Carlisle POV:

As soon as I got my job at the hospital after college, I'd quit working for the bartender. I'd been looking for that beautiful girl I met a month ago, but she never showed up again. Neither did any of her friends. I remember the fun we had that night. I don't remember her name, it started with an E, but I couldn't put my finger on her name. We were both too drunk to get each other's phone number. No one thought that night, we just fucked. I felt bad that I just humped her and then we never saw each other again. A one night stand is not something you're supposed to wonder about, but I wanted to see this girl again. She seemed very special and she still held a place in my heart. Her friend gave me a picture of the two of us dancing, and I had it in my pocket all the time, so I knew what the nameless girl looked like. Heart shaped face, cute dimples, gorgeous caramel-colored curls, and pretty green eyes. And she was amazing in bed, so wet and warm against my straining cock…I felt myself getting hard just thinking about her. God! I had to stop these perverted thoughts about this lovely woman!

Then, I saw the four girls with their four boyfriends. I looked around them to see if I could find the shortest girl, the girl I wanted to have a second date with, whose name started with an E. I gave up when I couldn't see her. Maybe she was in the bathroom.

"Where's your friend?" I asked the girl on Chief Swan's arm.

"Wait, do I know you?"

"I think so. You took a picture of me and your friend dancing that night, remember? Carlisle Cullen…"

"Oh! That's your name! Esme barely remembered you. She said your name started with C, and the rest of us forgot too. We were so wasted!" She laughed. "I'm Renee Sweetling, by the way," We shook hands.

"Soon to be Renee Swan," the chief said, winking at Renee.

Renee chuckled humorlessly. "Esme Platt? Oh, she's pregnant and she moved away," She chewed her lip nervously. "She was forced into a marriage,"

I felt my heart breaking for her. "What? Is this supposed to be a joke?" I almost yelled. "She's pregnant with my child?"

"I'm sorry. After her dad found out she was knocked up, he introduced her to Charles Evenson, that loser who tried to take advantage of her when you saved her,"

"Charles-" I started, clenching my fists. "OH MY GOD! I'M GOING TO KILL THAT ASSHOLE! WHERE IS HE?" I wasn't usually a violent man, but the thought of my future girlfriend in that man's filthy hands repulsed me to no end!

"Carlisle, calm down! I don't want you to get kicked out of here! They're gone, they moved to Ohio, she had no choice. It was her dad, not her! Please, just hear me out," Renee pleaded. "We miss her too," A tear fell from her eye.

"I apologize, Renee. I didn't mean to yell at you and make you cry. I'm so sorry,"

"No I understand. I was boiling mad, too, when I found out! We all gave her dad the finger because we'll never see her again,"

"Who's this?" a Spanish girl asked from behind Renee.

"Carmen, this is Esme's mystery man, Carlisle Cullen. Carlisle, meet my friend Carmen. Oh, and these are our other friends, Charlotte and Siobhan," she introduced me, and I shook hands with each of them as she said their names.

"Pleased to meet you all,"

"You too," Carmen said with a smile. "So, you wanted to ask her for a second date?"

"Yeah," I said wistfully. "But she's with that pig!"

"It's hard for us too. We miss her so much. She was the heart of our group, and also the baby, you know, the youngest. She turned seventeen on July 13th,"

"But how is that even legal? Charles is thirty-seven years old!" I was trying not to lose my temper this time. The thought of his hands on her-ugh!

"Her dad said it was fine, and of course, to be married under eighteen, you have to get parental consent, so…" Charlotte trailed off, shaking her head sadly.

"Can't you do anything, Chief Swan?" I asked angrily.

"Sorry, buddy. I was going to, but they escaped right when I found out from my girl,"

"Argh!" I growled. "Fuck! What about Mr. Platt?"

"He didn't do anything illegal, he just gave her an unfair punishment,"

"He sent her into the hands of the Devil!"

"I'm sure he didn't know Charles was that bad. I'll look into it, though. I promise,"

"Thanks, man," I said, slowly relaxing my jaw which was so tight that it started to hurt. "I'll call Esme tonight,"

"Her phone isn't working. It just goes straight to voicemail. I think he either threw it away or she let her phone die and he never let her charge it again. We tried calling her for two weeks straight after she left, but it only worked before she got on the plane," Siobhan reported. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"Hey, sexy, wanna dance?" some blonde bimbo asked from behind me.

"Sorry…" I muttered, walking away to get a margarita. I was so stressed out that I needed something to calm down my muscles and my fists that were aching to punch something-or rather, somebody, such as Charles or Mr. Platt.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just need to drink,"

I danced with her anyway-but I didn't fuck her, because I'd given my virginity to Esme, and she'd given her virginity to me, and I didn't want to waste it on anyone else. I danced with millions of other women, but we did nothing intimate. I was saving more of it for Esme, if she ever happened to escape him.

I blamed myself for it. If I hadn't been so drunk, I would have told her she didn't have to give herself to me. We both agreed to fuck-so it wasn't like I raped her, but still! At least she took advantage of me too-she gave me the best blow job I'd ever had in my life! She kissed my chest and my neck and just about everywhere! I was glad part of me was inside her, and part of her was inside me. I tucked the picture in my jeans pocket and left for home.

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