Misery Business

"Oh, I never meant to brag, but I got him where I want him now. Oh, it was never my intention to brag, to steal it all away from you now. But God as it feels so good, 'cause I got him where I want him right now. And if you could then you know you would. 'Cause God it just feels so…"

(Angel's POV)

It was in early October when the party of the year was coming up. I was so excited; every year the richest family in Forks, the Bradfords, hosted a big party, because their teens went to school with us. Actually, I was really good friends with Rachel and Daniel Bradford. They were even inviting some hotties from La Push! I had to look my best for this party, so Rachel and I were going to pick out some outfits in Port Angeles the weekend before the party. We were going to get our nails done and everything the day of, which Rachel's mom was paying for.

We picked out our outfits from a small boutique in Port Angeles. We got two dresses; I got a pink, tight halter with a pair of gold heels, and Rachel got a dark blue strapless with silver heels. We would look flawless, absolutely stunning, and that's all I wanted.

The day of the party, I got to miss school to get ready for the party. We drove to Top Care Nails in Port Angeles, had our nails done, then drove to Bare Essentials, got our make-up done, and then went to Vogue Salon to get our hair done. I couldn't help sneaking glances in the mirror.

We went back to the Bradford household. We changed into our dresses, and by the time we were done, guests started arriving.

(Paul's POV)

It wasn't rare for the pack to get invited the to high end Bradford parties. We went to two or three a year, even when I wasn't a werewolf. This was my first party being a werewolf, and it felt a little weird. I truly didn't want to be partying with Jacob, Embry, Quil, Seth, Brady, Collin, Leah, and Jared, but they were my brothers, and I didn't have anything to loose; well, maybe my sanity and well-being, but nothing too important.

We left for the party at seven, to be fashionably late. Daniel Bradford greeted us at the door, and we gave each other "guy hugs." He led us in, showed us the beer, and gave us each a cup. He wished us luck on finding girls, but I didn't need luck. I was Paul FUCKING Reece.

People were crowded all over the downstairs. There were too many people to recognize anyone, and I had already lost the rest of my pack. I took a sip of my beer, and put it down on the coffee table.

I walked into the living room, and I spotted Rachel. I was walking towards her when something caught my eye. I stopped in my tracks.

There stood the most divine creature I had ever seen in my life. She had blonde, curly, long hair with big brown eyes, and a slender yet voluptuous body. Her skin was the perfect shade of beige and it accentuated every part of her body. She laughed out loud, tilting her head back, and touching the boy next to her. I was so jealous.

But then I recognized her when she looked at me. She started walking towards me, and I got as nervous as hell. What was her name? I was never good at remembering names. It was on the tip of my tongue. What was it? Amber? No. Andrea? No. Alex…

"Angel!" I called over the loud music. I couldn't really hear anything except her deep breathing. I could feel her nervousness when she saw me, and I was nervous too.

"Hey Paul!" she called back, hugging me. I slowly hugged her back, taking in her scent.

Then it hit me. I had imprinted! On Angel! It was the weirdest felling in the world. I could feel her breathing against me; it was the only sound I heard. Her heartbeat was so prominent in my ears. She let go of me and took my hand.

"OhmyGod, Paul, I love this song!" she squealed. "Wanna dance?"
I nodded. Of course I wanted to dance with the most beautiful girl in the world.

She led me to the dance floor. Some song I didn't recognize was playing, but I wasn't paying attention to the music. I was paying attention to her. She started grinding on my dick with her perfectly sized ass. I moaned in her ear, and I could feel her smirk.

"Right there, baby," I mumbled in her ear.

She tilted her head back, exposing her vulnerable neck. I just wanted to kiss it all over. My hands slid around her pelvis and down her thighs. I pushed her closer to my pelvis.

"Wanna head somewhere more private?"
"Yes please, baby."

She took my hand again and led me through the crowd. She took me upstairs and into the guest room. She pushed me down on the bed and crashed her lips on mine. She straddled my waist and started riding me. I could feel myself get hard against her, and she could feel it too.

"You like that?" she chuckled.

Did she even have to ask?
"Of course I do."

I stuck a hand between her legs, maneuvered around her panties, and stuck a finger inside of her. She gasped, and started riding my fingers. I stuck another finger inside.

When I pulled out, she pressed herself against me, wanting me back in her body. I pulled off her panties and threw them to the side. I took off my shirt, threw that to the side, took her hand, and put it on my chest. She traced kisses down my chin and on my neck. She hit my weak spot, and I moaned aloud. She smirked against my skin and licked my spot.

My hands found their way to the back of her dress. I played with her straps until she started to get annoyed.

"Just take it off, Paul."

I undid her dress and it dropped to the ground. She stepped out of it, and she was completely naked. I looked at her breasts, took one in my hand, and sucked on the nipple. She pressed against my body.

Slowly, her hands found their way to the buckle of my belt. She undid my belt, took it off, and tossed it to the side. She fumbled to undo my pants and grunted when she couldn't undo the zipper.

"Here." I undid it for her.

She looked embarrassed. "Thanks."

I took her chin and kissed her softly. "Baby, don't worry about it. But, hey, could you help me take them off?"

She nodded as I stood up. She slid my pants down to my ankles. I stepped out of them, and it left me in my black silk boxers.

She started playing with the rim of my boxers, and slid her hands down my boxers. She stroked my dick gently, and then encased it in her hand. She slid her hand up and down.

But after a while I was tired of her hands. I wanted the real thing. So I took her hand out, put it on the rim of boxers, and she started playing with it again.

Soon enough, she pulled them down and they dropped to my ankles. I kicked them off, and lay down on the bed. She straddled my waist, and then slowly pushed herself on top of me. I started grinding on her, and she started riding me.

We went at it for a few minutes until I finally came. She came before me, but we went until I came. Sooner rather than later, she got off of me, and started putting on her clothes.

"Where are you going?" I asked, laying on the bed, still naked.

"Home," she whispered.

"Oh."

"Here." She went to the desk and pulled out a pen. She took my hand, turned to my palm, and wrote down a number.

"Call me."
I called her the next day.