Note from Me - So my version of Paul is probably not going to go down so well with some, but I predict that I'm going to have a lot of fun trying to figure him out. Just bare with me.

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Paul's POV

So I thought Jake was delusional.

One minute he wanted Bella for himself and most definitely wanted me to fuck off out of the picture. But the next he was going on about how I couldn't resist the imprint, it's too strong, blah blah blah...

The kid couldn't make up his mind, then again he was only 16, he wasn't supposed to know what the hell he wanted. His puppy love was pretty gag worthy. Everyone else in the pack seemed to agree. We all thought that he would eventually get over her and move on to the next boring girl, though we didn't ever let him know that. He thought it was love, like, true love.

Like I said, gag worthy.

I got home about ten minutes after Jake so kindly told me to piss off. It was late but I couldn't even think about sleep right now, my mind was reeling from my conversation what the kid and I wondered how in the hell I was was going to ignore the imprint. It was there with me every second of the day, always in the front of my mind, the only thing I could focus on, everything else was just automated.

I honestly didn't want the imprint. The whole 'soul mates' and 'forever' thing scared the shit out of me. Commitment wasn't something that I was too good at and I wasn't going to make some poor girl's life miserable because her 'soul mate' sucked at relationships. My wolf would be perfectly content to be with her, but Paul – the man, would be bored as soon as it started, itching for my freedom.

The freedom to do what ever I wanted, when I wanted. Do who I wanted, when I wanted, more specifically.

Hi my name is Paul Lahote and I'm a sex fiend.

Don't you mean sex addict, Paul?

No! Sex fiend.

So another point in the case of not accepting Bella as my imprint. She seems like such a vanilla girl, she would never be able to accept my strange past-times. And believe me, they were strange. My pack would never look at me the same again if they knew about some of the things I've done, the things that I needed to do. 'Need' being the key word here. I mean I would have sex with a freaking chair if I was desperate enough.

It's two in the morning and I'm sitting here thinking about having sex with the furniture.

Could you be any more of a loser?

"I'm pretty sure I could." I answered my own question. A whole week and no fun tends to seriously fuck up my head.

I had to be at work in four hours but I couldn't sleep, so I sat in my chair, in the kitchen, in the dark, and thought about Bella for hours.

Yep, loser...

I was late afternoon and work was slow. I was bored out of my mind and was continuously rearranging shelves just to pass the time. For the one and only hardware store in La Push we really didn't get much business. I spent most of my time standing around scratching my ass and also shamelessly flirting with Therese.

Therese was a fairly hot 30 year old single mum, and the only female employee in the store that I hadn't had. She was my supervisor and the fact that he hadn't fired me yet for my completely inappropriate behaviour told me that she like it. She sometimes flirted back with me but other times she went and got all motherly on me and told me that I needed a real girlfriend, a real job, better friends. I hated when she got like that, but I still had the hots for her. She was only 11 years older than me and she was single so I couldn't understand why she didn't give in.

I concisely pushed Bella from the front of my mind, but I knew I wouldn't be able do it for long, it was just too painful. I looked for a distraction.

She was standing by the check out looking as bored as I felt, she smiled as I walked up to her.

"So we're closing soon, do you want a ride home?"

"No thank, Paul. I've got my bike, I'll be fine." That was always her answer. I asked everyday I was there.

"I could put your bike in the back of my truck. It's cold out and the trucks warm... I'm warm." I put my hand on her arm to prove my point. It actually was cold outside.

She thought hard for a second. "Okay but just this once and only because it looks like it's about to rain. Understand?"

"Yeah, sure. Let's close up and get out of her." I smirked. I would finally have her.

The short drive to her house was quiet and the rain was coming down hard. I pulled up in front of her house and shut the engine off. My hand crept to her covered thigh, giving it a hard squeeze. Therese was wearing a conservative knee length skirt that I could easily slide my hand under if she would just allow me...

I tried anyway. My hand reaching mid thigh before she grabbed my wrist to stop me.

"We've talked about this already. We can't do this." She made no attempt to move my hand.

"Why not? I'm single, you're single. I know you're attracted to me." Her heart was racing, I could hear it.

My hand slid further up her thigh and I leaned over placing my lips to her neck, she let out a soft breathy moan.

I had this.

I was sitting right next to her now on the bench seat. Therese ran her hand up my denim cover thighs until they reached my crotch and grasped me through my clothes. The familiar waves of desire shot through my body. Then it was gone.

I shot up instantly and pulled my hands away from her. A heavy feeling settled into my chest and the pit of my stomach.

"What's wrong? You're not..." She pointed to my lap. I was completely limp. Completely.

"Ahh... Sorry I don't know what's wrong with me." This was humiliating. "I'll just get your bike for you, I should go... Sorry."

I got her bike out from the back of my truck and set it near her front door. We looked at each other awkwardly.

"So I'll see you on Thursday, I guess." She gave me a half smile.

"Yeah okay, sure. Bye."

I quickly made my escape. As soon as I was home I discarded my clothes and ran straight for the forest, phasing on the fly.

The heavy feeling in my torso was still there and all I could think about was Bella Bella Bella. It was guilt, the feeling was guilt and it made me angry. Impotent as well, apparently.

The house was awash with Bella's scent so I knew she was home, plus her old beat up truck was sitting in the driveway. Charlie's cruiser was no where in sight thankfully.

In a fit of anger I had ran to her house to give her a piece of my mind for this shitty situation that she put me in, but as she opened the door to me after what felt like minutes of constant knocking, all I could do was stare. The guilt washed over me ten fold as if I had betrayed her and I had this ridiculous urge to make it up to her.

"Paul. What what do I owe the pleasure?" Her voice was ice and the shards cut me to the bone.

Paul – the man – the rational side of me told me to leave. But Mr. Wolf wasn't having any of it, aggressive fucker that he is, I could barely control him.

Grovel. Grovel so she'll take you in. Then we can have her.

I pushed the voice back and schooled my face into a stoic mask. "Just patrolling. Making sure everything is fine and dandy."

"Well everything is 'fine and dandy' so... bye." The front door was almost closed when I put my hand up to stop it abruptly.

Bella jumped up in surprise. I could smell her fear though she tried not to show it.

She stood stock still as I opened the door fully. I tried not to step into the house, I tried not to lean down close to her neck and it tried not to inhale that infuriating and intoxicating scent, made so much more potent with her fear. I tried and I failed and it heightened her fear and increased her heart rate and her breathing and my skin was touch hers now and my wolf was humming in satisfaction.

Humming in almost complete satisfaction until she dropped into a crumpled heap on the floor. Out cold. Paul came snapping back and Paul was shocked.

And Paul was now referring to himself in the third person.

I smelt him before I heard him. "What the hell Paul!"

Jacob.

(My Nemesis)