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The sunlight filtered through the open curtains and straight onto my pillow. I blinked my eyes hard before opening them completely. It was a fresh morning, the sun was out and shining and I couldn't have been more thankful. I don't know what I would have done if it had been raining all day today, it would have just made me feel worse.

I thought back to the night before. After Paul promised to teach me everything about his world, I quickly shut the conversation down and gone for a warm shower. It had been heaven and my god had I needed it.

Everything in my body had been exhausted, my mind, my emotions, my soul…

I looked around the room and noticed Paul slouched over in the chair, fast asleep. I wondered how he had actually managed to get to sleep there. It didn't look very comfortable. He had promised that he was going to stay until I had fallen asleep – although I had fort him with everything I had left, which wasn't a lot – but I hadn't realized he would stay the night.

It felt so wrong him being so far away yet so close. We'd only met a short time ago, but we'd been through so much and for him to be sleeping in the corner of my room was just wrong. I stretched my legs and back quickly before I sat up, throwing the blankets from my legs.

I rolled my lips between my teeth. How was I even supposed to go about this? I got up from the bed and tip-toed slowly over to him. Bending so I was eye to eye, I placed a hand over Paul's heart. I needed to remind myself he had one, that he was the same as me.

Within a moment, my hand had been grasped and pinned up against the wall with an almighty thud.

"Owh…" I said sarcastically. It had hurt a little but not too much, but my god had he startled me.

Paul looked deeply into my eyes. I couldn't pin point the emotion he had radiating from him but I could see the physical difference. His breathing had doubled and so his chest was heaving. The release of air from his lips was audible even for a mere human like me.

"Do not touch me without my permission." Paul basically growled at me. My heart fell. After everything we had done together, he was deciding that now I wasn't allowed to touch him?

"I'm sorry." I said as I pulled my hand back from Paul's grip. Turning around, I walked towards my wardrobe. I needed to figure out what I wanted to wear, especially if I was going to 'learn' all about Paul and the pack of wolves.

"Isabella, I didn't…"

"It's fine. Forget it." I said in a flat tone. I wasn't going to forget it, but hey, what was a girl supposed to do. After all girls got played all day every day, what made me any different?

Looking into my closet, I pulled out an oversized white long sleeved jumper dress, with a grey, blue and white chequered scarf. I knew I had grey thigh high boots down stairs that would go perfectly with this outfit, but that would also drive Paul insane. It was time for me to start playing his game a little rather than being scared… although all I felt was afraid.

Turning and grabbing a new bra and pair of panties – matching obviously – from my bed side table draws, I began to walk out from my bedroom and to the bathroom.

"Where do you think you are going?" Paul asked me quizzically and slightly amused from behind me.

"To the bathroom to get changed." I told him honestly and with as much sickly sweet sugar in my voice as I could.

"We had this conversation yesterday…" He reminded me.

"Yes, but that was before everything changed." I informed him. Paul finally stood from his perch and took a few steps towards me.

"Isabella…don't start please. Come and get changed." He had a look in his eyes. A 'try it and you'll see what happens ' look.

"Paul…" I took one step towards him, trying to be as sexy as I could, shimmying my hips, extending my legs, I just hoped I did look sexy and not drunk. I dipped my face, so my hair fell infront of my shoulders and lifted my eyes to watch him from beneath my eyelashes. "You are not the boss of me, and don't made decisions for me." I teased him as I turned back around and began to sashay out of the room.

"Oh but I will be…" Paul growled lowly from behind me. A shiver ran through my body, goosebumps settling on my skin. I may hav won this battle but I most definitely had not won the war.

PAUL'S POV

The little minx. She was playing me, welding me like a sword. She knew exactly what she was doing, she knew what I was and who I am, but she was pushing back anyway.

Every second I spent with her, every moment I was in her company I was figuring out more and more why she had been chosen for me. She was already making me think, work stuff out, and I had only known her for forty-eight hours.

I listened with all of my ability to Bella moving around in the bathroom; The rustle of the material as she changed from her nightwear, her breathing as she navigated her way around the room. She was driving me insane.

All I wanted to do was crash through the door between us and take her. Show her she was mine, mark her and have done with it all. Everything inside me was shouting for that outcome. The wolf inside me sat up to attention and growled, he also loved that idea. But the dominant in me was roaring at me. What was a guy supposed to do?

After what felt like an eternity, Bella opened the bathroom door and strutted back into her bedroom. She'd applied a minimal amount of makeup, but it just highlighted her natural beautiful looks. Her chocolate brown hair fell around her face and shoulders like a waterfall. It had a natural curl in, that gave it the right amount of volume without making it look like a bush. She was perfect.

As I looked her up and down, my heart stopped beating. She had decided to wear this white dress. Her perfect pale legs poked out from the bottom of the dress. I gritted my teeth. She was doing this on purpose. My dick awoken from its night's sleep with a passion. How was I supposed to go all day with her looking like that and not fucking her into next century?

"You said you were going to tell me everything today…" Bella said as she looked up at me from under her eyelash. If she didn't know what she was doing to me right now then she had to be the most oblivious woman in all of history.

"I did." I answered her. It was true. I had promised to spend time going through and answering all of her questions. Both about my wolf side and my dominant side alike.

"Where do you want to have this talk?" Bella was exuding with confidence but there was just a hint of doubt in her voice. She was trying her hardest to hide it, but to me it was obvious.

"Downstairs?" Shrugging my shoulders, I answered her question. There was no reason to not do this here and now.

Bella shook her head. Apparently she wasn't happy with that.

"Not here…somewhere public." I frowned. What was she doing to say?

"Why?"

"Because then we won't be tempted by anything." A smile pulled at my lips. So, she was still feeling me. She wanted me as much as I wanted her, she was just fighting it. I guess what she was asking was fair. All she needed was for me to tell her everything and explain and it would make sense to talk to her somewhere where there wasn't going to be a distraction.

Bella turned and walked out of her room and towards the front door. Just left of the door, Sam kept a shoe rack. Some of Bella's and some of Sam's – although mostly Bella's, with Sam being a wolf he didn't really ever wear that many pairs shoes.

Bending over to get a pair, Bella flashed me the back of her thighs. I froze half way down the stairs. Breathing hard, I tried to control myself. Taking a deep breath was probably not the best thing to do, all I could smell was the sweet scent seeping off Bella's vagina.

I closed my eyes, and held my breath. Gritting my teeth, my hand twisted around the hand rail with more force than I intend. The hand rail creaked beneath my palm, if I didn't let go now it was going to break.

"Are you okay?" Bella's voice snapped me out of my 'trying to get control' moment and I opened my eyes. Only to be met with the worst and best sight I could have laid my eyes on at that moment.

Bella had decided to wear thigh, grey, and suede boots. The material wrapped around Bella's legs perfectly; Highlighting her toned thighs. My cock sprang to life, going ridged at the sight of her.

"What…" I growled, a little more sharply than I had intended. "What are you trying to do to me?"

BELLA'S POV

Paul stood in front of me, still on the stairs. His hands wrapped around the rails, a bulge in his trousers giving it away that he was…excited.

"What are you doing to me?" His voice was strained and gravelly; Almost, animalistic. Paul walked down a step, watching me, studying me as he did. There was a quiet unspoken doubt rolling through Paul, but he wasn't going to let it stop him.

"I don't know what you mean." I answered, again in my sweet as pie voice. I swallowed. He was affecting me as much as I was affecting him.

"You know exactly what I mean." He replied; Another step down the stairs. His voice deeper than I had ever heard it. "The way you are acting." He carried on; Another step. "The way you are dressing." Another step. This one being the final one. He was now on the same level with me.

There was electricity in the air. It was buzzing, surging between us. It was so strong I could have sworn I could almost see the heat from it. Sparks were flying, the air became thick with tension.

Paul took another step. Not to many steps between us left. Think Bella, I shouted internally to myself. You either run from him right now and take your chances at getting away or let him get to you and playing his game. Of course with me most recent frame of mind, I was going to do the latter.

"I'm not trying to do anything." I tried to assure him, of course it was all a lie, but he didn't need to know that, even though he was figuring it out all by himself.

Paul half smiled, half grimaced. One more step towards me.

"You are lying Isabella." He told me, as if trying to make me aware of what it was he was seeing.

I bite my bottom lip, and dragged it through my teeth. Paul's eyes snapped onto my lips, a hunger in them, a need to touch me, a need to kiss me.

Another step.

"You are trying to make me lose control…" Paul was still watching my lips. I took a deep breath and released it slowly. As much as I wanted to know everything, I was enjoying being the one in control for once, being the boss.

One more step forward and Paul was right in front of me. Close enough I could feel his breath on my cheeks, and smell his scent. But far enough away that I wasn't touching him. As much as I was scared and angry and upset still, I was ready for him, I was reacting to every single one of his movements. It's like we were built to be together. If I ever told anyone that, they would laugh me into the next century.

I gritted my teeth. He was trying his best to regain control, but I wasn't going to let it go without a fight.

"I'm doing nothing of the…" Paul's lips crushed against mine. He grabbed hold of my waist and pushed me to my left, away from the front door and the shoe rack and crashing into the wall. Taking firm hold of my wrists, Paul pushed them up above my head. Gripping both of my wrists with one hand, his other hand traced back down my arm, towards my armpit. His lips were still dancing against mine. I opened my mouth as Paul's tongue begged for entrance.

His mouth tasted heavenly. His hand kept drawing it's pathway down my body, gliding across the side of my breast towards the bottom of my dress.

I managed to move my mouth to gently bite Paul's lip, as if it was a green light, Paul pushed his hand underneath my dress and up… Everything inside me was screaming, telling him to carry on. Allowing him to do exactly what he wanted with my body.

But I knew I needed to be smarter than that.

Turning my head to the side, I took a breath. Paul's lips travelled down to my neck as he pushed his pelvis into my body. His boner pressing right into my stomach.

"Stop…" I whispered, not even convincing myself that I had said it, but as soon as the word left my lips, Paul let go of me completely and turned, throwing himself against the wall opposite to me. His shoulders bouncing up and down, giving away that he was heaving uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry…but I need to know." Paul stayed silent. Guilt washed through me. I shouldn't have let him kiss me like that. That was too far, I was saying yes but saying no. It wasn't fair.

Stepping forward, I laid a hand on Paul's back.

"Paul…I…" Paul moved to quickly away from me. It was inhumanly fast.

"Don't." Paul turned and sneered at me. I took a step back in fear and swallowed. He'd never looked at me that way before. That wasn't anger or upset…that was hatred. My heart fell into my stomach, how could he look at me that way.

As if Paul realized what he had done, his whole demeanor changed. Guilt was written all over his face.

"Isabella, I'm sorry…" He took a step towards me, holding his hand out reaching for me. Paul was watching me warily.

"It's fine. Shall we just go and get some food?" Maybe if we could sit and talk Paul would explain why he was freaking out so much when I touched him in certain places.

Paul nodded, so I turned making my way out the front door. Paul followed closely behind me as if he was on a leash. I chuckled to myself, what a comparison to think of.

"What's so funny?" Paul asked me as I shut the door. I didn't bother locking it, this was La Push after all.

"You don't need to worry." I answered him back curtly. If he was able to have mood swings that were as wide as the grand canyon, then so was I.

Walking away from the door, I walked towards the car. I dropped my shoulders. For god sake, I had forgotten the car keys. I huffed as I turned around back towards the door, only to find Paul leant across the door frame, holding the keys up smiling at me.

"You can have them if you told me what was funny." He said. His voice serious, but his face playful. A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth.

"Well when you followed me out, I thought to myself, just like a dog on the leash. Then realized it was probably the worst analogy to use." Paul threw his head back and laughed and laughed, a proper belly laugh. I couldn't help but began to laugh as well. His laugh was infectious.

"Can I have the keys now please?" Paul squinted his eyes at me, but after a moment of deliberation threw the keys my way. Me being me, I jumped and dropped the keys. Bending to pick them up, I stood and came face to face with Paul.

"Shall we?" He asked in a husky, sexual voice. A little shiver vibrated down my body. A puddle forming in my pants. He was just so god damn attractive.

I nodded and turned, taking a deep breath. I was about to find out everything and I wasn't sure how I was going to cope with it all.

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