his hand.

"That more?" Emerson has the audacity to tease me, with the satisfying smirk accompanying his sexy

features and no longer able to hold it back, I drop a hand to my thigh and take Emerson's in mine as I

make him brush two of his fingers across my throbbing pussy.

"Mhmm... That more. Enough for me to pant your name, Ford. " I say with my eyes fixed on him and

that seems to be the only encouragement he needs as he thrusts a finger inside my wet core.

"Do it, Eva. I want you to pant my name just like you said. " He mutters, not keeping his eyes off me

and I whimper as Emerson keeps on with the dirty torture.

"Yes, Em. So good. It feels... Hmm—" I let out a cry of pleasure when Emerson curls his finger inside

me, his knuckle hitting the specific spot that turns my body into a trembling mess.

"Oh fuck. " I let out a harsh breath as my relief hits me in heavy waves and Emerson slips his finger out

of my pussy before he moves from my legs.

"Worn out?" I turn my head to the side to see him on the other side of the room.

"To a certain point. " I answer and he comes back with a shirt in hand. He moves back to the previous

spot and spreads my legs, then he wipes the mess between my thighs with his shirt.

"It's hard to ignore when you tempt me with everything you do, Eva. " He gets off the bed again to keep

the shirt in the basket before he returns to me.

"It's no fun if you ignore. " Emerson's head snaps to me and a proud smile rests on his lips before he

grabs his pants from the floor.

I watch as Emerson slips his legs into his pants and fastens the buttons. He pats the back and front

pockets before he turns to me.

"Come on. I'll make your food. " He says and I lift my hands. Confusion masks his face before

understanding settles on his features and Emerson chuckles, "You want me to carry you, Eva?"

I blink twice and he just stands there, staring at me with amused eyes before his chest falls in a sigh

and he walks to my side.

"Considering what I just did, I'll give you what you want but don't expect this often, Carson. " He lets out

as he slides his hand under my arm and leg, bringing me out of bed and into his warmth.

I turn in his hold and lock my hands around his neck with my legs around him.

"You're being a baby right now, do you know that?" Emerson mocks as I press my face into the side of

his neck while he brings us out of the room.

"I feel so relaxed, " I mumble into his neck, brushing my lips against the skin and earning a groan from

Emerson, "You shouldn't do that if you don't want me to drop you, Carson. "

"Turned on by the slightest of touches, Ford?" I tease him as I give a swipe of my tongue across his

earlobe, earning another painful sound– painful in a good way.

"I get fucking hard by the mere sight of you; touching is worsening it all. " He confesses as he resumes

his steps and I let out a chuckle before dropping my head to his shoulder again.

It isn't long before we get to the kitchen and Emerson drops me on the counter.

"Pasta?" He asks as he moves to the other side but keeps one hand on my thigh.

"Yes. I'll help–" I offer and attempt to jump off the counter, but Emerson tightens his grip on my thigh,

keeping me still.

"You won't, " he declares. "You'll sit there and watch me and I'll note each clench of your thighs plus

each thick breath you take because the sexy sight of me is fucking with your brain. "

"You compliment yourself too much than you deserve, Emerson. " I tell him and he jerks a shoulder. "I

know what I'm capable of. "

Then he leaves to gather the necessary utensils and ingredients needed for the dish.

"We have sauce?" Emerson asks and he doesn't wait for my response before he strolls to the freezer

to confirm and he comes back to the counter with a jar in hand. He drops it to the side, and places the

pot with water over the stove.

"What?" I ask when he returns to his spot between our legs with hands on my thighs.

"Nothing, " he smiles as he ruffles my hair, then pulls away when I throw him a glare. "Just thinking

about how sexy you look in my shirt. "

Excitement booms within me, and I clear my throat to stop the shyness threatening to overwhelm me.

"Who the fuck are you and what in the hell have you done to annoying Emerson Ford?"

Emerson laughs before he grabs my hand and places it over his chest. "He's fighting to be let out. He

cringes at every sweet word I say to you. "

"Let him out. " I tell him as I rub his chest. "He's my favourite part of you. " There's the silence after my

words, and I swallow down my throat as Emerson takes a glance at my lower face. My lips quiver in

anticipation as he edges closer and I hold my breath as I wait for him to take what we both want, but

one last step to it; Emerson's phone vibrates, interrupting the moment.

He stops with his face only inches away from mine, and looks down at his pants.

"You should take it. " I tell him, barely recognizing my voice with the thickness and the unhidden desire

that's laced through it.

"I will, " he responds and raises his head. He softens his lips to mine for two seconds before he draws

back, and throws me a soft smile then he retrieves his phone from his pant pocket.

My breath comes out in short pauses as I look down at Emerson's phone, my stomach dropping at the

sight of the name across the screen. That drop broadens when Emerson takes a step away from me,

letting my hand fall from his chest as the smile wipes from his face.

"Um– you should look after that. I need to take this. " And he walks out of the room without another

word.

I bite down on my lips and look away from his faded figure as I try not to dwell on the thought that NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Emerson had to leave to receive a call from Paige.