AN: thanks so much for the reviews and for putting the story into favourite or alert. I hope you'll like the second chapter as well, I just want to point out that I don't agree with Paul and his views about women, and that all his thoughts are his alone not the author's. From T we up the rating to M, you'll find out the reason soon...
Do not go where the path may lead,
go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Paul was working at his desk, the damn homework was a fucking pain in his ass, but he had no other options than to do it.
He took a moment to think of what happened two days ago when he got back after finding Bella Swan, he had to meet sweet Emily and shy Kim, and although the girls were nice he couldn't stand them.
After ten minutes of all that sweetness he had wanted to puke. Imprint? No thanks, he rather fucked around. Luckily he had a nice body and he knew how to please the ladies, who needed to be nice when the girls asked only that he uses his mouth on them and not for talking?
A knock called him out of his reverie, a smirk appeared on his face. The girl was on time, he stood up and opened the door, he was just wearing shorts. He didn't need much more; he was going to take them off soon. "The room is the first on the left, make yourself comfortable, beautiful." He growled.
The girl, he couldn't even remember the name, smiled coyly and touched his naked chest. "Are you coming soon?"
"Yeah and so will you." He said suggestively, then he closed the door and led her into the bedroom. This was the guest room, no girl had ever slept in his bed and he liked to keep it that way. His bedroom was his safe heaven and he didn't want to taint it with these whores. He almost sounded romantic, almost being the keyword. "Take off your clothes." He commanded.
The girl, Tanya or Daisy or whatever her name was, took off her clothes and lied on the bed. He sighed, wasn't this what he wanted? Sex with no string attached, but then an image came uninvited...
...Bella crying on his bare chest...
He started getting angry, and his body was vibrating, turning his attention back to the girl in his bed he forcefully pushed back the wolf. Slowly he crawled towards her and he could smell her arousal already. "What's your name?"
"Maryann." She said licking her lips already anticipating the pleasure he would bring her.
"Two rules only, no kisses on the mouth if you try that stunt I'll kick you out and this is a one-time deal, I don't do relationship I'll just fuck you. Are we clear? " Paul told her and at her nod he put his mouth on her neck and started to trail wet openmouthed kisses down towards her shoulder-blade.
He knew how to please a woman and he wasn't afraid to take what they were willingly offering him. Too easy and she doesn't smell right, his mind murmured, but he pushed those thoughts away, he was easy too. He didn't care about love or happily ever after, he knew just the present and his baser desires.
Slowly and deliberately he moved on her nipples, he took great care of each of them and finally he arrived between her legs, the girl was already writhing in pleasure, anticipating where his mouth would be next. He licked and sucked her until she could take no more and then he removed his mouth, quickly took off his shorts and entered her. She was moaning and asking for more and he complied. He was pushing in and out of her until he felt her tightening and coming. He trusted another few times and came as well.
After a moment he stood up and put his shorts on. "You know where the exit is." He said nothing else; he left her there and went to take a shower. While scrubbing away the scent of that girl, he wondered why she didn't smell right.
What did that mean anyway? The wolf pushed a scent in his mind, apple and cinnamon. Fuck it, Bella Swan? Hell no!
Anger took a hold of him again; he just had the time to turn off the water before jumping out of the window and bursting into a wolf. Here we go again, he growled. Back to square one, but at least he didn't destroy another pair of cut-off.
Lover boy! I knew you would come back soon, Jared said while snickering at him. What was it this time?
Paul tried not to show him why he had gotten angry, but it was impossible to block out the thought of Bella Swan. She was worse than a leech, she had taken residence in his head and she wasn't leaving his fucking mind alone. I swear I'm going insane! He finally told Jared. What's the matter with me?
Maybe you feel sorry for her, Jared suggested.
Do I fucking look like someone who gives a rat's ass about women? He growled showing him his last tryst with Mary-something.
Hmmm, no. However, a leech fell in love with her so she must be quite special. Jared replied.
Paul was disgusted. As if I would ever get the leech castoff. But then he couldn't stop his mind and he asked, how is she?
Not well, Billy told Sam that she was catatonic, she doesn't eat or speak. Though she asked Sam where you were while he was carrying her. Jared was grinning now, but you don't give a rat's ass about her, do you?
She had asked about him, he didn't know what he felt. The disturbing thing was that he felt something and it wasn't his usual way. He dealt with things pretty easily, if it was food, sleep or sex it mattered, anything else he didn't care. Paul grumbled. She spoke with me while we were waiting for Sam.
Maybe you should go and see her, Jared suggested.
Are you kidding me? Hell will freeze over before I go to see the leech-lover girl. He shouted angrily and then he phased back because he was already tired of sunny boy.
The walk to his house wasn't long and when he arrived he was glad that the girl had already left. He got in and put on some cut-off, after a moment he walked into his room and put on a t-shirt. Paul wasn't really thinking while he took from the bedside table the keys of his truck, and he realized he was driving towards Forks when he passed the treaty line.
He snorted; hell was probably freezing right now. Well, he was going to take a look at the girl and then leave, nothing monumental. He had found her and probably the small sliver of conscience that he possessed was holding him responsible for her. When he parked the car in front of her house he still hadn't thought what he was going to say to her.
Politely he knocked at the door and when a brown haired man opened it, he said, "Good afternoon Chief Swan, I'm Paul Lahote and I was the one who found your daughter, I was wondering if I could see her."
Chief Swan looked really sad, he sighed and then let him in. "You can go upstairs; the room is the first on the right." Paul started to walk towards the stairs, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. "She might not even realize that you're there though."
Paul swallowed the bile that had started rising from his stomach; the girl was really out of her mind then. "It's okay; I'll just say hi and then leave."
The Chief nodded and removed his hand. Paul arrived in front of the door and he felt uneasy and insecure. What was he going to find when he entered? Would she even remember him? He knocked once, when he heard no reply, he tried again. After the third time he finally understood that he wasn't going to get an answer so he just pushed down the handle and entered.
She was huddled into the covers, not moving and barely breathing. The scent in the room was intense; his sensitive nose could distinguish hers, the leech's and her father's. He walked towards the bed and she had her eyes shut, he studied her face, the little nose, the white perfect skin and he noticed a few scattered freckles. She was overall pretty, but not breathtaking, just an average girl.
What was so special about her then?
"Bella?" He said softly, fear gripped him when he realized that she didn't even move an inch. She had no reaction whatsoever. He sighed and decided to sit on her bed.
"I'm Paul, the guy who rescued you." Her heartbeat increased and he took a breath, she had recognized him. "You probably remember how rude I had been with you." He added, trying to break into her mind. "I just came to see how you were and I was wondering if you needed some more of my super smart advises."
He felt her breathing quickening as well, it was working, she was reacting to him. Something swelled in his heart; he mattered to her in some weird ways as she mattered to him.
Paul cleared his voice. "They told me that you're not eating." He saw her mouth twitch, but her eyes remained firmly shut. "Well it's okay if you want to lose a few pounds, you're a bit on the fat side, though I think you should rather go to gym than stopping eating all together. If I tell your father to bring upstairs some soup will you eat it?"
The silence was oppressive, but Paul didn't really care, he was on a rescue mission once again. He so fucking hated damsels in distress, but this girl was different. She brought out a side of him that was totally unknown to him as well. He would define himself rough, rude and angry. With her, he felt soft and caring.
"Yes." A timid voice finally called him back from his reverie.
Bella hadn't opened her eyes, but she had answered him. "Okay, then I'll tell him to bring you the food on my way out. How are you?"
She turned away from him, and he saw her opening her eyes briefly and watch out of the window. "Broken-hearted."
"Well it's okay to bask in the misery for a few days but it'll get old soon. You can't let your father and all your friends worry so much. He is replaceable." He said, finally showing some of his toughness.
She had her eyes closed, and he saw tears streaming down her face. "No, he isn't. He was the love of my life and he left me. I wasn't enough."
"Fuck not again with this crap! Listen to me, and listen carefully because I won't repeat it again. He is the one who isn't worthy, he left you in a fucking forest and he broke your spirit along with your heart. You should hate him, or show him that he hasn't won. You need to get a grip and man up; you're tougher than you think." He had spoken softly, but the steel in his voice was an indication of his feelings about the topic.
"Did you lose you mum?" She asked.
Paul was startled; he really didn't want to open his heart to her. He didn't have a heart to open, his mind told him harshly. "Yes, I was ten and it hurt like hell. I lived with my dad until I was fifteen and then he died too. Now I live by myself, the house is little but it's just me so it'll do for now." Had he really spilled his life to the girl?
"I'm sorry, you're right. Being an orphan is much worse than my situation will ever be. But it hurts too much and I don't know how… how I can go on without him." She whispered.
"You lived sixteen years without him; you just have to get back to how you were before he came into your life. Go out with other friends, do the things he didn't want you to do. Just live and although the hurt will never go completely away it'll dull to a bearable level." He stood up; he couldn't take being here with her for much longer. "I have to go, try to get well."
He had already opened the door when he heard her voice again. "Will you be back?"
"Do you want me to?" He asked, unsure of what he wanted to do.
"Yes." She said.
"Then I'll see you soon." He didn't want to be there any longer, too much, too much, his brain was screaming at him. He closed the door and descended the stairs, Charlie Swan got out of the living-room. "If you bring her some soup, she'll eat it."
The surprised expression on Charlie's face did nothing to placate his uneasiness; he needed to get the hell out of there.
"Thank you Paul." The man whispered.
Paul nodded and left. Part of him never wanted to see that house and the girl ever again; the other side knew that he was going back to see her. He hated himself, she was a weakness he didn't need, but she had dig her way into his mind and he couldn't really back out of his promise.
Actually he could, he just didn't want to.
