Chapter 33

Paul was frantic. He needed to find Bella NOW.

He took his phone from his pocket. His hands were shaking. No message or call from Bella.

"FUCK!" He shouted.

He turned around, looking. He didn't see anybody who might have seen her. He didn't know anybody to ask.

He went from one room to the other but then realized she must want to leave.

"FUCK, you idiot!" he swore to himself and ran to the hallway where they had left their jackets, and there, he saw her. She was waiting in line to get her coat. She was holding herself from the middle. Poor baby. Paul's heart wrenched.

A guy was talking to her. He touched her arm, but she pushed his hand away and moved away from him.

Paul saw red. He was shaking with every fucking emotion imaginable. He wanted to lash out and beat the shit out of that fucker who had touched her.

He was angry, fucking mad, but most of all, he was scared. He was scared that he could lose Bella over something so fucked up as this. How could she think that he could ever want anybody else than her?

He noticed that he was pissed with her too. And that scared the hell out of him.

"Hey Bella!" he shouted so she could hear him over the loud music.

Bella turned around and looked at him. Paul's heart lurched painfully. He hated to see her cry, and he hated that she was crying because of him; it was beside the point that it wasn't his fault what happened. She cried because of him.

"Do you want her?" Bella asked, her voice quivering, tears running down her cheeks.

Paul's heart broke. She really did think he could want someone else. How could she?

"Fuck NO! I don't have a fucking clue who she was. She just showed up, grabbed my ass, and didn't let go, even if I told her to fuck off," Paul told her.

She had to believe him.

Paul saw relief in her eyes. He let out a shaky breath.

"Hey, if you need someone to talk to..." He heard that guy beside her say, reaching his hand to touch her shoulder.

"Who the fuck are you?" Paul said to the prick.

"Edward, please go," Bella said, moving further from that fucking dick.

Oh, this fucker was Edward. He closed his eyes for a second, breathing in, breathing out. Wasn't that convenient to be around Bella when some bitch was trying to get it on with him?

Paul opened his eyes, looked at the fucker, and saw annoyance in his eyes, but very quickly, it turned into something else, fear? Paul was livid. This fucking prick had set him up.

"Who the fuck you think you are?" Paul growled and took a step towards the motherfucker.

"Paul," he heard Bella saying to him and felt her hand on his arm. He relaxed a little.

"Paul, let it go, don't get worked up, please," Bella pleaded. She knew him so well. It took all his self-restraint not to beat the shit out of that prick.

Paul closed his eyes again, breathing slowly, and opened them, fixating his eyes solely on Bella. She looked at him with her big brown eyes, tears still flooding down her cheeks, and everything else disappeared. He grabbed her into a tight hug, and to his relief, she wrapped her arms around him.

"Let's get the hell out of here," Paul murmured. Bella nodded her head she had pressed tightly against his chest.

Paul glanced around and didn't see that fucking prick anywhere.

He took their jackets from the cloakroom attendant and led Bella towards the doors.

Paul quickly put on his jacket and then helped Bella put on hers.

When they got outside, Paul grabbed Bella into his arms. Bella wrapped her legs around him and pressed her head tightly against the crook of his neck.

"I'm sorry, Paul," Bella sobbed. "I shouldn't have thought you would want that bitch."

He wanted to say that she didn't need to be sorry, but he was hurt. Her doubt had fucking broken his heart.

"What the fuck happened, baby?" he asked. "You should know I wouldn't ever want anybody other than you."

"I don't know. I feel so ashamed now," Bella said quietly.

Paul saw a bench and sat down, placing Bella on his lap so that she was straddling him. He cupped her face between his hands and brushed away a string of hair from her eyes.

Bella looked at him and started talking.

"I just started to feel so out of place in there. All those sexy girls made me feel so inadequate and boring. I saw how every girl at that party was eye-fucking you, and I just lost the confidence. Feeling like I always did in high school, mousy wallflower."

Paul couldn't fucking believe that Bella felt that way. She had been the sexiest and the most gorgeous girl at that party. She didn't need an overly sexy outfit to be sexy. Nothing could be sexier than her just the way she was. He hadn't seen anybody else in there than her. He didn't have any memory of any other girl than her. How could she believe she wasn't sexy and beautiful and fucking gorgeous? And he'd seen how other men had been looking at her.

"Oh baby, you don't need sexy outfits to look sexy. Damn, if you've seen how every fucking male was eye-fucking you in there, you wouldn't say those things. You don't see yourself very clearly, do you?"

Paul kissed her.

"I taste terrible. I threw up in the toilet," Bella said and tried to move away from his lips, but he didn't let her.

"You taste good, and you are hands down the sexiest and the most beautiful woman I've ever met, and I mean it, I'm not just saying that."

"Really?" Bella smiled a little.

"Really!" Paul kissed her again.

"Then Megan gave me a shot and demanded I drink with her. I just thought, what the hell, why not get drunk. Then she gave me another drink, and I drank it for a while, but then I started to feel sick," Bella continued.

"I came to look for you and saw you with that bitch. She was licking your ear..." Bella started to cry again.

"Oh baby," Paul tightened his arms around her.

"She came on to me, and I couldn't get rid of her. I might be an asshole, but I don't manhandle women, and there was no room to move away," Paul told her.

"It felt so bad to see you with someone else, and I just didn't stop to think that it wasn't what you wanted. It was what I was expecting to see, you with some sexy blond. Didn't you see that woman? She was sex on legs?"

This was so fucked up.

"I'm so sorry, Paul," Bella hugged him tightly.

"I forgive you, but please, baby, don't ever pull that shit on me again. Don't doubt me, doubt us," he said and kissed her. Then he pressed his forehead against hers, skimming her skin under her shirt on her back.

"I try. But it is so hard seeing all those women drooling after you."

"But I don't want any of them. I only want you," Paul whispered and kissed her again. Their kiss got heated quickly.

"I want you, Paul," Bella breathed into his mouth and wound her hands into his hair, tugging it roughly and kissing his neck. Paul moaned.

"Fuck baby, let's get us inside."

Fortunately, they weren't far from Bella's place, and as soon as they got into the empty elevator in her building, Paul couldn't wait any longer.

He pinned her against the wall and pushed his tight between her legs, and crashed his mouth on hers. Bella was moaning and grinding herself against his thigh. She was feverishly tugging his t-shirt, then grabbed his hair, pulling him closer to her.

Fuck, the elevator didn't move fast enough.

"I want you, baby, so bad."

"Ah ... Paul ... me too.."

He sucked her neck so hard Bella's breath hitched, but she pressed her neck against his mouth and pulled his head even closer. She was frantic. The elevator filled with her moans that drove him crazy.

He opened her jeans, but they were so fucking tight he couldn't do anything else than grab her ass.

Finally, they were out of the elevator. Bella pulled the keys out of her pocket and opened the door.

They closed the door, and Bella pushed him against the door.

"Fuck me, Paul!"

He tore her jeans off and quickly took his jeans off. He pushed her against the door, slamming into her balls deep.

"Yes Paul!" Bella shouted.

"I fuck you so hard you can't walk for a week," Paul grunted and drove into her with feverish speed.

Jesus, it felt good. He pressed his finger tightly against her ass, kneading the cheeks and pressing his finger against her asshole.

"Yes, Paul just like that!"

Paul wanted more. He turned them around and took Bella to the breakfast table. It was just the right height. He hooked his arms under Bella's knees and pulled her legs over his shoulders. He shoved into her, and Bella screamed.

"Oh. My. God. Paul!"

He pulled her closer and peeled off her shirt and bra. He then held her tight on her hips, pounding into her tight pussy again and again and again, watching her breasts bouncing with her. They were both moaning loudly. Bella arched her back to get closer to get him deeper.

"I love you, baby! Don't you ever forget that," he panted and kept slamming.

"I won't ever fuck anybody else than you!"

"I'm the only one who can ever fuck you!" he grunted.

"Oh yes Paul!"

He lifted her against his body and sucked her face. He ate her fucked her mouth with his tongue. Bella bit his bottom lip. He hissed and tasted the blood.

He pressed his hands on her lower back, pressing her against him grinding deeper and deeper. Long. Deep. Strokes. Their bodies were now moving against each other like dancing snakes, and fuck, it felt good; he was high on life fuck he was high on her.

"I love you, Paul," Bella sucked his ear lobe.

"I love you, baby."

Bella leaned down on the table on her elbows and threw her head back. She moaned and bit her bottom lip. Her long hair had spilled all over the table. Fuck she looked amazing. He leaned down and sucked her nipple, sucked hard, making Bella hiss with pain. She lifted herself and crashed her mouth on his. Paul moaned into her mouth. Fuck she was on fire.

Paul wanted harder and deeper he slid out of her, turned her around, and thrust back into her.

Bella lifted her other leg on the table, and that was it. He plunged impossibly deep.

"Fuck … that's so good... ah …" he panted.

He swiveled his cock in and out, slowly and then slamming hard balls deep.

"Ah …" they moaned together.

So, fucking good.

"I'm coming, Paul … ahh …" Bella moaned, and her pussy started to clench around him, and he sped up, wanting her to milk him, sucking his soul out of him, and she did.

"That's right, suck me, take it …" He came hard, arching his back.

"Bellaaa!"

He held her tight as she clenched around him. They pulsed their release together. He kissed her neck "I love you, Bella. Don't ever forget that."

"I won't! I love you too, Paul," Bella sighed.

After a while, Paul lifted Bella into his arms, "Let's go to the shower."

"Yeah," Bella said and nuzzled his neck.

Paul woke up in the morning feeling the sun on his face. He yawned and looked at Bella, who was still sleeping. Her legs were tangled with his, and half of her body was covered by her own hair. He brushed the hair out of her face.

Bella opened her eyes and smiled her sleepy smile.

"Good morning, beautiful," Paul said and kissed her.

"Morning, did you sleep well?" Bella yawned.

"Yeah, like a baby," Paul caught Bella's yawn and cracked his jaw.

Paul wanted them to talk about last night one more time. That shit should never happen again.

"Talk to me, baby, tell me again what happened last night. Why did you think I was going to do anything with that bitch? You should know I won't ever want anybody other than you," Paul said, kissing her nose and her jaw.

"Oh Paul, I told you that it was the old me. I haven't always been this gorgeous," Bella sighed dramatically, "as you say I am. At the high school, no one glanced at me twice, and I was extra jealous of Jessica, who got all the guys drooling after her. For some reason, that old me showed up yesterday, and when I saw you with that blond, I just felt that it's the way things were supposed to be, that you are too gorgeous for me. I wasn't thinking clearly, I'd gotten a bit drunk, and those drinks had made me feel sick. I'm not good with alcohol. After I saw you, I ran to the toilet to throw up, and you found me when I was lining up to get my jacket."

"You shouldn't have run away from me," Paul said, feeling the hurt he felt the night before. "Well, you should have come to look for me after you came from the toilet."

"At that moment, I seriously thought you were getting on with that blond, so I wasn't coming to look for you, and then Edward came to me asking why I was crying," Bella sighed.

"That fucking prick knew exactly what was going on. I bet that bitch was someone he knows, and they had it all planned. I saw it in his face," Paul told her, feeling his anger rising again.

"I don't know. It sounds a bit too soapy, don't you think?" Bella said, "but he did ask about you when I met him at the café last week."

"What the hell? You didn't tell me?" Paul felt his pulse rising.

"Sorry, it slipped out of my mind. There has been a lot going on with the studies and work. He came to the shop, and we had coffee and chatted a little, that's all. He is not important; that's why I totally forgot."

Paul was pissed.

"Hey baby, please. Now you have to listen to your own words here. I don't want anybody else than you. Not Edward, not anyone. If you really think he was behind what happened last night, I don't want to be his friend either."

Paul huffed at her.

Bella started to laugh.

"Oh my God. What a couple we are. I'm jealous with that blonde bitch, and you're jealous of Edward, and neither of us has any reason to be."

"You find it funny, do you?" Paul smirked.

"Yes, I do," Bella giggled, "Let's make a deal. I'm not jealous of the bitches hitting you, and you don't care damn about Edward. Ok?"

"How should we seal this deal, hmm?" Paul asked and captured Bella's lips for a languid kiss. He kneaded her other breast, and Bella stretched like a cat in his arms. So fucking beautiful. He brushed his hand over her ribs, the curve of her waist to the dolphin on her hip, and over the flat stomach.

"You are the most beautiful and gorgeous woman I've ever met." Paul kissed her neck.

He leaned down to suck her other nipple into his mouth. It perked deliciously between his lips. He nipped it at the same time he plunged his finger inside of her, and she moaned.

He slid his fingers slowly in and out.

"Oh, Paul …"

"There has never been anybody else for me, and there won't be. Don't ever think otherwise."

He sucked the other nipple into his mouth. He added another finger.

"I can't get enough of you, baby. I love you so fucking much," he panted. He wanted her bad.

He curled his fingers and pumped faster.

"Paul feels so good..."

Bella arched her back and spread her legs as she lifted her hands and grabbed the bars over her head. She looked so fucking sexy he wanted to eat at her. He kissed his way between her legs, nipping and licking. He sucked her inner thigh leaving a mark there before flattening his tongue and giving her a long lick. She jerked out of bed. She fucking loved that.

"Ah... Paul..."

He licked and sucked. His nose rubbed her clit, and fingers pumped in and out. Jesus, how he loved her pussy.

"Yes … Paul …"

He sped up; he wanted her to come on his face. He grabbed her hips, pulled her tighter against his face, and sucked and licked.

Bella screamed his name as she came and moaned loudly. He loved how responsive she was to him. She always had been. They were fucking perfect together.

"Paul, you always make me feel so good," Bella panted.

He wiped his face on the sheets and kissed his way back up and kissed her. She looked at him with that intense spark she had only for him and grabbed his face between her hands. She brushed her thumbs over his bottom lip and his cheekbones. He closed his eyes on the sensation. Her hands were so soft.

"You know you are so much more than just a handsome face and gorgeous body, right?" she asked and kissed him lightly. "You are too gorgeous for your own good sometimes, but you are damn smart and funny too. You care so much and give to others. Think miss Silaigo. She would be miserable without you. You've made her life good. You are spending time with my dad, knowing he might be a bit lonely. You are a great guy. And I love you for all those reasons."

Paul blinked, and he felt his throat thickening. He didn't know what to say. Bella continued.

"I don't know what it is like to be treated like you are, free game for all those women wherever you go. I'm sure you have had fun out of it, but it must be tiring not to be able to switch it off. I promise that I won't get jealous of them anymore. I trust you when you say that I'm gorgeous and I'm all you want. But you have to believe it works another way too."

And she kissed him. He felt his heart bursting out of his chest. He didn't know what he had done to deserve this woman. He felt overwhelmed and wanted to make her his, ask her to marry him again, but he lost his guts, again, just when he was blurting out the words.

"Baby, you are too good to me. I love you so much," he said instead and kissed her.