So sorry about the little delay in updating. It was certainly not intentional! This is the big chapter where Esme finds out what's REALLY going on in her house. I know at least for one of my reviewers **cough** annsteph **cough** this isn't what you wanted or expected to happen. But hopefully you will find it in your heart to forgive me. =D Enjoy!

It had been a couple months since the kitchen mishap. Rosalie had not been thrilled that Carlisle and she had almost been caught, but she had been even less thrilled when she didn't get what she wanted—him. She had decided that enough was enough, he would belong to her one way or another. Yes, Emmett was her husband and Esme was her mother, but there was something incredibly exciting about sneaking around with someone as forbidden as your own father.

There had been a few more attempts to get Carlisle to surrender since the kitchen- in his office at the hospital, once when she tricked him into going hunting with her alone, and there was the one time in the Mercedes—her personal favorite. And although Carlisle had refused her every time, she could see he was unraveling. She was used to it, men always wanted her. Which was the exact reason why she was going to try again today… in his study. Rosalie had it all planned out. Everyone but Carlisle, Edward, and she were going hunting later. She knew that Edward would leave to go see Bella, and that's when Carlisle and she would have the house all to themselves. That's when she would make her move, although she did rather enjoy this game of cat and mouse they were playing.

So the time had come when Emmett, Alice, Jasper, and Esme had all left to go hunting and Rosalie could hear Edward upstairs telling Carlisle he was going to see Bella. Perfect. Rosalie waited until she couldn't hear the Volvo anymore in the distance before she made a move for the stairs. When she reached the door of Carlisle's study she knocked quietly. She had half the nerve to bust down the door, throw him on the desk, and have her way with him. But she had learned in the kitchen that force would not make Carlisle warm up to her any faster.

So she took her time, slow and steady, and waited until she heard him say "Come in" before opening the door. When she stepped inside the office, Carlisle was sitting at his desk writing in a large notebook and had books upon books stacked beside him on the desk. 'They won't last too long…' she thought to herself as images began to flood her mind. She shook her head and tried to focus. She sat down in the chair on the opposite side of the desk.

Carlisle looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to say whatever she had come in his office to tell him. She had already decided she wasn't going to dance around the subject.

"The Mercedes was fun the other day." He froze, he knew this was coming. Him. Her. In a house. Alone. He was ready for it though, maybe a little too ready….. "Maybe we can take another ride it in sometime" she said, lacing her words with double meaning. He didn't respond, not really knowing what to say. She stood from her chair and made her way to his side of the desk. She put her hand on the back of his chair and slowly spun it around so she was standing in front of him. "It was fun right?" He still couldn't seem to find words and just stared at her, unmoving. She put her hands on each of the armrests of his chair, and slowly began leaning in towards his face. "And I mean…you like me right?" she purred into his ear.

All he could get out was a forced "…..uh huh…" and nodded his head.

She took this as a green light and grabbed his shirt, pulling him into a standing position before pushing him onto the desk. He landed with a thud and in no time her hands were at his belt, desperately trying to get it off. She pulled the zipper on his pants and yanked down his khaki Dockers. He was wearing his favorite "Kiss Me I'm English" boxers that the boys had bought him for Christmas as a joke…perfect. She looked him in the eye and for once he wasn't panicking, in fact, his eyes had turned pitch black letting her know that he was enjoying this as much as she was. Suddenly he shoved his precious antique books off the desk and pulled Rosalie up to join him on top of the desk.

Out of nowhere they heard the study door slam against the wall. They both froze and looked up to see a seething Esme standing in the doorway. Carlisle and Rosalie were unable to move, almost hoping that if they didn't move Esme wouldn't see them. They sat there, staring at her for what seemed like hours, waiting for the attack that never seemed to come. She was silent, staring at them with anger pouring out of her, breathing like she had just run 10 miles. Suddenly the sounds of chatter and doors closing could be heard from downstairs. Oh no, the family was home.

"I…."

"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ONE WORD FROM YOU CARLISLE CULLEN!" Esme shouted with a roar that made the house shake.

Carlisle and Rosalie froze, mouths hanging open, stunned into silence by this uncharacteristic outburst from Esme. Suddenly the doorway was filled with the rest of the Cullens, minus Edward, quietly peering into the room to see what was going on. Emmett took one look at his father laying on top of his desk in nothing but a shirt and his "Kiss Me I'm English" boxers with Rosalie on top of him.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" Emmett yelled as the other Cullens stared in shock at the sight before them.

Even if they wanted to, neither Carlisle nor Rose could have gotten themselves together enough to speak. Emmett was burning holes into Carlisle with his raging stare and without warning started running towards his father, ready to rip him to shreds. Quick thinking Jasper grabbed hold of Emmett by the arm while Rosalie quickly jumped off the desk trying to stand between Emmett and Carlisle. Emmett was yelling a string of profanities at Carlisle while Carlisle was desperately trying to find wherever Rosalie had thrown his khakis, all the while ready to make a run for it- pants or no pants- if Emmett got through Jasper and Rosalie. Carlisle finally found his pants and was about to put them on when he was suddenly flying through the air and with his back slamming against the opposite wall. He looked down as Esme had him pinned against the wall, her eyes completely black.

"I cannot believe you." She said through gritted teeth.

"Esme I'm sorry. It wasn't like that."

"Oh I wasn't? What exactly was it Carlisle? Tell me I did not walk into my husband's office to find him on top of the desk with another woman. Let alone HIS OWN DAUGHTER!" her voice shrieked. Carlisle had nothing to say. It wasn't even like he could deny it or blame it on Rosalie. He had been just as much a part of it. The "Kiss Me" boxers said it all.

"I'm sorry." Carlisle said with as much sincerity as he could muster. And I was true. He was sorry. Esme didn't care though, she picked her knee up and nailed her husband right in the jewels, earning a collective "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" from the rest of her family. Carlisle collapsed to the ground, legs together, writhing in pain as he tried to get as much unneeded air as possible to go into his lungs. For a human, kicking Carlisle would be asking to break a bone, but for Esme, it was like a human kicking any other person. Esme walked out of the room still fuming, but inwardly smirking at the pain she had just caused her husband. He deserved a lot more. The only reason she had not caused him more pain was because of Jasper's desperate waves of calm that were shooting through the room.

"THAT WON'T BE HALF AS BAD AS WHAT I'M GOING TO DO TO YOU!" Emmett shouted while trying desperately to pull away from Jasper and Rosalie. Suddenly Edward came flying through the study door almost knocking Alice over on his way.

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED? WHAT WERE YOU TWO THINKING?" Edward yelled at Rosalie, knowing Carlisle wasn't going to be speaking anytime soon.

"JUST STAY OUT OF IT EDWARD!" Rosalie shouted back at him.

"STAY OUT OF IT?"

"YES! IT'S BETWEEN ME AND CARLISLE!" At the mention of his father's name Emmett snarled and made another attempt to get at Carlisle who was still rocking back and forth on the ground across the room. Edward put himself between Emmett and Carlisle, knowing a fight would only make things 1,000 times worse than they already were. Suddenly Esme came running back into the room making her way straight for Carlisle, ready to attack him again, but Alice quickly grabbed Esme by the arms and tried to push her back out of the room.

"WHAT THE HELL CARLISLE! I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU!" Esme shouted, obviously not done expressing her feelings, at the man who was now attempting to sit up.

"I'm… sorry…" he managed to squeak out like a 14 year old boy going through puberty. Knowing she wouldn't get anything more than that at the moment, Esme turned her wrath onto Rosalie.

"Get out of my house. Now." She looked to Carlisle, "Both of you."

10 minutes later…..

"Please just stop Rosalie!" Carlisle said to his daughter who was seated in the driver's seat of his black Mercedes. He could barely walk, let alone sit up and drive.

"Look, it's not my fault! I didn't hear them come in!"

"…."

"GAH! Men! Why do I bother?" Rosalie kept her eyes on the road as Carlisle, hunched over in the seat, stared out the windshield angrily, daring anyone to cross him. He was furious, infuriated at Rosalie for tempting him and livid at himself for going along with it. Now he was stuck in a car driving along to God knows where for God knows how long with the person who started it all. SHE was the reason his entire family was fuming at him right now. SHE was the reason his wife was at home ready to rip his manhood off.

Rosalie looked over to her father, completely aware of his rage. She didn't care. He would have to get over it. She glanced at him again and decided for once to act like a true teenager and push him farther, "We should've gotten you an ice pack before we left. You probably have nothing left down there."

He slowly turned towards her holding back a growl, anger raging from his black eyes. Not thinking and not caring Carlisle simply said, "Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Rosalie." And turned back to stare out the windshield…

Out of character I know! Almost no one acted like themselves in this chapter! But I just couldn't help it! But that's exactly what fanfiction is for right? Lol. And no, I don't believe an ice pack would do much good for a vampire, but I needed Rosalie to say SOMETHING sarcastic! Lol. The next chapter will be the last. It will simply be this chapter from Esme's POV. So be prepared to find out all the missing links in this chapter. For example why everyone came home out of nowhere, what happened at the Cullen's after Carlisle and Rosalie left, etc.

Also, this is going to sound really strange. But in this chapter I used the line, "And I mean….you like me right?" What is that from? Does anyone know? I feel like it's a quote from a movie maybe? Idk, but it's really bothering me that I can't figure it out! So if you have any idea let me know please! Lol!

Don't forget to review! =D