Hatred With Benefits novel Chapter 64

EMERSON.

I'm quick to raise my head from the steering wheel at the vibration of my phone, and I move over the divider to grab it; the previous disappointment washing through me when I see it's a text from Hanna, and not who I expected.

"Where are you, Eva? Please, don't do this to me. " I mumble under my breath as I scroll to the last text I sent her. Delivered, but left unread.

DIVA: You're making me fucking worried about you. You can't just do this, Carson. Just come back, please. I'll head out if you want me to; I just need to make sure you're safe.

I hit send before my eyes drift to the time and it reads eleven.

"Maybe she went back home. " I give into that thought, and throw my phone to the side to start the engine as I drive in the direction of home.

I almost trip over my seatbelt as I attempt to climb out of the car. With a sound of frustration, I unfasten the seatbelt and make my way to the front door.

"Eva!" I shout as I walk inside the house, to be met with total silence.

"Eva, are you back?" I call again, but the echoes I get back are only that of my voice.

My chest falls in a sigh as I close the door behind me and slide back against it, my hands moving to my hair. "Please. Please, don't do this to me. "

When I lift my head, my eyes catch the sight of her bag by my side, and I grab it; the knowledge that she left without it settling within me.

I look through her bag, and there's no sight of her phone so she left with it. And I have no fucking idea where she is.

"I'm so sorry, Diva. I'm so fucking sorry for not listening to you. It won't happen again; just, please. Come back home. I won't be at rest until I know you're fine. I can't. " I bury my face in the bag and take in several breathes of the smell attached to it. Her typical intoxicating fragrance only makes my heart arch more.

After several minutes of sitting there with the bag clutched to my chest, I move to my feet and make my way toward her room.

It's unlocked and I easily slip inside, the familiarity of her softness welcoming me as I stride towards her bed. I fall on it with my chest to the bed and the bag in between, letting my legs dangle off the edge.

"Eva, " I let out a call of her name as I spread my hands across the sheets, knowing she should be here. We should be in this bed together with our bodies tangled as I perform one of my favourite routines of getting her to sleep. Her warmth should be around me, her touches should be on my skin and my chest should be glued to hers; not the bag.

The look of pure horridness that's always present on her face whenever she wakes up in the middle of the night without me by her side crosses my mind and that coupled with the thought that something terrible could happen to her because I was foolish enough to let this situation arrive, make me rise to my feet. I leave the bag behind and make my way out of her room, grabbing my keys in the living room as I walk out of my house to continue my search for my woman.

I won't come back without her. I won't stop until I find her; I can't. Not when she's out there in the middle of nowhere, all alone.

EVA.

"I can't believe you won't go home to take your stuff. How about what you'd use for today's classes?" Aliya asks as she walks inside the room, returning from her bath.

"I'll use yours. We're already running late. " I tell her as I turn away from her to grab my phone, the only device that I managed to take with me, and solely because it was in my pants pocket. Not that it's of any use if it's dead.

"And you're putting on your clothes from last night?" She points out as she strides to her dressing table and I gaze down at my body before I hum, "I don't see anything wrong with it. It's only been worn once. "

"You could take my clothes, you know. " She says as she turns back in her seat to point to her closet and I shake my head, "You're like the twice of me?"

A frown covers her face. "Are you trying to say I'm fat?"

"I'm not trying to say you're fat. I'm saying you're fat. " I tell her with a raise of my shoulder and she says, "Bitch, we're literally of the same weight! How the fuck am I fat?"

"You've gained weight, Lia. How has that gone past your notice?" I let out a chuckle and her frown deepens as she turns to the mirror in front of her, her hands sliding down her arms to the sides before she turns back to me and mutters, "I'm not fat. "

"Oh, yes you are baby. " I tease her with a hint of a smile playing by the corners of my lips and Aliya grabs the top on the table. I dodge just in time to miss it as she aims it at me and I let out a laugh as I straighten up again.

"See? Too fat to even throw things at me. " I taunt her and she sneers, "Call me fat one more time and I'll make you pay for it. "

I grab the cloth that's by my side, and take a sniff before I pull it back and throw it at her. It ends up covering her face and I say, "Fat. "

"Bitch. " She groans as she pulls the cloth from her face, and as she moves from her seat, the door opens, revealing Maria.