Chapter 1
There were too many people, Bella decided. Although it was a club on a Friday night she was not prepared for the experience of being crammed into a small building with too many people. Bella knew she shouldn't have been there, but she wanted a change. A change from her depression.
Maybe I shouldn't have had those last shots, she thought to herself. She was never one to drink, she'd never even had anything that had more than 5% of alcohol. She didn't care now though, she was feeling better than she had in ages. Since HE left.
Bella was never really a confident person, she hardly talked to people she didn't know, but she was never outright rude to them. As she was watching the dance floor from the seat she had just stolen from a couple that went off to do the dirty, she assumed, as she spied the most visually appealing man she had ever seen. She didn't notice that he was dancing with another women, no, her eyes were fully set on him. He was well built, with muscles that bulged through his shirt and he had the most amazing skin, like melted caramel. What really drew her to him though, was his face, what a beautiful face it was. It seemed as if he were some supernatural creature, an angel maybe, Bella wouldn't be surprised. She scoffed at that thought. She was drawn to the supernatural, no wonder she was drawn to him.
As these thoughts were running through her head, his eyes finally snapped up to meet hers. Needless to say she was surprised, so surprised that she jerked backwards and nearly fell off her stool. Her checks darkened that all too familiar blush and she swiveled back to face the bar.
"Another shot." She ordered after she had gotten the servers attention. It surprised her that she hadn't been carded yet. They probably don't even care, she thought.
As the night passed on and she got progressively more drunk, she headed towards the dance floor. She wasn't entirely aware of her actions, because if she had been she would've never even of had the thought to dance. She was too clumsy and uncoordinated to do any form of physical activity, without falling, even walking posed a problem when sober.
She had gotten a few offers to dance whilst she was sitting, but hadn't said an outright yes to any of them yet. Just as she reached the crowded area of grinding and sweaty people, that they called the dance floor, someone tapped her on the shoulder. She almost lost her balance and fell, luckily enough she was caught by the tapping perpetrator. He wasn't bad looking. Blonde, generic face and a cute smile. He would do, she thought.
"Im so sorry, I didn't mean…" He said.
"Come dance!" She demanded at the same time. Bella doesn't know what possessed her, probably the liquid courage she had heard so much about.
No less than 30 seconds later, they were dancing. Bella wasn't entirely sure of what she was doing, so he took the lead and turned her back towards his chest and pulled her tightly towards his body.
"My names Josh." He shouted over the music.
"Bella." She replied.
She lost focus after that, to focused on not vomiting or falling over. So this is what grinding felt like, she thought, not that inspiring. She felt a shift behind her, arms lift off her body and another set of larger hands touch her hips. These hands were warm, she smiled at the feeling. She turned around and faced the man.
Oh. My. God. It's him. He was more beautiful up close and his eyes were like molten chocolate. He smirked at her dumbstruck expression.
"Paul." He said.
"Bella." She whispered. Surprisingly she could hear him over the music and him her. She turned back around and they commenced dancing.
There were no words to describe the feeling of his hands on her body, of his taught muscles against her back. His body dwarfed hers, he was at least 6'8 ft tall. Her eyes closed as they continued their movements. The intensity of the heat he was giving off was creating feeling within herself she had never encountered before.
He occupied the rest of her night. As the songs changed their position did not. Gradually the tension built up, what she assumed as sexual tension. She wasn't sure if that is what she was feeling, the only act that she had engaged in that was even close to sex were tentative and pathetic kisses. No, she thought, I will not think of him tonight.
Suddenly he stopped dancing, dragged his hand away from her hip and captured her hand. He lead her off the dance floor, down the stairs that you needed to take to get out of the club and into the corner of the entrance hallway.
"I have a room booked in a hotel not far from here." He said as he looked at her face for any signs that she might give away.
Bella wasn't sure how to respond. "Come with me?" He asked. Although she was drunk, she knew what he meant. They wouldn't be sitting around knitting sweaters.
She wasn't sure as to what possessed her. Maybe because she wanted to live a little, maybe because she wanted to feel something that wasn't sadness for a change, she didn't know as she nodded her head to his question. She couldn't form proper words.
As they stepped out into the wet street of Port Angeles, he stepped up to the curb and hailed a taxi.
"I have a car." She said.
"I don't think either of us are in a fit state to drive." He replied.
The taxi pulled up towards them and they got into the backseat of the warm cab. Bella hadn't even noticed that she was shivering, evidently neither had he. He shucked off the jacket he was wearing, and put it around her shoulders. Funny, she didn't remember him having a jacket. The ride was ten minutes and during that time it was silent. The taxi stopped outside a large hotel, with a fancy exterior, and paid the driver. They walked into the hotel, and Paul went to the check in desk to get the room key. Bella doesn't remember how she got to the room, but it must've been In an elevator because they were pretty high up. She was marveling at the city lights as he came up behind her and started kissing her neck.
She wasn't expecting it so she jumped a little. "You're okay with this, right?" He asked. All she did was turn around and kiss him. The kiss set her skin on fire, it was intense, and everything that she had ever wanted.
She wasn't very aware of what happened next, but she remembered his handles caressing her body in places that hadn't been discovered by anyone. She remember the pleasure he brought her as he did things with his mouth and fingers. She remembered a flash of pain and then pleasure. So much pleasure. She remembered moans, his and hers, skin rubbing together and then the most amazing, euphoric feeling as she had her third orgasm that night.
Waking up later that night, she was disorientated. It all came back to her and surprisingly she didn't regret any of it. She was delightfully sore when she stretched out across the king size bed. There was so much space, she almost giggled.
She bolted up right and searched the room for any signs of life that wasn't for her. She found none. He's gone, she thought sadly, he left.
She sat up and put her feet on the floor, even the carpet was luxurious, she thought sadly. As she gathered her clothes of the chair that they had somehow landed up on, she heard the sound of ruffling paper, and saw a piece fall to the floor. She opened it, read it, and tossed it into the bin.
'Thanks for the night
Paul'
It had said.
She got redressed rushed down the hallway and towards the elevator. Once she reached the lobby, she had the door man hail her a cab. The taxi dropped her off in the parking lot where she left her car.
She doesn't really remember how she got home. All she remembers is the sting of rejection she felt the entire way back.