Hatred With Benefits novel Chapter 8

EVA.

A tall shirtless frame. A chest that's decorated with abs and muscles, mouthwatering and glowing before me. A chest that leads to a face on which a tiny smirks rests.

Dark short hair complimented with brown eyes which stares back at me with amusement shining through the orbs.

Out of everywhere I thought he could be, I never thought it would be here. No fucking way. There's no fucking way this is possible. The woman told me my roommate was a girl, just about my age so how the fuck did that get switched with him?

"You look shocked to see me, Carson, " Emerson speaks, breaking the silence between us and I scowl at him. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

He raises a mocking brow. "You're dumb, Carson? What the fuck does it look like I'm doing?" My gaze drops to the mug in his hand and I shake my head.

"That's not what I fucking mean. What the hell are you doing here?" It's a stupid question. The man is chest naked in front of me with a coffee mug in his hand, so of course, he lives here, but it could also mean another thing: he hooked up with the girl who's my roommate and spent the night over. God, why does that sound so fùcking terrible to my ears?

"Never knew you were this dumb, Carson. Do your fucking maths. " He hisses and I shake my head as I try to fight the voice in my head. "No, that can't fucking be. You can't be my fucking roommate. " You aren't even supposed to be here, you bastard.

"Newsflash, Carson. I am. " A grin climbs on his lips and I scowl at the sight of it.

"How?" I ask him and Emerson draws his brows. "How are you? The agent told me my roommate will be a girl. "

"None of my fucking interest. I don't owe you a fucking explanation, Carson. If you're lost, talk to her— not me. " And there goes one of the reasons why I hate Emerson fucking Ford. He's arrogant and God knows that pisses me off than I like to admit.

"You have to leave. " I say in a small voice and Emerson looks around us as if there's another presence in the room before meeting my eyes with a pointed finger at his face. "I'm sorry. Did you mean me?"

"Yes, I fucking mean you, Ford. You can't be here. You can't fucking be my roommate. "

Emerson's annoying smirk appears on his face and it grows wider with each step he takes. He stops only inches away from me and I ignore the way my heart picks up speed at his familiar scent.

"Why, Carson? I have every right to be here. " He whispers, his gaze dragging down my body before moving to my face again. "Are you afraid you won't be able to handle me? Is daddy's little girl scared?"

"I'm not fúcking scared of you. " I snap and he gives a mocking nod. "Of course, you're not. Explains the horrified look on your face when you saw me the moment you came in. "

"I can't stand the fúcking sight of you, Ford. There's a fucking difference. " I grip onto my suitcase and take tiny steps back with each step he takes forward. His gaze drops to our movement and he moves closer till the edge of his slippers are pressing against one of my shoes.

Emerson's eyes are on me when I return my gaze to him. "Right. You aren't scared. You're just fucking scared of what will happen if you stay around me. Afraid you're going to jump at my dick again, Carson?"

"Jump at your dick?" A scoff slips through my parted lips and he cocks his head. "I can remember you doing that two nights away. Your screams and the sound of my name leaving your mouth..." Should have fucking known he would taunt me for that. It's Emerson Ford anyway, I don't expect any less from him.

"I didn't jump at your dick, Ford. You seem to have a foggy memory. How about I clear it for you? You fucking shoved me inside your car and fucked me. "

"Yet there was no single protest from your side. You wanted more. You begged for more. " He retorts and I shut my eyes to calm my breathing before meeting his eyes again.