My Forbidden Obsession With My Enemy

Eva Aliya bounces on my mattress with that look she gets when she wants details, or will I say gossip. "So how did last night go?" I push the door shut and let out a long breath. "Bad. Honestly bad." Her eyes go wide. She sits up straighter. "Wait really? I thought you were with that blond guy." I walk over and drop down beside her. "He had a girlfriend. Or he said he did. Either way nothing happened." She makes this sad sound and wraps her arms around me. I push her off and she falls back laughing. "Don't worry about it Evie. His loss. We still have months before college starts. Plenty of time to have fun." "Yeah." I exhale. "How did your night go?" The grin that takes over her face tells me everything before she even speaks. She got lucky. Really lucky. "Okay so I met this girl. So hot. We were talking and next thing I know she's pulling me down the hallway and shoving me into the bathroom. Evie you wouldn't believe what it felt like when her mouth was on me. She's so good with her tongue." She sighs like she's remembering something amazing and I roll my eyes. "That explains why you disappeared for the rest of the night." "Unfortunately she didn't leave her number." She pouts and I grab my book from the nightstand, leaning back against the pillows. "Since when do you care about getting their numbers?" "I know." She flops onto her side next to me. "But something was different about her Evie. I felt it." "When she had her tongue on you?" I tease her. She smacks my arm. "Hey." "What I'm just saying what happened." "Not exactly that but it was part of it. She did wonders on me babe. Her face was the first thing I thought about when I touched myself later." I look over from my book and smile at the expression on her face. This is the first time Aliya has actually been interested in someone she hooked up with. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't surprised. She feels me staring and looks over. "You don't know what that feels like." "Getting eaten out by a girl? No thanks." I wave her off. She smirks and jumps on me, settling between my legs. "I could show you." Her hands go to my thighs and I kick her off the bed. She hits the floor with a thud. "Evie! Did you have to kick me that hard?" She complains. "When you act like that." Aliya rolls her eyes. "Right. I forgot how much you love sucking dicks." I laugh and shake my head, getting comfortable again with my book. Aliya and I have been friends since she walked up to me in freshman year, shoved me into a janitor closet, and started telling me about how frustrated she was with her project. She's loud and doesn't care what anyone thinks, which is one of the things I love about her. We're similar in a lot of ways but completely different in others, especially when it comes to who we sleep with. "Hey isn't that your hot neighbor?" Her voice pulls me from my thoughts and I look out the window. There he is walking into his house with that stupid signature look on his face. I frown and turn away. "Why did you have to tell me that?" Aliya laughs. "I don't understand why you hate him so much." I narrow my eyes at her and she puts her hands up. "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 live next door makes that so much easier." She wiggles her eyebrows. "I'm serious." "You're not. Hate s*x is always so hot. It's something else I swear. The explosion of—" "Shut up babe." I groan and she laughs, glancing back out the window. "He's fuckable though." ****** "Did your friend leave?" Mom asks as Mrs. Holton sets my plate down. I smile at her and she smiles back before walking away. "She left hours ago." I answer Mom's question and she nods before turning back to her food. "Hey Princess." Dad's voice fills the room as he walks in wearing his usual evening clothes, slacks and a shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He comes over and kisses the side of my head before moving to Mom and doing the same. "I thought you had work to finish." Mom says as he sits across from her. "I finished early so I could have dinner with my family." He grins and puts his hand over hers, then turns to look at me with a frown. "Where were you last night Eva?" Shit. I was hoping he wouldn't bring that up. But nothing I do escapes his notice. "Last night?" I repeat. He keeps looking at me. "I was with Aliya." I smile and he narrows his eyes like he doesn't believe me. But he doesn't say anything else. He turns back to his food. I let out a breath of relief too soon because he looks at me again. "If I find out you snuck out to a party to hook up with some guy like last time, you won't like what happens Princess." There it is. The warning. "I didn't." I tell him. He nods and finally looks away. Having an overprotective father is exhausting. He calls it being caring and careful. I call it not letting me live my life. It wasn't always like this. Matt Carson wasn't always this protective. He had simple rules and as long as you followed them you had no problems. But since that incident years ago, those rules got suffocating and frustrating. I break them all the time anyway. Going to college will be my real escape from him and his suffocating 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 going to my room." I announce, leaving my parents on the couch together. I head up the stairs and close my door behind me. My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out. ALIYA: I heard tonight's party is going to be even better. Are you coming? Maybe you'll find another hot blond guy who doesn't have a girlfriend this time. I chuckle at her message and type back. ME: Can't. Dad is suspicious. He's watching me like a hawk. She sends back a sad face and I toss my phone onto the bed, falling back onto the mattress. Another buzz. I grab the phone again. It's a picture of Aliya with her dark blue hair stuck to her face, a bright smile on her lips, and a glass raised in her hand. ALIYA: I'll have fun for both of us boo. I roll my eyes and throw the phone aside, picking up my book and finding my page again. The wind blows through my open window and I rub my arms. I put the book down and get up to close it. Halfway there I stop. Emerson has a girl bent over his window. He's behind her slamming into her. I should look away. I should close the curtains and pretend I didn't see anything. But I can't move. He wraps his hand in her hair and pulls her head back. His movements get rougher. Move Eva. My thighs press together. My hold on the window gets tighter. A low moan slips from my mouth as the girl's screams fill the air between their house and mine. Emerson lifts his head. He smirks at me. His hand moves to her neck and he keeps going, never looking away. He leans forward and presses his lips to her bare back and my body shudders. I snap out of it and slam my window shut with shaky hands. I drop to the floor with my heart racing. Emerson Ford just caught me watching him f**k a girl. And worse. My underwear is soaked. Emerson Ford is my enemy. I hate him. I have hated him for years. He doesn't make me feel anything except resentment and irritation. So why am I turned on? Why am I rubbing my c**t to the image of him pounding into that girl? Why is my body trembling as I picture myself in her place? I tell myself it's because I haven't had s*x in a while. But I can't get that image out of my head as I lie on my bed with my legs apart and my fingers moving between them. "Fuck." I throw my head back as I search for that spot that will push me over the edge. "Think about someone else Eva. Think. Think about any guy you've been with. Get Emerson Ford out of your head." It doesn't work. I can't stop seeing it. I pull my hand away in frustration and roll onto my side, dragging the blanket over myself. The sounds from next door have stopped. They're probably not in that position anymore. Maybe she's bent over his desk now. Whatever. I don't care. This is just because I'm horny. That's all this is. I would never actually want Emerson Ford.