My Forbidden Obsession With My Enemy

You will figure it out

Eva

My body locks up. My eyes go round as Emerson's lips move over mine.

This caught me off guard. But some hidden part of me expected exactly this. The fire always burning between us finally igniting into something else. Something unexplainable. Something insane. I laid the trap, but I never thought Emerson would actually spring it.

Emerson forces my mouth open and pushes his tongue past my lips. He slams me against the elevator wall, his mouth devouring mine as his hand grabs the back of my head, tugging my ponytail and jerking my head back to give him better access.

Disbelief runs through my veins as Emerson Ford kisses me hard and rough. The way everything has always been between us.

The heat pooling in my stomach explodes into something unbearable. An ache builds between my legs. My heart hammers against my ribs.

I grab his jacket in my fists. But instead of shoving him away, I pull him closer. Our bodies press together. Every thought leaves my head as we struggle for control. The kiss mirrors our entire history. One of us always trying to dominate. Right now, Emerson has that advantage. He pushes his hips against mine, and I feel the hardness straining against his pants.

"You seem to be enjoying my lips on yours, Carson." He breaks the kiss, that taunting smile on his face as he cages me against the wall. His large body covers mine. I open and close my mouth, hunting for a comeback.

"You wish." My voice comes out tiny. Barely audible. I want to kick myself.

"No need to wish when I felt how hungry your lips were against mine, Carson. I bet I would find you dripping if I slid my hand between those thick thighs of yours." He smirks. His words should not sound so appealing. They are meant to humiliate me. Yet I find myself wanting him to do exactly what he said. I tell myself it is just the position we are in. Nothing more.

"f**k you, Ford." I spit.

He shakes his head. "You are asking for a lot, Carson. But I would not mind bending daddy's little girl over my desk if you agree to be a good girl and beg for it."

"That will only happen in those ridiculous fantasies you have running through your head. I bet you have plenty stored up there, do you not?" I laugh. But it stops when he moves his face closer to mine.

"Are you daring me again, Carson?" His breath washes over my face.

"I am." I lift my chin. "If you think you have what it takes to stick that thing." I nod toward his pants. "Anywhere near me, then you must be delusional, Ford. A thing that got hard from one touch from me, by the way."

Emerson laughs and steps back. "Believe me, Carson. This has nothing to do with you. You are not the type of woman who gets me hard, especially not with me." He does not give me time to respond before pressing the button. The elevator doors slide open. He throws me one last look and walks away.

My legs give out. My breathing comes in gasps as the weight of what happened crashes over me.

I kissed Emerson f*****g Ford.

I kissed Emerson f*****g Ford where anyone could have walked in. Men who hate each other as much as we do.

What the hell was I thinking?

******

"I am home." I close the front door behind me. I do not wait for a reply before heading straight to my room, my heart stuck in my throat.

I lean against the bedroom door and pull out my phone. Several texts and two missed calls from Aliya stare back at me. I did not even notice her ringing. I was too caught up in something I should not be caught up in.

I kick off my boots and fall onto my bed, calling her back.

"b***h, where the…"

"Hey, sorry I missed your call." I cut her off.

"What is wrong?" Aliya asks, bringing her face closer to the screen. I shake my head, biting my bottom lip.

She frowns. "We do not keep secrets, Evie."

I sigh and dig my fingers into my thighs. She will probably call me an i***t when she hears what I did.

"It is just..." I shake my head again. Aliya hums, urging me to continue. I take a deep breath. "I might have, or might not have kissed him."

"Who?" She asks.

"Emerson." My voice comes out so small she might not have heard it. It could pass for a breeze. But when I look back at the screen and see the grin spreading across her face, I know she caught it.

Aliya's eyes widen. "Oh, you naughty girl. Finally taking my advice, huh?"

"This is not something to be proud of, Aliya." I hiss, sinking back against the headboard.

She raises her brows. "Why not? Was he bad at it? With his looks, you would think..."

"No, that is not it." He is not bad. God, he is so far from bad. Those ten seconds are probably one of the hottest kisses I have ever had. And I hate that I love it. I hate that even after promising myself I would not think about it, I still replay how it felt. The tingling on my lips from something I should despise. I hate that my body reacted so fast to him. I hate that I let Emerson Ford have his way with me. And I probably would have let him have more if he had not pulled back.

Fuck me.

"So what is it then? Were you expecting more?" She asks.

I roll my eyes. "I think you have the whole idea of hate wrong. You do not kiss someone you hate, Aliya. You want to slap them across the face. Not have your mouth on them."

She grins sheepishly. "So you do want your mouth on Emerson? Which part? Is it the pretty orgasm maker in his.."

"Aliya." I groan. She laughs. "This is not funny."

"I know. I know," she says through her giggles. "And it is just a kiss, babe. Nothing too serious. Who started it?"

"Him." Though I basically dared him into it. I should have kept my mouth shut, especially after his warning. But that is just it. There is a part of me that can never back down when it comes to Emerson Ford. And then there is the other part. The part that came out of nowhere and was secretly hoping for his next move. I do not hope for things from Emerson. I do the opposite.

"And you went along with it. Maybe you both just need to sleep together to get that hatred out of your systems. Might work better than constantly attacking each other."

"You are not helping, dimwit." I tell her.

She laughed.. "I am just saying."

"Yeah, thanks for the advice, smart pants. I am heading to bed."

"You will figure it out."

"f**k off." That is all I give her as Aliya's laughter fills my room before I hang up and toss my phone aside.

I sigh and stare at the ceiling, my hands resting on my stomach. As I close my eyes and try to fall asleep, I convince myself this is just Emerson's newest twisted way of messing with me. And I will be damned if I let it get to me.