Hatred With Benefits novel Chapter 3

EVA.

Being in the same room with Emerson Ford is never a good option. We can't stay around each other without having a clash, and this... I saw this coming the moment I walked through the door and sighted him with his friends.

I haven't been in the same room with Emerson since we graduated high school. And that's right; I went to the same high school with the guy I hate so much. With the ever-flowing rage between us, being miles apart from each other is the best thing that could ever happen, but somehow someway– we always end up in the same area.

The office. School... My house.

This is a scenario that's occurred over too many times. Emerson staring down at me with that annoying smirk on his face, and me fuming in anger, wishing I could throw my fist in his face and restructure the sight I hate so damn much– not that I haven't tried several times.

"What did you just say?" I lift my brows and Emerson rolls his eyes, "So you've turned dumb along with being daft, Carson?" I hate it. I hate the sound of my name rolling off his tongue, but even more... I hate him so much.

"I do not have your time tonight. " I tell him and he hums, nodding his head. "Too busy looking for someone to fuck?"

"I wouldn't see how that's of your concern. "

"Did you enjoy it, Carson?" He abruptly says and I lift my brows in confusion. Emerson chuckles and shuffles closer. "Did you enjoy the show from last night? I could sense you did judging by the way you stood there. "

At the mention of the previous night, I take a step away and Emerson's eyes fall to the move before he meets my eyes again; a taunting smirk on his face.

"Did you want me to enjoy it?" I retort.

"We both know what I want is far from that, Carson. Does your daddy know? That you loved watching his rival's son fuck?"

"I'm starting to think you're obsessed with my father, Ford. " I fold my arms against my chest and I ignore the way his eyes not so subtle falls to my chest before he meets my gaze again.

He shrugs. "We both know that's far from the truth, Carson. "

"As I said; Fuck. Off. " It's the only response I give before I turn to walk again, but once again... He stops me.

"What are you doing here? I bet your father would have never let you out, considering how you're a daddy's little girl—" I hate hearing those words, and Emerson knows it, which is why he uses it at every chance he gets. "Matt would never let his little pet come out to a place like this. "

Turning around, I give the words that I know would hit him as twice as he just did to me.

"At least my father cares about me because I'm not a huge disappointment like you are to your big man. "

It's my turn to smirk as I watch his face drops, and his hands curl into a ball. The taunts in his eyes have germinates from seed and grown to a goddamn tree of rage and fury, and I feed on it like a hungry woman.

This is what we do to each other. We use our troubles against each other till the anger that surges between them turns into something neither of us can handle. The wickedness that neither of us has any control over and the strong urge of wanting to hurt the other person.

"Stay out of my business, Emerson. " It's the last thing I tell him before finally moving down the hallway, and leaving a damaged Ford behind.

"Wow, girl! What happened? You looked pissed. " Aliya shouts over the loud music as I take my seat next to her, and empty the content in my glass.

"Emerson happened. " I seethe and she sighs, "Did you guys have a run in again?"

"He showed up while I was in the middle of getting fucked. I swear, that guy pisses me off so much. "

Aliya chuckles and places a hand on my shoulder. "I know, babe. You tell me that every time, but that's not the only thing he did, is it?"

I meet her eyes and soften my gaze. "He called me a daddy's girl. You know how much I hate being called that. " I hiss and Aliya nods, giving small pats to my shoulder.

"Well... Judging by the way he's glaring at you; I can tell you aren't the only one who left pissed. " She says, looking behind me and I turn back to meet Emerson's eyes. He has a cup in hand, a girl between his thighs and his eyes on me.

"I can feel the tension, Evie. Calm the fuck down. " Aliya whispers and I nod, breaking the contact with him.

With a deep breath, I move off my feet and Aliya's eyes follow me. "Where are you going?"

"To make sure Emerson Ford doesn't get the chance to ruin my night. Not this time. "

She grins widely, "That's the spirit, girl! Go off! Damn, I'm so proud of you. "

I roll my eyes and make my way to the dancing floor.

That asshole has ruined enough of my night.