Hatred With Benefits novel Chapter 9

EVA.

"Try not to kill him. " Aliya laughs before she ends the call and I text the woman.

ME: Hi. GoodDay, there's an issue with the apartment. I suppose you said my roommate will be a lady?

I chew on my lips as I stare at the screen, waiting for a reply.

Her response comes second later.

APARTMENT: Oh right, Miss Carson. I'm extremely sorry to have not notified you instantly. The girl bailed and luckily, I got another roommate for you right after her. Is there any problem with your new roommate?

Any problem? There's a lot of fucking problems!

I hiss in annoyance and stop myself before I send something stupid. Tossing the phone to the side, I move out of bed.

I slide my feet into the slippers and walk out of the room, moving towards the living room and frowning at the sight of Emerson on the couch with the TV volume raised to the highest.

"Are you deaf or something? Why's it so loud?" I question him with hands on my hips. Emerson doesn't give a response with his eyes focused on his screen, ignoring my very existence.

"Hey!" I snap, moving in front of him and he slowly lifts his head from the TV to meet my eyes. A smirk crosses his face as his eyes move down my body and I swallow down my throat, suddenly feeling naked with the intense gaze of his eyes.

"What's it this time, Carson?" He asks in a bored tone as he averts his gaze back to the screen and I scoff, "What's it? You're being so fucking loud and the entire house is booming with the sound. "

"I don't see how that disturbs you. I'll increase the volume if need be, if you have a problem with that then you may use your headphones. "

"I think you're forgetting the fact that we both have equal rights in this house. " I remind him and he rolls his eyes. "If I'm uncomfortable with your annoying behaviour then I shall speak. "

"And that goes both ways?" He raises his brows and I nod.

He chuckles and drops the bag of chips to the side. His hands slip into his pockets as he raises to his feet and strides toward me. Leaving only inches left between us, he lowers his eyes to my chest. "If I tell you I'm uncomfortable with that top you have on, will you get rid of it?"

"What?" My response is quick as my eyes widen.

Emerson shrugs, "You heard me. Will you?"

"Did you hit your head or something?" I cock my head with lifted brows.

"So much for the equal rights. " He mumbles before moving back to his seat, returning to ignore my words.

"We need to talk. " I say softly, moving towards him and he meets my eyes with a smile. "About the best sex of your life which I gave you?"

His words make my heart jump and I halt my steps just before I get to him, my body humming in reaction.

"No. We're not talking about that. We're never talking about that. " I declare firmly, pretending my core doesn't clench against my panties just at the sight of him sitting there and uttering those words. Pretending I haven't been reliving that moment repeatedly in my head, and pretending I didn't just touch myself to that image of us in my head a night away, failing miserably when my fingers don't give me the satisfaction and pleasure he gave.

"Why? Will you be the coward you've always been and say it's a mistake?" A mocking smile rests on his lips and I want to throw my fist in his face, and clear it off his face.

"I'm not a coward. " I seethe with a glare and he nods, "Sure, daddy's angel. What do you want to talk about then if it isn't about me sticking my cock inside your pussy?" Please stop.

Emerson keeps his gaze on me and I pray he doesn't notice the way I press my thighs against each other to dull the ache there.

Taking a breath, I finally take a step forward. "We both can't stand the sight of each other. That's positive. "

"Like it's always been. Unless I have you screaming my name, of course. You seem to withstand me better when I'm fucking your brains off. " And with each feeling of desire for him, he reminds me yet again why I hate him.

"The same goes for you. You didn't seem to hate me when you had your mouth on my chest. " I taunt and his gaze drops. I don't need to trace it to know he's staring at my chest again. "One you haven't been able to stop staring at by the way. "

Emerson meets my gaze, a laugh falling from his lips. "Just because I hate you doesn't mean I can't stare at your chest, Carson. I'm a man. "

"And I'm not a girl you can fuck. "

"I did once. " He throws back and I fold my arms against my chest. "Only because I let you. "