Hatred With Benefits

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EVA.

"How did last night go?" Aliya grins at me as she slumps on the bed and I roll my eyes, shutting the

door behind me. "Bad. Honestly bad. "

She sits up with wide eyes, "Are you serious? I thought you caught that blonde guy. "

I shake my head and stride towards her, taking the seat next to her. "That bastard has a girlfriend– or

had. "

"Aw, you poor thing. " She coos, wrapping her hands around my neck and I swat her hand away, which

causes her to laugh. "You shouldn't think too much into it, babe. His loss. We still have time before we

head to college so plenty of time to catch fun. "

"Yeah, " I breathe. "How did yours go?"

When her lips spread into a wide smile, I know she had a better night at getting fucked than I did. A

damn lucky bitch.

"Okay, so I met this girl. She was so hot: We were talking one moment, and the next moment she's

dragging me down the halls and pushed me into the bathroom. God, Evie, you have no idea how I felt

when her mouth was on my cunt. She's so damn good with her tongue. " She sighs dreamily and I roll

my eyes.

"Explains why you were nowhere to be found for the rest of the night. "

"Unfortunately, she didn't leave her contact. " She says with a pout and I chuckle, grabbing my book

and leaning back against the headboard. "Since when do you care about them leaving their contacts?"

"I know!" She hisses and lays next to me, turning on her side. "But there was something different about

this one, Evie. I felt it. "

"When she had her tongue on your cunt?" I tease her and she swats at my hand.

"What? I'm speaking facts. "

"Not exactly that, but it's part of. She did wonders on me, babe. Her face was the first image that came

to mind when I fingered myself to sleep. " I look up from my book to her and smile at the look on her

face. This is the first time Aliya is truly engrossed in anyone she's messed around with and it'll be a lie

to say I'm not amazed.

She looks at me when she feels eyes on her. "You have no idea how that feels like. "

"Getting tongue fucked by a girl? No, I'll pass. " I wave her off and she smirks before jumping on me

and settling between my thighs.

"I could show you—" Her hand moves to each side of my thighs and I kick her off the bed. She groans

as she falls to the floor with a thud.

"God, Evie! Did you have to kick that hard?" She complains and I smirk. "When you act like that. "

Aliya rolls her eyes. "Yeah, right. I forgot how much you love sucking those dicks. "

I laugh and shake my head as I rest back against the bed, turning my attention back to the book in

hand.

Aliya and I have been friends since the moment she walked up to me, and shoved me in the janitor's

closet to tell me about her frustration with her project. She's loud and carefree which is one of the

things I love about her. We are similar in so many ways, yet so different from each other and that

includes our preferences.

"Hey, isn't that your hot guy?" Her voice brings me out of my thoughts and I look out my window to see

him striding inside his house with his famous signature look.

I frown and look away, turning back to Aliya. "Why did you have to tell me? "

Aliya chuckles and says, "I don't understand why you hate his guts so much. "

I narrow my eyes at her and she holds up a hand. "Okay, fine! I do understand, but come on, girl. He's

so hot. If I were you, I'd be humping him, not hating him. And the fact that you're neighbours makes

that so much easier. " She winks and I glare at her.

"I'm serious. " She says.

"You're not. I hate the sight of the guy and you want me to sleep with him?"

She shrugs. "Hate sex is always so hot. It's something else, I swear. The explosion of the—"

"Shut up, babe. " I groan and she chuckles before looking out the window again, mouthing, "He's

fuckable though. "

~

"Did your friend leave?" Mom asks as Mrs Holton places my plate before me and I smile at her, to

which she responds with one of hers before moving away.

"She did hours ago. " I reply to mom's question and she nods before taking her attention back to her

food.

"Hey, Princess. " Dad's voice echoes around the room and the man appears in his usual home attire of

slacks and shirt with rolled sleeves. He walks to my side and presses a kiss to the side of my head

before striding towards his wife to peck her.

"I thought you had things to do. " Mom says as he takes the seat opposite her.

"I wrapped it up to have dinner with my family. " He smiles and places his hand over mom's, before

looking back at me with a frown. "Where were you last night, Eva?" Oh shit. I was hoping the man

wouldn't notice, but of course, nothing I do passes his grasp.

"Last night?" I repeat and he nods, his eyes not leaving mine.

"I was with Aliya. " I smile and he narrows his eyes at me as if he doesn't believe my words, but he All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

says nothing as he turns back to his food.

I let out a breath of relief too soon because dad turns back to me, and say, "If I find out you snuck out to

a party to hump some guy like last time– you won't like it, Princess. " And there goes the warning.

"I didn't. " I tell him and he nods before looking away from me.

Having an overprotective father can be fucking tiring. Father refers to it as being caring, and careful but

I term it as not letting me live my life. It wasn't always like this. Matt Carson wasn't always this

protective. Dad had his simple rules and as long as you stick to them, you have no problem with him,

but since that incident from years ago; those rules got suffocating and frustrating. Though I tend to

break those rules every other day, heading to college will be my real escape from Matt and his

upsetting rules. The freedom that comes with being away from here is something I look forward to. I

love my father, but I love living my life more.

~

"I'm off to my room. " I announce, leaving the two lovebirds on the couch as I take the stairs that lead to

my room.

Shutting the door behind me, I fish my phone out of my pants at the sound of the vibration.

ALIYA: I heard tonight will be so much better! Are you coming? Maybe you'll finally find a hot blonde

guy who doesn't have a girlfriend this time.

I chuckle at the words across the screen and type back a reply.

ME: Can't. Dad is suspicious and watching me like a hawk.

She replies with a sad face and I turn the screen away from my view, throwing the phone to a side and

collapsing on the bed.

I raise my head at another beep and grab the phone.

It's a picture of Aliya with strands of her dark blue hair sticking to her face, a bright smile on her lips

with a glass in her raised hand.

I scoff and drop my gaze to the text attached.

ALIYA: I'll have the fun for the both of us, boo.

Rolling my eyes, I toss the phone aside and grab my book, flipping to the earlier page.

I rub my hands down my arms from the blowing wind before dropping the book and moving from the

bed to shut the window.

Halfway through, I stop when my eyes catch sight of a familiar figure and my mouth hangs open.

Emerson has a girl bent over his window while he slams into her from behind.

I should look away. I should close the damn curtains and stay away before he catches the sight of me,

but I can't seem to move as he wraps a hand around her hair and pull back roughly; his thrusts getting

rougher.

Move, Eva.

I clench my thighs against each other, my grip on the window getting tighter and a low moan slips

through my parted lips as the girl's loud moans and screams fill my ears.

Emerson lifts his head and I freeze in my stand as he smirks at me. He raises an eyebrow as his hand

moves to her neck and he thrusts faster. Not taking his eyes off mine, he leans forward and presses his

lips to her bareback and my body shudders at the move.

Snapping out of the daze, I'm quick to shut my windows with shaky hands and fall to the ground with a

racing heart.

Emerson Ford just caught me watching him pound into a girl.

And worse... My panties is drenched.

Emerson Ford is my enemy.

Emerson Ford is a guy I hate. I have hated his guts for years. He doesn't inflame any sensation from

me other than resentment and irritation, so why the hell am I turned on from watching him fuck a girl?

Why am I rubbing my clit to the image of him pounding into that girl from behind? Why is my body

trembling as I imagine myself in that position?

I try to convince myself this is because I haven't get laid in a while, yet I can't deny the fact I'm unable

to get that image of him off my mind as I lay on my mattress with legs apart and finger rubbing my cunt.

"Fuck, " I hiss, throwing my head back as I rub the sweet spot between my thighs, trying so hard to find

that particular spot that sends me over the edge.

"Think of something else, Eva. Think! Think of any guy you've fucked until now. Get your mind off

Emerson Ford!" It doesn't work. I can't close that image and I move my hand from between my thighs

frustratingly, laying on my side and pulling the duvet over my body.

The sexual noises have died down which means they are no longer in that position. Probably has her

bent over his desk this time.

I groan and turn to the other side, pulling the duvet up to my neck as I stare at the wall and try to

convince myself this is because I'm horny.

I'd never think of sleeping with Emerson Ford.

Ever.