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This story will have many twists and turns and some may not be happy with its outcome. Remember you are choosing to read this so buckle up and just enjoy the crazy ride!

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~Prologue~

If You Need Somebody

Call my name

If you want someone

You can do the same

If you want to keep something precious

You got to lock it up and throw away the key

If you want to hold onto your possession

Don't even think about me

If you love somebody

If you love someone

If you love somebody

If you love someone, set them free

Set them free

Set them free

Set them free

If You Love Someone Set Them Free by Sting & The Police

They say if you love something, set it free. If it comes back to you, it was meant to be. What happens when it comes back and you foolishly push it away, right into the arms of the man you think will be better for her? She runs right into his arms, that's what. And you are left heartbroken, shattered, and alone.

Chapter One

~The Day It All Began~

The time for reasoning is before we have approached near enough to the forbidden fruit to look at it and admire. - Margaret Perciva

CPOV

It was a very long day at Seattle Children's Hospital. I moved from Forks to a city outside of Seattle called Redmond, right after Esme filed for divorce. I needed a fresh start. Our twins, Jasper and Rosalie, stayed in the Forks area. Jasper had a great job and Rosalie's world revolved around her fiancé, Emmett McCarthy.

I guess I should be happy. Emmett is a great man and he comes from an incredible family. Jasper was dating a new girl, Alice. She was short and petite and had a whirlwind of energy. They both had their own lives to lead. Esme found out that she was pregnant when we were eighteen. With her family's support we got married and I went to Medical School. After twenty years of marriage and the kids leading their own lives, we had nothing left. It was a quick and smooth divorce, because I just gave her what she wanted. She deserved it.

After my long shift I decided to unwind. I stopped at this bar called, Bar & Grill, that I'd passed by the other day. I walked into the place and was impressed that it was so clean. I looked around and noticed that there were only a handful of people at the bar. I sat down on a stool and out from the back came the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. She had long brown hair, the perfect figure, and the most kissable lips. She had on a low cut tank top that showed her perfect cleavage. The kicker was she didn't look any older then twenty-two. I had twins her age and I would tear apart a man that even thought of my daughter in that way.

I watched her closely as she walked over to me.

"Hey, there. I haven't seen you in here before. What can I get you, sexy?"

"Gin and tonic, please," I answered. Did she just call me sexy?

She smiled. "My name's Issy, what's yours?" she asked.

I hesitated because I was mesmerized by her deep chocolate eyes. "Carlisle," I stammered.

"I haven't heard that name in ages," she said as she mixed my drink. "Do you have a nickname?"

"Yes," I sighed. "The guys at the hospital call me Carl."

"The hospital?" she asked as she gave me my drink.

"Yes, I'm a doctor," I answered.

"Oh," she said. I was lost in her perfect red lips. "Can I call you Carl then?"

Sweetheart, you can call me anything you want. I had to pull myself together, I was sure she was close to my daughter's age. She was definitely forbidden fruit. Fruit I would like to sink my teeth into.

"Yes, you can call me Carl."

"Issy, would ya stop flirting and get me a beer? I'm dying of thirst over here."

"Keep your pants on, Garrett," she scolded him. "I swear he was born in a barn," she whispered and then winked at me.

I watched as she sauntered over and poured Garret a beer. Fuck, I'm done for. I wanted her and I knew it was wrong on so many levels.

Sweet Issy made her way back towards me. "So, what brings you in here tonight?" she asked.

"I just needed a change of scenery and unwind from a crazy day."

"Isn't Mrs. Dr. Carl waiting for you at home?" she asked.

"I can assure you that the ex-Mrs. Dr. Carl doesn't care where I am," I responded then took a sip of my drink.

"Sorry," she said. She sounded both sorry and happy at the same time.

"No need to apologize, it was going to happen sooner or later."

"Well, hot stuff, I can assure you her loss will be some other girl's gain," she said with a smirk.

I laughed. "So, tell me about you. Do you have a boyfriend?" I asked.

"Nope," she answered popping the p.

"Not that Edward hasn't tried," Garrett shouted.

"Shut up. No one is talking to you," she snapped.

She was not only beautiful, she was sassy and could definitely hold her own.

"Who's Edward?" I inquired.

She sighed. "He comes in all time and I guess you could say he likes me."

"Is he ugly?" I asked.

"No, he's actually pretty hot."

"Then what's the issue?"

"He's just not my type."

"What is your type?" I asked her. I was very curious as to what made Miss Issy tick.

"Wild, mysterious, maybe even dangerous. Edward is just so predictable and I don't know. I guess safe is the word I'd use for him." She laughed. "He would be the sensible choice for a girl to make, but I like living on the edge." She leaned over the bar and whispered the last part to me.

Fuck, I wanted to help her live on the edge.

As the night went on people came and went. Issy flirted with me every chance she got. She even called me sexy a few times, which made my cock twitch. God, I hadn't had sex in such a long time. I just sat and watched her as I nursed my drinks.

Closing time came. I looked around and was surprised to find it was just the two of us left.

"You close up all the time by yourself?" I asked, thinking that most young ladies in this day and age would be afraid to lock up a bar alone.

"Usually one of the regulars will wait until I lock the door. But I felt safe with you here."

"But you have to walk out alone then?" I asked. My voice was full of concern.

She laughed. "I live upstairs. This is my aunt's bar, but I pretty much run it. She pays me well and the rent is cheap."

"Oh, so this is what you do for a living?" I asked.

"It's not so bad." She stopped wiping the bar down and looked at me. "We're closed on Sundays and Mondays. I just haven't figured out what I want to do when I grow up. I graduated college with an English degree. There aren't many jobs out there for someone whose passion is reading."

"That's true," I replied.

After tossing the dirty cloth in a bin she walked over toward me. "So, Carl, you leaving or are you coming upstairs with me?"

I thought I was hearing things. "What?"

"Look, we're both adults and I find you very sexy. I've had a great time talking to you tonight. I just wondered if you would want to take this upstairs? I'd like to get to know you better," she purred.

I knew I should say no, that it was the right thing to do. But my rather hard cock had other ideas.

"Lead the way," I answered.

She walked towards the door and locked it, then bent over to hit the extra lock on the bottom and I almost fell over. I could see the top of a tattoo peeking out from the top of her pants. My cock twitched again, God help me I wanted to run my tongue over her tattoo and the rest of her amazing body. She walked towards me and grabbed my hand.

"You look like the cat that ate the canary," she stated and smirked.

This was the first time we had touched this evening and a warm feeling flowed through my body. I followed through the hall and up the stairs, wondering just how many men she has taken up to her apartment.

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