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EPOV:

From the moment I return to the estate, I am utterly useless. I retire to my study, intent on getting some work done, but find that my thoughts are only focused on one thing. Her. I do not know her name and yet, she has completely captivated me. Her guileless eyes are present in my mind throughout the day. The memory of the way she would bite down on her full bottom lip as her world shattered around me plays in my head again and again. I need to find her. Tonight cannot come soon enough. I am growing restless as I wait for her, and my only solace is the fact that I know where she works-where she lives. If not for that, I would be driven positively mad.

A knock on the door interrupts my contemplations, and I lean back against my chair. I wish I could will away my father, but once he summons me, there is no escape from his endless lectures and priding into my personal life. If only mother was well-she would provide some means for a distraction. Of course, he has his mistress who lives a short distance away; he could always seek out her company, for I am sure it is preferable to mine.

"Father," I greet him, not bothering to stand. Instead, I lean over my papers and busy myself with matters of the estate. "Can I do something for you?"

"You arrived late this afternoon," he comments, cutting directly to the point.

"Did I?" I question, my eyes still on the papers before me. "I did not realize I disturbed you, Father. I shall be more careful next time."

He does not comment and he takes a seat in a chair seated in front of my desk. When I bother to look up at him, he is playing with a ring on his middle finger. Silence is his way of keeping me on edge-keeping me wondering what could possibly be on his mind. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction, I do not bother to question him on his silence. Instead, I wait for him to speak up, knowing he will sooner rather than later. While I do not have warm feelings toward my father, I do respect him. He is as cunning as he is intelligent. When he wants something, he takes it. I suppose I am like him in that way. I can be a bastard when it comes to getting my own way.

"I invited the Denali's to stay with us for a fortnight."

I nearly groan aloud at his declaration. The Denali's-I have never come across a group more atrociously artificial. Fortune hunters, the lot of them. If Mr. Denali's daughters were not so pleasing to look at, I do not know how I would stand their presence. Despite their appearances, their personalities leave much to be desired. Miss Tanya Denali-the eldest of Mr. Denali's daughters-can never keep her mouth shut. She cackles on and on until I fear my dick might shrivel up and fall off by being in such close proximity to her. Miss Irina, her younger sister, is far more pleasing. But even so, I am not looking for a match.

"Father, do not expect anything to come of their visit."

"They do not please you, son?"

"You are well aware of my feelings toward them," I reply curtly.

"Well, then. Who do you plan on being promised to, then? You certainly do not show an inclination toward any of the girls I have presented to you. I am sure if it were up to you, you would take a prostitute."

Thinking of the brunette beauty from last night, a smile tugs on my lips. "Maybe I will take a prostitute for a wife, father. And then you do not have to waste your breath speaking on this topic again."

Father's features pinch together in annoyance and he rises from his seat. "I will give you until the end of the year, Edward. That is four months away. Take a wife, or I shall give the inheritance to one of your brothers."

"You can't do that," I reply, rising as well. "It is my birthright. James and Royce are completely unfit to run an estate-especially one as grand as this-you know that."

"It seems that you are just as disappointing," he replies in a calm tone. "Four months. Find a wife by then, or I hope you will find joy as a clergyman or joining the militia." He gives me one final, meaningful look before leaving my study.

~A Rogue's Desire~

I lean back against the seat of my carriage and try to calm myself. I am itching for her-my brunette beauty. I have never needed someone like this-never ached for someone so desperately. I do not know how I feel about my new dependency. It frightens me in a way. I cannot form such a strong bond with a prostitute. However, she does not need to be a prostitute for much longer. I can take her back with me. I can claim her as mine…

Tonight, I shall ask her to be my mistress. I can make a home for her in one of the cottages on my estate. I can make sure she is pampered and has more than enough food to eat-since she seemed almost malnourished when I looked at her frame last night. While her body was all sensuous curves, her ribs protrude as if she had not had a nice meal in a very long time. I shall give her the very best of everything if she allows me to do so.

I relax as we pull in front of the brothel. I step out of the carriage and wait a moment before my man is down the street before I venture inside. I pray that she is not occupied with another man. I came as early as I could, hoping to bet the rush of men that come later in the evening. I can barely breathe as I step inside the establishment, as I wonder what I would do if I did see her beautiful body wrapped around another man. It has been a long time since I have been in a fight, but I would not put the notion past me if I saw another man with his hands on her.

My eyes survey the room and thankfully, I do not find my brunette beauty anywhere. My relief is short-lived. This could mean one of two things: she is not here or she is upstairs pleasuring someone else. If it is the first possibility, I shall sit here all night and wait for her, if it is the second… Rage boils inside of me as I even think about it. I stifle my fury and find a seat at the bar, hoping that she is alone and merely out of my sight.

The redhead from last night brings me an ale, holding it next to her naked breasts as she beckons me to reach out for my drink. I take my pint of ale and relax against my seat and as I take my first drink, the topless redhead crawls into my lap. Part of me wants to push her away-fearing my brunette will see us together and will move onto another man-but another part of me worries if this redhead doesn't stay seated on my lap, I might get up and venture up stairs, tearing the rooms apart like a crazed lunatic as I look for my lover from the previous evening.

I manage to sit with the redhead on my lap for a half hour, before I become positively restless. She rubs her bare breasts against my face and while it is pleasurable enough, it is not what I want. I will not be satisfied until I find her. The one lady who seems to have vanished into thin air. The one lady my length calls for. I know the redhead can pleasure me well enough-for she has in the past-but tonight I know release would be all she could provide me with. Release without satisfaction is not why I came here.

I see Charlotte across the room and brush the redhead off of my lap to go to her. My former companion protests, but I do not turn to look at her. What I want right now is answers. Where is she? Charlotte's eyes widen as she takes me in, and I wonder how I must look to her.

"Mr. Cullen, what a pleasure it is to see you again. Is there something I can do for you?" she asks politely, obviously recognizing my agitation.

"Where is the girl I was with last night?"

"The virgin? I am not sure. I haven't seen her since she left in the wee hours of the morning."

"She has not returned then?" I ask, my agitation growing unbearable.

"No. 'Fraid not, Mr. Cullen. But, there's plenty of other ladies here for you."

If my brunette is not here, she must be close by. She has to be somewhere and I will find her and possess her once more. Without saying another word to Charlotte, I push past her and head toward the door. She calls out to me, trying to make another offer, but I will have none of it.

I want what I came here for.

A/N: Another BPOV coming up next chapter! I know this story seems a bit different (if you read the original) but I promise you, it really won't be very different than my original! Also, I've heard that you can't review a chapter that you have already reviewed, so feel free to leave a guest review! I love to hear about what you're thinking about the changes!

**I've got to say, rewriting this is definitely interesting…. I didn't know my punctuation used to be so horrible! It's so embarrassing to go back and read my original to be honest. I am so happy that some of you actually put up with me.**