Justice and Peace

The next evening, Dad came home and told us they'd arrested Edward. He explained there was enough evidence to hold him until the trial unless he could post bail.

"Will he?" I asked worriedly.

Fear spread through me at the thought he would retaliate against Clara. Dad smirked at me.

"Carlisle came to see him, and Edward asked him to post bail. He told him he was being framed, and that he was actually innocent. Edward tried to blame you, saying that you were out to get him because he had moved on and you couldn't handle that."

"As if," I snorted.

I could have cared less that he was dating someone else. I only cared about how he'd treated her.

"Did he post bail?" Paul asked.

Dad shook his head, smiling. I let out the breath I hadn't realised I was holding in.

"When Carlisle refused, he became really, really angry. He started shouting at Carlisle, even gripping his wrist. The officer in the room had to pull him off. As he left, I saw Carlisle rubbing his wrist," Charlie explained. "Apparently, Carlisle said that Edward had to pay for his own mistakes and that he wasn't going to help him anymore."

Feeling a little more at ease, I nodded. Dad left not long after, leaving Paul and me alone. We sat snuggled up on the couch, with Paul softly stroking my arm.

"Paul," I started, I heard a soft hmmm from him. "Shall we go to bed,"

I gave his chest a quick peck before looking up at him with a smirk. Paul's smirked at me.

"Let's go!" he chuckled eagerly lifting me up.

I couldn't help but laugh at him. Paul was acting like a kid after prom getting lucky with his date. Unfortunately, those plans got put on hold by someone knocking at the door. With a sigh, Paul looked at me.

"Go wait for me in the bedroom, I will get rid of whoever it is as quickly as I can," he instructed.

With a smirk, I kissed him on the cheek before following his instructions. When I got to the room, I quickly undressed and lay on the bed. Some time passed but he still hadn't returned. Deciding to go see, I got up and put on one of his shirts. As I walked down the hallway, I heard a woman's voice.

"I thought you said you would never come back," the woman asked.

"It's none of your business," I could hear the frustration in his voice.

I walked into the living room to see a blonde woman, standing near Paul.

"Paul, is everything ok?" I asked as both people turned to face me.

The woman's eyes widened whilst Paul's eyes filled with desire. I guess he liked what I was wearing.

"Who is this Paul?" she asked as I walked up to his side.

His arms wrapped around my waist as mine wrapped around his. His smile warmed as he gazed at me.

"I'm his girlfriend, who are you?" I asked and she glared at me.

"I wasn't asking you," she sneered at me before turning to Paul. "Who is she?"

Paul's arm tightened around me as he smirked at her.

"Just like she said, she's my girlfriend. We came for her dad's wedding," he told her before kissing my cheek.

"Your girlfriend," she laughed. "Are you sure a guy like you can have a girlfriend? How long has this 'girlfriend' been around? A week, maybe two? Is this her last day?" she asked putting quotation marks up when she said, girlfriend.

"That's none of your business Liza," Paul said angrily.

'Ah this is Liza,' I thought.

"Oh! so you're the famous Liza, I have heard about you," I said in a sickly-sweet voice.

Liza smirked at me as she folded her arms across her chest.

"Oh really! and what have you heard?" she asked.

"I heard you were a slut in disguise."

Instantly, her smirk fell and anger flared in her eyes.

"What!" she demanded.

"Well, I know you're the daughter of a priest but then you told Paul that you'd have slept with him straight away if you didn't have a reputation to make. You couldn't be seen as easy," I reminded her.

Liza glared at me, as I looked her up and down. She was dressed more like a slutty socialite instead of a priest's daughter.

"I have to thank you though. If you hadn't played hard to get, two things wouldn't have happened. One, Paul would still be a womaniser and two he wouldn't have left here, and we wouldn't have met or gotten together. So, thanks."

Her eyes blazed as she gritted her teeth and bunched her fists.

"Now if you don't mind, we were about to turn in. So, if you would be so kind and get out," I asked.

In a huff, Liza stormed out. Paul and I instantly started laughing.

"That was the best thing I've seen in a long time," Paul laughed.

I smirked at him as I started to walk away.

"I'm sure I can show you something better," I teased.

Paul's eyes grew dark again as he rushed to follow me. By the time he reached his bedroom door, I was already kneeling on his bed. I had no idea where all this confidence was coming from. Seductively, I pulled his shirt off slowly. Revealing my bare skin inch by inch.

Quickly, Paul walked forward undressing as he went. By the time he reached the bed he was bare, his erection was hard and standing tall.

"Bella," he moaned as I gripped him in one hand and started to pump him.

Quickly, he gripped my shoulders and pushed me onto my back. Then, he moved on top of me and without warning pushed his thick cock into my wet hole.

"Paul!" I moaned in pleasure.

His movements were quick and hard. The sound of our slapping skin filled the room along with our moans. My legs locked around his waist as my arms gripped his shoulders. I could feel his breath against my ear as he nibbled up and down my neck.

"Oh god, Bella! You're driving me crazy," he panted. "It's like I can't get enough of you."

He lifted his head up and crashed his lips onto mine. Our tongues battled for dominance in time with his hips. I could feel my orgasm coming closer.

"Paul!" I breathed out as it overtook me.

As I rode out my release, he slowed his movements. Once I was done, he sat up and started to piston into me. He took hold of my legs and spread them wider. I gasped as his cock hit places that made me dizzy.

With a cry, Paul released before collapsing beside me. We panted as I wrapped my arms around his waist and leaned my head against his chest.

Several days later Paul and I said goodbye to my father and headed home. On the drive back, I fell asleep. For the first time, in a long time, I felt at peace. Paul pulled up at his house late that evening and woke me up.

"We're here beautiful," he whispered with a smile.

With a sigh, I smiled as I got out.

"Shall we do something fun tomorrow?" he asked.

Sleepily, I nodded, gave him a quick kiss, and said goodnight.

Once inside I took my bag upstairs and climbed into bed with a sigh. I smiled into my own pillows as sleep slowly started to take me again.

"Hello, beautiful..."