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This story is AU/OOC/OTT.
All characters belong to Stephanie Meyer. No copyright infringement intended.
Mature readers 18+ only.
Carlisle's POV
Bored. Completely, utterly, absolutely bored out of my skull. Bored with my life, bored with my wife, bored with my kids, bored with my career, bored with my car—just plain bored. Bored stiff. Well, I am a stiff—come to think of it, no wonder I'm so bored.
I need a change, that's what I need, but what? I like Bella's idea of attending college, but, then again, it's so typical—so boring. I want to do something different—something that'll shock the socks off of even me.
Hmm...I think I'll start with a new car. I've been driving a fucking Mercedes since 1926—switching out models every three to four years. Well, I'm sick of it. I want a fun car. I want sex on wheels. I want a goddamned Audi R8—that's what I want. I want a machine that'll make women cream their panties on sight. I'm twenty-three—not fifty-three, it's time my car reflected that.
I cleaned out my Mercedes and made my way to the Audi dealership. Within an hour, I had traded in my one month old Mercedes S-600 for an Audi R8. I decided to take my car into Manhattan for a spin. YES! This is the way to go! Fuck yeah! Oh fuck, is that a cop? Damn it! I'd better pull over.
One speeding ticket later, my very first one—mind you, and I was on the road again. "On the road again, just can't wait to get on the road again..." Why the hell am I singing that song? Fuck Willie Nelson. I need to become more hip, more in the now. I checked out my profile in the rearview mirror. Fuck! I even look old. I don't look twenty-three. Riley's twenty-three and he looks twenty-three. I look thirty-three. The fact was that I was right in the middle when it came to age. At twenty-three, I was the same age as Riley, Amanda, and Katie. Rex was the oldest at twenty-nine, then came Eleazar and Peter at twenty-seven, Esme and Carmen were next at twenty-six, and we rounded off the older set with Vicky and Laurent at twenty-four.
Last night, the guys went out to a gentleman's club, but I wasn't invited. I wanted to go. I love a beautiful woman as much as the next guy, but because I'm the designated father, they didn't even consider the fact that perhaps I wanted to go and get down and dirty too. Damn it all to hell!
What I need to do is to change my looks. I'm just going to pull in front of the Standard Hotel and have them valet my car. I might as well check in too. I don't feel like going home tonight. I don't feel like going home ever. I'm so sick of my life!
I asked the concierge where celebrities get their hair cut in New York City. He told me that there was a salon called Garren New York within Henri Bendel's. I had him book an appointment for me and made my way there. Once inside, I told the owner to spare no expense and make me a new man. He asked me if I wanted a dramatic change. I told him absolutely, yes. We opted for coloring my hair a chocolate brown, similar to Bella's natural color. He also gave me a hip, new haircut and waxed my eyebrows so that they'd frame my face more. He then booked an appointment for me at a waxing salon exclusively for men called Manwax, as well as a spray tanning studio and told me that I should probably vacation in Florida more because my skin was so pasty. I paid, thanked the man, and took a cab to Manwax.
Fuck me! That shit hurt! I don't know how Rex and Laurent put up with that kind of pain. I wonder if Nair works with our vampire constitutions? I don't see why not. If waxing works, Nair has to work. That was painful, really painful. It was the worst when the technician was ripping the hair off of my inner thighs. I was actually contemplating draining her because I didn't think that a person that willingly inflicts that much pain on another person should be allowed to live. The bitch is more evil than those Volturi torture experts.
I left the waxing salon and made my way to the tanning studio next. I opted for the extra dark. I stripped my clothes off and donned the plastic shower cap and paper thong underwear that they provided for me. How the hell am I supposed to stuff my cock into this. Oh well, I'll do the best I can.
I waited in the room until a spray tan artist came in armed with an airbrush. She sprayed my body from head to toe, then asked if I wanted her to airbrush some abs on me.
"I have abs, don't I?" I asked, a little perplexed. I'm a fucking vampire. There aren't any pudgy vampires that I know of.
"Yes, beautiful ones, but we can make them look more toned and defined with the airbrushing." She replied.
"Sure, why not." I might as well go for the gusto.
I left the tanning studio and decided to do some shopping. I needed to get rid of these dowdy, middle aged looking clothes that Esme picked out for me. It's mid summer and I'm wearing slacks for God's sake. I decided to call the owner of the hair salon and ask him if he knew of any personal shoppers that would be available in an hour. He called one that he knew for me and I met him an hour later in front of my hotel. I told him that money wasn't an issue and give me a new look. When I told him that I wanted to look my age, he hailed a cab and surprisingly, we went shopping in Greenwich Village. I purchased everything from shorts to jeans to graphic T's to hooded sweatshirts. After a few hours there, we made our way to Hugo Boss where he suggested I purchase two suits for more formal evenings as well as some outfits for going clubbing in. That's what I'll do, I'll go clubbing tonight.
At around 9 pm, I paid the personal shopper for his services and made my way back to the hotel. I decided to pierce my ear. Having been a vampire for three hundred plus years, I knew how to pierce vampire skin. I took my titanium needle and drove it through my left earlobe. I placed a diamond stud that my personal shopper helped me pick out into it. He assured me that straight men pierced their left ear and I believed him because the man was flaming like a hot poker and he had an earring in his right ear.
I changed into one of my hip, new clubbing outfits and asked the concierge where I should party. He sent me to a club at the top of the hotel which he said was formerly known as The Boom Boom Room, but was now known as the Top of the Standard. Apparently, it was next to impossible to gain admittance, but with my new look, he had no doubt that I'd get in. He even put a call into the manager for me.
I walked inside and decided to hit the bar. I ordered some single malt Scotch and decided to observe my surroundings. There was a triangular hot tub in the middle of the bar. I planned to partake in that. I refilled my Scotch several times as the crowd started building. I decided to join a group of popular looking people and chat with them. It turns out, one of the men was some sort of rock star. Since the ladies were flocking us, we decided to hop into the hot tub with them.
"So, Carlisle, what do you do?" A gorgeous blonde woman asked me. I told her that I was a doctor. As soon as I said that, I was flanked by several women. Each and every one of them were vying for my attention. Apparently, a doctor was more stable than a rock star. I became pissed off at the thought. That was me in a nutshell, Carlisle Cullen, physician, stable all around—never changing, always able to provide financial and familial security. Well, no more. Tonight, I was going to party.
"Hey, let's ditch these chicks and hit the Penthouse Executive Club." I suggested to my new rock star buddy whose name eluded me, but I didn't give a fuck.
"Hells to the yeah on the strippers, but let's hit Sapphire—the chicks there are way hotter!" He cheered. We got out of the hot tub, got dressed, gathered up a few more friends and hopped into his limo to Sapphire. We were shown to a VIP lounge area where a few strippers showed their wares to me and my new friends. Hell yeah, this was the life!
Esme's POV
Where in fucking hell is Carlisle? It's past midnight and he hasn't picked up his phone all day. Honestly! I have no idea what's gotten into him lately. He refuses to work, decided to take up fishing, but lost interest in that in a matter of minutes; he's been brooding and inattentive, and when Emmett ran into that mess with Rose I had to practically force him out of the house to go and help Jasper defuse the situation. Now, he won't pick up his cell phone. Whatever! He's a big boy and can take care of himself, hopefully he'll work his way out of his slump soon and come back to me.
Jasper's POV
"Oh, fuck, Bella! Damn! Keep doing what you're doing!" My wife was riding me cowgirl style and slamming her pussy down on my cock over and over again. Each time she came down, my dick hit her core, and she moaned in ecstasy.
I sat up, rolled her onto her back, and threw her legs over my shoulders. I started fucking her hard. I wanted to hear her scream. A few minutes later, she pulsating onto my cock as I blasted my seed deep inside of her. I sunk my teeth into her neck and had her clawing at my back in both pleasure and pain. I was in the middle of bathing her wound when her cell phone rang. What the fuck?
Who in motherfucking hell is calling my mate at 4 am? I decided to answer her cell.
"Bella?"
"No, Carlisle, this is Jasper. How can I help you?"
"Um, I need you to come and bail me out of jail." Carlisle stated.
What the hell? Carlisle's in jail?
"Sure, but shouldn't you be calling Esme?" I asked.
"No! I don't want to see her. I don't want anything to do with her or anyone else in Connecticut for that matter. Just come and get me. I'm at the 17th precinct jail on East 51st Street."
"I'll be right there." I stated.
Bella was peering up at me with a shocked expression on her face. We bolted out of bed, skipped the shower, and threw on some clothes. We were out of the house in seconds and on our way to pick Carlisle up.
At the precinct, I got to the window, filled out the appropriate forms, and paid Carlisle's five hundred dollar bail. Bella was standing anxiously at my side, worried out of her mind. An officer escorted Carlisle out and released him to us. I loaded him up in our vehicle and made my way to our house.
As soon as we got inside, I questioned him. "Carlisle, what the fuck is going on?"
"I'm bored." He stated like a belligerent teenager. I eyed Carlisle up and down. He was dressed differently from his norm, he had colored his hair close to Bella's chocolate brown shade, and he was tan. Not slightly tan, but tanned like he had just come back from Hawaii.
"Is that an earring, Daddy?" Bella asked.
"Yes, what do you think? It suits me, doesn't it?" Carlisle grinned.
"Okay, why the hell were you arrested for drunk and disorderly conduct, Carlisle?" I questioned.
"Seemed like a fun thing to do at the time. My buddy and I thought that maybe the strippers might want to see naked men for a change considering that they had to strip for men all the time." He stated. "You should have seen the faces on the women! They were licking their lips and cheering us on. See, check out my new abs—Dina airbrushed them on. Anyway, management didn't appreciate us and before we knew it, the cops were on the scene and we were being hauled into a paddy wagon."
"Okay, who is this buddy of yours?" I asked.
"Don't know, he's some sort of rock star. I met him at the Boom Boom Room. We were partying together there, hung out in the jacuzzi along with some money grubbing chicks that we met. Anyway, I'm fine now so I think I'll just make my way back to the hotel. I think I'll soak in the tub then go for a spin in my new ride."
"What new ride? You just bought a new Mercedes, didn't you?" I asked.
"Got bored with it. Traded it in for an Audi R8. Sweetest ride I've ever owned." Carlisle blew a kiss in the air. "Oh, don't say anything to Esme. I don't feel like dealing with her ass."
Carlisle left our house with a grin while Bella and I stared slack jawed at him.
"Uh, what the hell is going on with him?" Bella asked. "He's apparently bored with everything and why the fuck did he call my cell?"
"I have no idea. He looks more his age, but, damn, his attitude could use a bit of adjusting. He's acting like he's sixteen." I said.
"No, kidding. What did he mean when he said that he didn't feel like dealing with Esme or with anyone else in Connecticut?" Bella looked to me for answers that I simply didn't have.
"I don't know, baby. We just have to let them work out their problems on their own. What time is it?"
"Almost 7 am. Why?"
"Cause we need to pick up more towels and bedsheets for our guests." I said.
"Well, it's a bit early now, don't you think? The stores don't open until ten." Bella stated.
"I know that, I just want to plan our day." I said, just as our doorbell rang.
I went to answer the door because I immediately recognized the scents behind it.
"Hey, guys." Emmett said, as he and Rose walked inside hand in hand. Rose gave me a hug, then Bella.
"Were you able to work everything out?" I asked.
"Yeah, thanks for everything. The talk we had was long overdue. It should have been done before we even got married." Emmett stated. "We just wanted to stop in and say that we couldn't have gotten through this without you."
"Anytime. We love you both and we want only want the best for you." I smiled. "Oh, hey, I'm glad you two stopped by. Our friends from India are gonna be here the weekend after next. I wasn't sure what you two wanted to do, but we set up a room for you two here in case you wanted to stay here."
"Awesome!" Emmett shouted. "I'm still on summer break anyway, I can hang out with you while Rosie's working."
"Rosie! What do you think?" Emmett called out.
"That's fine. I'll just commute to work from here while they're visiting." Rosie yelled from the kitchen where she and Bella were chatting about something.
"Jasper, can we talk?" Emmett motioned upstairs.
"Yeah, sure." I led him up to the rooftop that Bella had diligently put together. "What's up, bro?"
"I'm telling you, the time in Rochester was the worst week of my life. At any moment, I was ready to hurl myself into a pyre and take Rose along with me because I'm that fucking selfish. Did you feel that way when you were in Dubai with Bells?"
"Yeah, I cried more that first year than I did as an infant. I cried for me, I cried for her. Both of our pasts were so fucked up that it was getting in the way of us growing as individuals and as couples. We needed to deal with our own skeletons and then get rid of them once and for all." I explained.
"I had to hear about Rose's gang rape, man. She remembered every single detail—clear as day. The things they did to her. Jasper, I felt like putting her out of her misery so she didn't have to live with that God awful memory. I know that Bella knows. Rose said that she told her while they were in India. You know, I never realized how close the two of them are to each other. It's almost as if they have some sort of mating bond." Emmett said. "I'm just glad that they have each other because Rose needs a sister she can depend on—especially since I'm such a moron."
"I know, Em. When Rose took off last week, Bella felt a pull that had her doubled over in pain. It shocked the shit out of me. I drove her straight to the airport and sent her to Rose because I knew that Bella needed to be with her. I would have told you then, but you weren't in your right mind." I explained.
"Jasper, I know why I'm so protective of Rose. We figured it out together." Emmett dropped his forehead into his palms and took a deep breath before speaking again. "When I was a kid, I watched my baby sister get murdered. She was a pretty little thing, little Lilly Marie, she had beautiful blonde hair like Rose that fell in ringlets and big brown doe eyes like Bella did when she was human. I was twelve and Lilly Marie was eight. I was watching her while my mama ran an errand to deliver a meal to our neighbors who had just lost their daughter to the second flu pandemic that happened in 1927—not the Spanish flu like Edward was dying from. Anyway, as soon as the father saw my mother he grabbed his shotgun and ran over to our house. He bolted into our house and shot Lilly Marie in the back of the head shouting that she didn't deserve to live if his daughter couldn't. He looked at me pointedly and apologized saying that his wife will look after his daughter and my sister. Then, he ran home shot his wife, the rest of his kids, and finally himself. I couldn't do anything to save her or anyone else, Jasper. I was a big kid, but this guy was armed with a gun and huge. I watched her die right in front of me. I wished so many times that he had taken me instead of Lilly Marie. She was just a baby."
Emmett was bawling. I knew it wasn't manly, but I put my arm around him and held him. He needed me, he was opening up to me, and I was honored that he trusted me enough to tell me his story. What a tragic thing to have to witness and at such a young age. I don't know if I would have made it through life after witnessing such a thing. The atrocities in my life happened after I was changed, my childhood was blissful and carefree. It didn't escape me that his little sister's name was Lilly Marie. Rose's middle name was Lillian and Bella's was Marie. No wonder Em was extra protective of those two. They both must remind him of his little sister in a way.
I sat with Em on the roof and let him cry in my arms. He needed this release. After a while, Emmett spoke again. "You have to help me, man. I don't ever want to be like I was last weekend with Rose. I want her to be able to take little trips with Bella without me flipping out."
"Listen, Em, to be honest, it took me a while to let Bella go on trips alone. I started off by letting her go on overnight trips by herself to places that were fairly local—you know, about two hours away at the most. We started increasing the distance little by little. All the while, Bella and I would keep tabs on each other. Now, she can fly halfway across the world by herself and I'm fine with it. Keep in mind that Bella and Rose are probably two of the most responsible women in the family. Oh, and being away from your mate has some definite perks. One, you can get a lot of thinking done and two, you can do all the shit that you want to do without her complaining."
"Shit man, we can go hunting. Better yet, we can go to Bass Pro Shops and go nuts, hunt, fish, drink whiskey til we collapse, watch porn, jerk off, then play a fuckton of Xbox all in our underwear." Emmett said, excitedly.
"Now you're talking, bro. We can also scratch our balls whenever the fuck we want to without our wives bitching to us to go wash our hands. You ready to go downstairs?" I asked.
"Yeah, Jasper, and thanks." He said sheepishly.
"Anytime." I stated.
Rose and Emmett left for their house shortly after our talk. Bella and I decided to drive into New Jersey to do our shopping.
"Looks like Rose and Emmett are making headway." Bella stated.
"Yeah, he and I had a talk. Call it a bonding moment, if you will. You're too far away, come and sit on my lap." I motioned. My mate somehow managed to squeeze onto my lap while I was driving. She buried her face into my neck and I relished in the proximity. I needed to feel her skin on me because I was still feeling a little shaky from that horrific story that Emmett told me. Ironically, I felt worse for Em because he was only a kid himself when he witnessed such terror. His little sister was put out of her misery instantly, but poor Em is still living with what he saw.
I took in Bella's scent knowing that, at this point, it would be the only thing that would calm me. "I'm assuming that Em told you his story." It was a statement, not a question.
"How did you know?" I asked.
"Rose told me while you guys were talking. She had no idea until Emmett told her this weekend. She felt so selfish because in her eyes, this was a worse tragedy than her being gang raped. She told me that she, at least, was able to talk to Emmett about her rape throughout the years, but he kept the atrocity that he witnessed buried inside of him for all of these decades. Oh, Jasper, why do bad things happen to good people? Why?" Bella started weeping.
I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled off of the highway and into a supermarket parking lot. I held Bella and the two of us had a good cry together. We both loved Em and we didn't like what we heard because we knew it hurt him. Witnessing such trauma at such a young age would leave a person scarred for life and insane, yet Emmett stayed strong. He managed to still become a great person with a heart of gold despite what happened. A few minutes later, I drove us to a Marshalls so we could get our shopping done.
"Hey, Bella?" How are these flip-flop things? I wore them once when I borrowed Riley's, but I can't really remember if they were comfortable or not. Oh, and I need new sneakers, these are wearing out from the soles."
"Um, Rex, Riley, Mike, and me like flip-flops. I like being able to wiggle my toes. They're definitely not for running, but I can wear them just walking around in the city. Why don't you pick up a pair and see if you like them." Bella suggested.
"Which ones? They have the rubber kind and the one with the leather straps."
"Riley and Mike like the one with the leather straps and Rex swears by the cheap, rubber ones from Old Navy. I have both." Bella stated.
"Okay, I'll get both too. Help me find some sneakers in a size 11. Can we go to Old Navy afterwards?" I asked.
"Yeah, I want to go there anyway. I don't know where there's one around here, though. I'm sure the cashier can tell us, though."
Our shopping cart was filled with tons of towels and a couple extra sets of sheets plus some more shorts and flip-flops for both me and my wife. We were both discussing how, while we loved New York City because there was tons to do, the Boston and Cambridge areas were easier to live in because there seemed to be more amenities for day to day living there. New York was a bit cumbersome to live in because we couldn't just hop in our car and drive anywhere because parking wasn't readily available.
We loaded up our purchases in the Range Rover and headed to our next stop. Bella reached into her purse and grabbed a check. "Here, I don't know what to do with this. It's the winnings from Las Vegas. I'm still carrying around the casino credits I cashed in too."
"Bells, you should have given this to me as soon as we got back. We lost out on a week plus of interest—when it's an amount this large it accrues quickly. You're gonna take care of this tomorrow at the bank. I'll come with you, but you need to handle this yourself instead of always leaving it to me." I stated, firmly. Although Bella had taken a bigger role in maintaining our assets, she still had a long way to go. I figured a small amount like twelve million was a good place for her to start.
"Okay, but I kind of wanted to spend some of it." Bella said.
Oh, this is interesting. Mrs. Whitlock actually wanting to spend money. I think if I were human, I'd have a coronary. "On what, baby?"
"Hear me out. I love our house in Manhattan, I really do, but living there can become a bit tiring. I was thinking that we could buy a house in the suburbs somewhere. Not in Connecticut—it's way too close to everyone's homes and businesses. They'd be all up in our lives and the ones with businesses would have us working at their shops all of the time."
"Good point." I agreed.
"New Jersey is out because, well, I just don't like it." Bella admitted. Good, because aside from the shopping, I wasn't a fan of New Jersey either. "So, that leaves Long Island or Pennsylvania. We need to do some research, though."
"Alright, we'll look online and, then, drive to some of the areas that we find. You still have to deposit the check, though, so that the money is actually flowing in our account." I explained.
"Okay, there's the mall with the Old Navy." Bella pointed. Shit, I'm going to miss it. I made an abrupt right turn and a fucking pick up truck slammed right into Bella's side. "Fuck! Babe, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Why the hell didn't you wait until you got to the second entrance up ahead?" She asked.
"I didn't see it!"
"You didn't see it because you were going too fast! How many fucking times do I have to tell you to stay within speed limit?" Bella was pissed off.
"At least I don't fucking drive like a little old lady in a Cadillac!" I argued back.
I got out of our vehicle to inspect the damages. The front end and Bella's side were completely totaled. The man driving the Ford F-350 came barreling out of his truck, apologizing, and asking if everyone inside was okay. Within five minutes, there were police, fire engines, and ambulances, on the scene. The F-350 sustained only minor front end damage, our Range Rover was pretty much destroyed.
We exchanged insurance information and assured everyone that we were physically fine—Bella even did jumping jacks to prove her point. I could see why everyone was concerned because her side of the vehicle was smashed into mine. The F-350 was able to drive away, but we had to wait for a tow truck. We got everything out of the vehicle then sat down and figured out what to do. Peter, suddenly, pulled up in his truck.
"Need a ride?" He asked. "I should make you walk for being so careless, asshole. How are you pumpkin?"
"I'm fine, our Range Rover is dead though. It's being towed to your shop." Bella stated.
"Yeah, I know. Rose is there right now. She's gonna chew you out, bro. Come on, let's go and inspect the damages." Pete said. We loaded up our stuff in Pete's truck and made our way over to his shop where they had just unloaded our vehicle.
Rose came out looking like a viper and started chewing me out about responsible driving. Emmett happened to be there too and she started nailing into him about an accident he caused before Bella was even born. He and I had the distinction of being the only two in our family to cause a car wreck.
"What the fuck happened to your heightened vampire senses and reflexes?" Rose asked. "You have them, you should fucking use them. I can't believe you two! Why Bella and I are stuck with idiots like you, I have no idea!"
Bella was chuckling alongside Peter watching Rose tear into us. Poor Emmett, his accident was in 1967 and Rose was still hung up on it. Well, at least we know Rose is feeling better.
"So, is the Range Rover a complete loss?" I asked. Wrong question. Rose barreled into me stating that it absolutely was and started rehashing shit over and over again. Pete and Rose closed their shop up around six pm and took us shopping for a new vehicle. They were going to handle the insurance company paperwork from their shop.
"We might as well get something with enough room to seat our friends from India." Bella stated.
"Good point. Any suggestions?" I asked.
Pete and Rose suggested a Lincoln Navigator, Emmett said to get a Hummer, while Bella stated that either a Ford Expedition or a Chevy Suburban would be fine. She didn't see the need for the extra luxury. In the end, Bella and Emmett ended up winning. They saw a Toyota dealership across the street from the Lincoln dealership, test drove a Land Cruiser, and declared that it was the most comfortable car to drive. We were in the middle of making a deal with the Lincoln dealership when they called our cell. We had to leave the poor salesman hanging, but after test driving the Land Cruiser I had to agree with Bella. It was capable of seating seven and had everything we needed.
We drove home in our new vehicle and parked. Esme's Mercedes screeched to a halt in front of our house a few seconds later. She looked desperate as she tumbled out of her car and into my arms. I didn't know what was wrong so I picked my mother up and carried her into our house. Bella was right on my heels.
"Your father left me!" She cried. "He called me at the office and told me that he was bored and that he wouldn't be coming home—ever. I tried calling his cell phone, but he has it turned off. What is going on with him?"
Okay, let's just add to the never ending drama that seems to be today's theme. Ironically, the car accident that Bella and I were in was the most minor incident that happened today.
"Did he say anything else, Mom?" I asked.
"No!" Esme sobbed. I tried calling Carlisle from my cell, but it went straight to voicemail. Esme was getting increasingly agitated and out of control so I knocked her out, using my gift, and put her to bed in one of the guest rooms.
"Jasper, I'm going to call Riley and have him come down here." Bella stated. "He's not working now, is he?"
"No, I think he works during the day so he should be fine. Have him run down because mom's car is here plus it'll be quicker than driving."
Riley was over in less than a half an hour and we were discussing what we had witnessed with both Carlisle and Esme today.
"I was afraid Carlisle would do something drastic." Riley stated. I hate to say this, but we have to just let him be. He's going through a mid-life crisis and, unfortunately with him, he came to the realization that he's always been living on the straight and narrow and that he's never really done anything for himself."
"I'm curious, why would he call Bella's cell when he was arrested?" I asked.
"Ah...that would be because he feels like he can relate to Bella the most. Bella's always done what's been expected of her just like Carlisle." Riley explained. "On top of that, Bella's the child that he feels most comfortable with because she's non-judgmental. He knows that her love is unconditional."
There was a pounding on the front door. Emmett came rushing inside clutching his laptop followed by a frantic Rose.
"Esme called us and told us that Carlisle's missing. She asked us to meet her here." Rose said.
"We have to let Carlisle just be." Riley said. "He's having a mid-life crisis."
"Now? Three hundred and fifty years later? What the fuck?" Rose asked.
"He's displaying the classic symptoms—boredom, career change, a sudden change in appearance, abruptly swapping his car out."
"Well, what can we do to help?" Emmett asked.
"Nothing, just be there for him. If he calls to ask you to go out with him then go out with him. Don't judge him. He'll come to eventually, but you have to just let him think this through himself." Riley instructed. "I'm gonna take Mom home now. How long do you think she'll stay knocked out?"
"I can pump more lethargy into her so she'll at least stay knocked out for a few hours. Would that be good?" I asked.
"Yeah, that's perfect. That'll give me enough time to come up with something to say to her. Em, you should at least try to see if you can track Dad down so we can keep tabs on him. Men in a mid-life crisis can act impetuously. I've gotta get going. My shift at the hospital starts in four hours. I have to go in early because one of the other physicians is on vacation."
I grabbed my sleeping mother and buckled her into the passenger side of her car. I pumped a ton of lethargy into her so that she'd stay asleep so that Riley could get her home.
Emmett had already started hacking into Carlisle's cell phone and credit card records. "Dude, it looks like he's staying at the Standard Hotel in the Meatpacking District. I'm gonna hack into the Standard Hotel's system now."
"Why would he be staying at a hotel?" Rose asked. Bella explained about Carlisle's early morning call asking us to bail him out and the sight of the "new" Carlisle we were greeted with.
"Motherfucker!" Emmett shouted. "He's already racked up over ten grand in charges in less than twenty-four hours. Most of it seems to be coming from the Boom Boom Room. He's staying in the Empire Suite at 1800 bucks a night. This is his second night so he's at 3600 bucks in room charges. He's racked up close to five grand at the Boom Boom Room and an additional sixteen hundred bucks in miscellaneous room charges including parking and a shitload of pay per view porn movies."
Emmett, then, went back to his credit card bill. "Shit! He's bought over fifty grand in new clothes and it looks like he spent fifteen hundred bucks for a haircut and color at some place called Garren New York, two hundred bucks at a place called Manwax, and a hundred at some spray tanning studio called Sundara. He also spent twenty grand at Tiffany on a diamond stud earring. Did he get his ear pierced or something?"
"Yep." I sighed. "He also traded his Mercedes in for an Audi R8. Speaking of which, you should probably wipe his arrest record while you're at it. We picked him up at the 17th precinct jail."
"Uh, guys, a hold just went through on his credit card for Party Time Limos. Let me hack into their system." Emmett worked his magic and a minute later, he stated. "Okay, it looks like they're on their way to pick him up right now. He's rented an eighteen passenger stretch Hummer with a hot tub inside."
My cell phone buzzed at that moment. "You and Emmett meet me at the Standard Hotel in fifteen minutes. I'm running down now. Bella and Rose stay at your house. I'm sending Char over there."
"You heard Peter, right?" I asked.
"I never doubt that fucker. You girls okay by yourselves?" Em asked, worriedly. "This ain't Boston, this is New York City.
Rose snapped her fingers. "Piece of cake."
"How about we text each other throughout the night?" Bella suggested, winking at me. "Now get out of here. You have twelve minutes left to make it to the Standard—it's on Washington at 13th Street. You'll never make it unless you run."
Emmett and I took off into the night. Peter was already waiting there. It seemed he ran at vampire speed from New Jersey.
"Alright, bro, why are we here?" I asked.
"The three of us are going to party with Daddy C. This way we can keep an eye on him." He whispered. "We just have to make sure that he doesn't do anything stupid like cheat on Esme. We can do it under the guise of partying with him and his new 'friends'." Peter stated. "Just remember to act cool and pretend that you don't give a fuck about your women."
"I can't do that." I stated. "I'd feel guilty."
"Me too." Em said.
"Just do it. If not, Daddy C will get suspicious. We need to gain his trust. He's about to fuck up big time. Bella and Rose will understand. They're worried as fuck about him anyway. Now, come on, we're gonna make like we're headed into the Boom Boom Room. Oh, and chug some of this so you have liquor breath." Peter took a swig out of a bottle of Jack and passed it to me. I, then, passed it along to Em who did the same.
We made for the entrance of the Boom Boom Room just as Carlisle and his posse were stumbling. "Homies!" He greeted us. Homies? He must be talking to us.
"Daddy C, we were just headed into the Boom Boom Room to find us some babes to party with. Wanna join us?" Peter asked.
"Nah, you guys come with me and Johnny B—we got us some babes and we're gonna do it up in a limo with a hot tub."
Oh fuck. This shit's not good. "Hey, Jasper, that's Johnny B from the Pocket Rockets" Emmett whispered. "The guy parties day in and day out. He's in all the tabloids."
We all entered the ridiculous stretch limo that Carlisle had hired. There was a hot tub, a stripper pole, and neon strobe lights inside. Music was pumping inside—some Lady Gaga song I think. As soon as we sat down, we were immediately flanked by the skankiest bitches in the universe. "Let me introduce you to my bud here, this is Johnny B, he's the lead singer of the Pocket Rockets. He and I met yesterday at the Boom Boom Room and let me tell you—this guy parties almost as hard as we do." Carlisle stated.
"Whatcha talking about? Are you fucking telling me that these assholes party harder than I do?" Johnny B said, clearly annoyed.
"Who the fuck are you calling asshole, fucker?" Emmett asked.
"Now, boys, no fighting. Missy wants to party." Some blonde bimbo whined, then climbed straight onto Emmett's lap and shoved her tits into his face. He looked horrified, but Peter told him to just go with it.
I had some floosie named Holly wrap her arms around my neck. While Carlisle was nuzzling some tramp's neck, Peter whispered to me and Emmett that we had to suck it up for the sake of the family.
"I'm not telling you to fuck one of these whores, just make like you're enjoying yourselves." He whispered. "Do it for Esme's sake."
Shit! I felt like I was cheating on Bella just by being in this limo. I sucked it up and decided to do what Peter ordered. I knew better than to doubt the cryptic fucker.
"Hey, why don't you girls strip for us." I suggested lazily to the slutty bitches.
"Now, you're talking!" Emmett piped in. "There's a stripper pole right there. Get to it."
Peter and I smacked a few asses urging them to go. I glared at the fucker. I wanted the women to take their time so I ordered, "One at a time. The winner gets to blow Johnny B."
"Why Johnny B? Why not you?" One of the girls asked.
Uh, because the only lips that wraps around my cock is Bella's—not your disease ridden mouth. "Cause Johnny B's a celebrity. I'm just a regular dude from Texas."
Wrong fucking thing to say. "Ooh! A cowboy!" Several of them gushed and made their way back over to me.
"Uh-uh-uh! You beautiful ladies need to wait your turn over by the stripper pole. Show us how you can be obedient girls." I urged.
The girls shuffled back to the seats by the stripper pole and did as I commanded. They were weak minded idiots and easy to manipulate.
An hour and a half later, after several strip-offs, we crowned a winner who promptly went to blow Johnny B in the back of the limo. By now, Carlisle had taken his clothes off and was sitting in the hot tub with two women who were sitting on his lap.
A woman named Brenda sat her naked ass on my lap and started grinding her pussy on my cock. She tried to unzip my pants. I noticed Emmett in the same predicament with some chick named Josie.
"Uh, hey!" Emmett stated brightly. "We want to see you girls make out!"
"Ew! I'm not a thespian!" Josie announced.
"Thespian?" Emmett asked me, perplexed.
"She means lesbian." I explained at vampire speed, then added. "She's a fucking idiot."
"I'll tell you what, why don't you show me how you get off by yourself while Brenda and Marci show us how they make each other cum." I suggested.
The woman, Marci, who had been straddling Peter jumped off of him and started making out with her friend Brenda. Meanwhile, Josie was busy finger fucking herself.
"It's almost time." Peter said, cryptically. He motioned his chin in Carlisle's direction. He was still in the tub, but now he was making out with one girl while the other was giving him a hand job.
"Excuse me, can we stop now?" Marci asked.
"No, I need more. Lick her ass for me." Peter ordered. I pumped lust into the three women and soon they were crawling all over each other—even Josie the non-thespian, I mean lesbian.
"Trump Taj Mahal!" The driver announced over the speaker as he parked the limo.
"Get dressed ladies! We're partying Johnny B style now!" The rock star announced as he got dressed. Carlisle and the women threw their clothes on, then we left the limo.
Johnny B checked into a penthouse suite at the Trump Taj Mahal. He disappeared into one bedroom with two skanks while Carlisle took the other with the two whores that he was in the hot tub with.
The women surrounded Pete, Em, and me immediately. Peter whispered at vampire speed that he and Emmett were going to step out into the lobby and instructed me to knock out everyone in the hotel suite.
"Got it." I replied. They left the room announcing that they wanted to see if another room was available so we could party away from Johnny B and Daddy C. The remaining girls all squealed in delight. I checked in Johnny B's room where some chick was riding him while the other one sat on his face. I looked in on Carlisle next. He was moving a little slower, but he was already naked and he was about to plunge his cock into some tramp's pussy. I decided now was the time and pumped a fuckton of lethargy into the room. Carlisle and the two girls collapsed immediately. I scanned the other rooms and everyone was completely passed out.
Peter buzzed my cell right around that time. "You need to get Carlisle dressed and carry his ass downstairs. Make sure you pump enough of your sleepy mojo into the room to keep them knocked out for a few hours. I don't give a shit if you have to douse the whole floor."
"Alright, I'll see you downstairs in a bit." I told Peter.
I went to Carlisle's room and threw a plushy hotel robe on him. I wasn't about to deal with pants with his boner staring at me in my face. One of the women was laying on his clothes. Oh well, she can have them—I ain't touching her even if it's just to move her. I walked into Johnny B's room and made sure that everyone was passed out. I checked to make sure that I had Carlisle's cell phone and wallet. Everything seemed to be in order so I pumped enough lethargy into the suite to keep everyone knocked out for at least a few hours. I carried Carlisle out caveman style and noticed that a hotel maid with a big push style laundry cart filled with dirty linens was passed out in the hallway. I shoved Carlisle into the laundry cart, threw some linens on top of him, then wheeled him into the elevator.
I received a call from Emmett, then. "Bro, hit the B3 button instead of Lobby—we'll meet you down there."
I pushed the button and made it straight to the 3rd level of the basement—bypassing even the lobby. When the door opened, Emmett took the laundry cart from me.
"I closed out the charges with the limo driver and sent him home." Peter stated. "Johnny B can find a way home for himself and the whores."
"Great thinking, Peter." I said, sarcastically. "How the fuck are we supposed to get back home?"
"Need a ride?" Bella asked as she, Rose, and Char pulled up in our new Land Cruiser. Peter and I hopped inside while Emmett effortlessly lifted Carlisle out of the laundry cart and placed him on the floor of our vehicle.
"You guys stink!" Rose commented. "Those clothes are going straight into the trash. Maybe we should use that de-skunking solution on them."
"Now, Rose, it's not their fault they stink like skank. They took one for the family. No need to punish them." Bella opened the window as she said this.
"How did you know to come to Atlantic City?" Emmett asked.
"Char came to tell us that we were meeting you guys there." Bella stated, pulling over to the side of the road. "Someone else drive, I hate driving."
I wasn't surprised. My wife's limit for driving was about an hour. She abhorred it to no end. She didn't mind being a passenger, but driving was just something that she had limited patience for.
Char eagerly took the wheel while Bella moved to her seat in the second row. Thank God because Char put the pedal to the metal whenever she drove—my wife always drove at the legal speed limit. No one liked sitting in a car with her driving—except for Garrett, that is. He always drove at the legal speed limit, too. "Damn! I should have kept driving, the four of you stink like a pussy refinery. Carlisle smells triply bad, though. Pew!"
"Uh, no, Bella. Had you kept driving, we would never get to my house. You drive like a snail." Rose said.
Bella peered between the seats at the speed dial. "Char! You're going over 120 miles per hour!"
"No backseat driving. Shut her up, Jasper." Char ordered.
I grabbed my mate and started kissing her. It was the only way I knew to keep her quiet other than knocking her out. Bella responded immediately and before I knew it, I had my hand up her shirt and was playing with her tits like a teenager presented with his first pair of boobies.
"Uh, Jasper, you're projecting. There are four others plus one drunk, passed out fucker in the vehicle."
Huh? Did someone say something? I don't give a fuck. I have my gorgeous mate sitting on my lap and after being tortured in that limo ride from hell, I needed her now.
"Step on it, Char!" I vaguely heard someone say. "The Major isn't going to make it and I've witnessed enough live sex tonight to last me an eternity."
"Oh, holy hell, Em. I want you now!" Rosalie cried out.
"Don't you dare, Rose! I'm trying to stay in control of the vehicle. I'm pushing 125, the speedometer only goes up to 130." I heard Charlotte screech. "We're almost there!"
"Major! Major!" Peter yelled.
"I'm busy, fucker! Call me back later!" I seethed and went back to playing with my mate.
The vehicle came to a screeching halt and I heard people exiting and doors slamming shut. We were finally alone. I ripped off my clothes, then Bella's and plunged straight into her waiting, wet pussy. Over and over again, I had her screaming my name. A few hours later, I came back to reality and realized that we had pretty much destroyed the interior of our new Land Cruiser. The windows were busted out and there was no shifter or steering wheel to speak of. The seats were all disheveled and were ripped out of the floor of the vehicle.
"Um, Jasper, I think we've hit a new record low. We just destroyed our new car in less than twenty-four hours."
"No, baby, it was less than twelve hours. We bought the car around 7:30 pm, it's 7 am now." I stated. "You know something, though?"
"What?" Bella asked.
"It was worth it." I smirked. Bella kissed me full on the lips again. Eh, one more go won't hurt.
An hour later, we trudged our naked asses into Rose and Emmett's house. The two other couples were going at it like rabbits and screaming like banshees in heat. Carlisle was still knocked out on the living room sofa in his hotel robe. I pumped a bit more lethargy into him so he would stay that way for a while longer. Bella and I found a bathroom and hopped into the shower. After toweling her dry and scenting her, the two of us walked out of the bathroom wrapped in towels.
"Thanks a lot fucker!" Peter slammed his fist into my face. "Rose and I were supposed to open up the shop an hour ago. You just had to lose control of your lust right then and there, didn't you?"
"Thank you, Jasper." Charlotte ran up and kissed me on the cheek. "That had to be the best sex I've had in a long time." The two of them slipped into the bathroom that we just vacated. I heard another shower going off in a different room.
Bella scented out Rose and Emmett's room and rifled through their drawers for clothes that would fit us. We both had to make do with t-shirts and pajama pants—Rose was about five inches taller than Bella and Emmett was both taller and stockier than me.
The two couples came downstairs freshly showered. Peter and Char were dressed in borrowed pajama pants and t-shirts like me and Bella.
"Jasper, I love when you project. I really do, but can you do it on a weekend from now on? Some of us have businesses to run." Rose stated.
"Alright, Rose and I are going to work. You four can babysit pops, right?" Pete asked.
"We've got him." I said.
Peter and Rose left the house. A minute later, I heard an ear piercing scream come from Rose. Emmett, Char, Bella, and I ran out of the house to investigate.
"What in fuck did you two do to your new Land Cruiser?" Rose screeched. "This is completely totaled. We're going to have to report it stolen and torch it. There's no way the insurance company is going to compensate you for that. How the fuck are we supposed to explain how the steering wheel got embedded into the engine from the inside?"
We did that? Shit. I'm feeling pretty good about myself now. A thought then occurred to me. "That's what I forgot to do. I forgot to call the insurance company to insure the Land Cruiser."
"Well, that makes it all better, Jasper." Rose said, sarcastically. "Peter, I'd say you and I move this heap into the garage at your house and have fun with it. We can rebuild it from the frame up."
"Sounds good to me." Pete stated. They hopped into Rose's Pagani Zonda and sped away.
The four of us went back into the house. "So, what do we have planned for today?" Char asked.
"I'd say we wake Carlisle up, talk to him, then go car shopping." I suggested.
"That's fine." Em said. "We can hop in my Jeep. You three probably need clothes too and so does Carlisle. You're drowning in our pajamas."
"How about if Char and I hit a store and grab some clothes while you and Jasper man the fort?" Bella paused to think. "It might even be better if it were just you two when Carlisle initially wakes up."
That actually was a good idea. Carlisle might be embarrassed by his actions last night. Plus, I might need to bring out the Major to interrogate him and I preferred it if Bella and Char weren't there to see it. I nodded to Em who tossed Char the keys to his jeep. The two of them left the house immediately, both of them drowning in Rose's long pajama pants. They looked kind of cute.
"Are you ready, man?" I asked Em. He nodded at me. I sent Carlisle gradual bursts of energy. He opened his eyes with a groan and scanned his surroundings. His orbs eventually focused on me and Em.
"What happened?" Carlisle groaned.
"We should be asking you that. You were shitfaced last night, Carlisle." I said.
"Is that why my head hurts? I think I overdid it on the Scotch." Carlisle moaned, clutching his head. "Why do I smell like cheap perfume?"
"Don't you remember a thing about last night?" I asked. "You hired a party limo with a hot tub and a stripper pole and made your way to Atlantic City with a bunch of money-grabbing bitches and Johnny B. Peter, Em, and I happened to run into you as we were heading into the Boom Boom Room and you invited us to come along for the ride." He didn't need to know that it was a planned intervention.
"Did I? Did I...cheat...on Esme?" Carlisle asked.
"Almost. I stopped you before you could take the plunge, so to speak." I explained.
"Thanks, Jasper." Carlisle said, gratefully. He put his face in his palms and sighed. "I'm not ready to go home to Esme yet. We need some time apart. With her, everything is about family and work. I don't mind her concentrating on her work, in fact—I encourage it. The thing that bothers me is that she's so caught up in work and family that she's forgotten how to have fun. Everything is about keeping the kids happy. The fact is that you children are all adults and in many instances, like this one, we're learning from your example. Do you realize that I've been acting like I'm in my thirties or forties, but chronologically I'm not much older than you two? I'm only twenty-three. Rex is actually the oldest at twenty-nine and between me and him there are six vampires between us in age. I'm actually the same age as Riley, Katie, and Amanda yet I'm the family patriarch. How fucked up is that?"
How do you answer something like that? Carlisle had a point, we'd all been dependent on him for years—not taking into account the fact that he was just as young as we were. The poor guy probably felt excluded. While we were living it up, Carlisle was working hard and trying to be a responsible citizen and father figure when what he really wanted to do was join us as a brother.
I took a deep breath before speaking. "You know something? I think, maybe, we've all grown too dependent on you. We're all adults here and capable of making our own decisions. We excluded you from so called 'guys' nights out' because we didn't think you'd be interested, but in reality you probably wanted to join us. I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry, too, Carlisle." Emmett stated.
"No, it's my fault too. I assumed the role of patriarch after changing Edward. That boy needed a father more than anyone. Jasper, you weren't around for his early years as a vampire, but Edward was a spoiled, rebellious adolescent brat and totally out of control. It was after Esme and I took a more prominent role as parents that he finally straightened out. Ironically, in many ways, Alice was the same way." Carlisle explained. "Esme took to the role of mothering with a vengeance—that's part of the problem I have with her. I love you both, but the fact is that I'd prefer you as brothers rather than as my children."
I wasn't surprised that he felt that way. The only person that he felt a paternal feeling to was Bella. Carlisle wore his feelings on his sleeve so he was easy to pinpoint. Esme, on the other hand, felt as if everyone was her child—except for Amanda, that is. She never really took to her.
"I didn't know that about Edward, but Alice was definitely a petulant child and with her extraordinary gift—it made her behavior much worse." I stated. "I would assume that you had a similar experience with Edward."
"At least Riley straightened both of them out. I don't know how he does it. He enjoys life. He gives himself the opportunity to relax while still keeping his career and family together. I was never able to do that—I have to focus on just one thing." Carlisle grimaced. "I think I'll go back to the hotel now. Can one of you give me a ride back? I'm going to check into a different hotel, somewhere a bit more reserved where I can think about my next move."
"We can give you a ride after Bella and Char get back. We only have one vehicle here at the moment. Rose's BMW is in Manhattan and so are Char and Peter's trucks. Jasper totaled his Land Cruiser. Go take a shower, Carlisle. The girls are bringing clothes back for you." Emmett suggested.
"I thought you had a Range Rover?" Carlisle asked me.
"Uh, yeah, I got into an accident yesterday, replaced it with the Land Cruiser, and had an incident with that as well." I explained.
"Jasper, you need to be more vigilant when you're behind the wheel." Carlisle chastised.
Emmett started chuckling then opened his big mouth. "Jasper and Bella got down and dirty breaking in their new SUV and destroyed the interior. It's parked in our driveway."
Carlisle shook his head with a chuckle then got up to bathe. Bella and Char came home a minute later.
"Did you talk to him?" Bella asked, throwing me an outfit.
"Yeah, I'll tell you about it later. He doesn't want to go home to Esme yet, though. He wants to think." I stated.
"Perhaps that would be for the best." Char piped in. "My time living apart from Pete was painful, but we both got a lot of thinking done. He should at least call and explain things to Esme, though."
"Yeah, I agree. Where are his clothes? I'll go give them to him." I said.
Bella handed me a bag and I delivered it to Carlisle, advising him to at least call Esme.
An hour later, he had discussed things with Esme and we were on our way to the Standard Hotel. Carlisle ended up checking out. He called to tell us that he was staying at the Plaza Hotel for now and that he wanted me to meet with him tomorrow morning so we could go take a look at some apartments in Manhattan.
Emmett and Char left after dropping us off, Char in her truck and Emmett in his Jeep.
"What a fucked up twenty-four hours!" I commented to my wife.
"No kidding. I didn't think it would ever end." Bella slid onto my lap and relaxed into my arms. I turned the TV on and the two of us just chilled out and relaxed for a few hours.
"I'm so glad we got our shit taken care of early in our marriage." I stated to Bella.
"I'm with you a hundred percent. It's going to be a long haul for Carlisle and Esme, I think. Esme can be really stubborn."
Just then, my cell phone buzzed. It was Vicky. "Uh, Jasper. I'm in a teeny bit of a pickle."
"What's wrong, Vicky?" I asked.
"Here's the thing. Remember how I sent Amber the Skanker home without any digits eight years ago?"
"Yes." I said. Of course I remembered, that was the beginning of the worst two years of my existence.
"Well, before we moved to Connecticut, I was weeding through my old stuff and her last remaining pinky rolled out of one of my purses. I tried to mail it back to her, but the post office just returned it to me as 'undeliverable'. So, I was thinking that you might know how to get in touch with her." Vicky said, sheepishly.
What the fuck? She held onto a pinky for eight years? Gee whiz. "I think the best way is to contact Veronica Miles. She and Amber are pretty tight. She's mated now so she won't be a problem." I said, giving her the name of one of my many conquests. "Jenks has her contact info."
"Okay, I'll take care of it. Thanks, Jasper." Vicky ended the call and Bella fixed me with a horrified expression on her face.
"She held onto the pinky for eight years?" She asked.
"Looks like it. I'm telling you, baby, Vicky is one person who you never want to cross." I paused to show her a scar on my forearm. "That's from her. She bit me after she found out you left eight years ago. It really hurt bad, Bella."
Bella kissed the bite mark from Vicky and pulled me into her arms. "Poor baby." She soothed.
I think I'll just have to take advantage of this position and bury my face in her tits. I love it when she takes care of me. That's not wrong is it? Even the Major needs some TLC sometimes.
This chapter was a doozy-I know. So, Carlisle is having the mother of all midlife crises. Personally, I think it was a long time coming and he and Esme have huge issues to work out. Poor Emmett! What a hell of a tragedy to have to witness at such a young age. No wonder he's so protective of Rose. At least they seem to be on the mend and I'm sure Jasper and Bella will help our other favorite couple through it. Now, as for the pinky-how many of you think Vicky should just hang onto it just in case? Let me know your thoughts and I promise to reply. XOXO