As usual, Stephenie owns Twilight, but you know that already, don't ya?

Mistakes-mine.

Chapter 2

"Wow. Very nice."

"Thanks, " I muttered, closing the door behind me. The motel room didn't look like anything special, but by the way she was observing it, possibly even admiring-from her point of view- it probably looked like a five star hotel instead of just two.

"Okay, let's get down to business. Before we start, there are some rules. First, I don't do threesomes. Or foursomes. Second, I don't do anal. Never have, never will. And third, any kind of BDSM bullshit is off the limits. That means; no spanking, no peeing on me, no tying of any kind and etc. Got it?"

I said nothing, so she must have assumed that I was agreeing, because the next thing that happened was her taking her clothes off-or whatever poor excuse you could possibly use to actually call them clothes.

I quickly ran to her, covering her with the first thing I got my hands on.

"Stop!Please! This is not why I brought you here."

She gave a smirk. "What's wrong Daddy D? Something bugging you?"

I frowned, hating the nickname. "Well, for starters, you could stop calling me that, whatever it means."

She opened her mouth to explain, but I cut her off.

"Look, if you don't mind, I'd like you to get dressed. Then, I'll need you to sit down, and listen carefully. Okay?"

After a reluctant moment, she nodded, sitting right next to me on the bed, thankfully clothed.

"Now, it is very important for you to know that I didn't bring you here for sex."

"Then what-"

"I'll pay you, don't worry. Is 200$ enough for the night?"

Her eyes widened, but nodded once, her body still. As if she was waiting for something... something bad to come.

"I, uh usually charge only 50 bucks, but if you want, I...I can do something else. You want me to talk dirty to you so you can get yourself off?"

Her hand was moving slowly toward my leg, going upward, ready to take me in her hand. I quickly stopped her.

"No, but I do have some rules of my own."

She pulled her hand from my leg, smirking knowingly.

"Of course you do Daddy D."

"I told you to stop calling me that. It's Carlisle. Call me Carlisle."

"Whatever you want Carlisle." She pronounced my name by making a little purr, trying to sound sexy.

I'm sure it would have worked on others, but to me, it didn't do a thing. All I could is look at her, still making all kinds of comparisons between this girl and her.

"Now, I know this will sound weird, and probably even crazy, but I want you to come tomorrow with me, and live in my house, for a year. Meet my family.

She frowned. "Look, I already told you, I don't do threesomes-"

"And I told you this has nothing to do with sex."

"So, why would you even want me to go with you?"

"Because...well...I..."

Crap. How to explain this?

"I knew it! You're doing this shit only because you feel sorry for me. Listen here buddy. I don't need anybody's help! I know very well how to take care of myself. I've been doing that shit since I was 12. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to go. That is, unless your wishes had changed, Carlisle."

This time, the pronunciation of my name came out sounding like a hiss. She was pissed.

"I'll give you 500 000 dollars," I blurted as she was opening the door, her hand still on the doorknob.

"You'll...what?" she asked, surprise clearly written on her face as she looked me in the eyes.

It was obvious I've caught her off guard.

"If you go tomorrow with me, I'll pay you, for a whole year."

"Wait, so you'll pay me all that money just to stay at your house for a whole year?"

I nodded.

"So..." she finally spoke, "what exactly would I have to do...if, you know, I decide to say yes?"

"Nothing you don't want to. Well...except one thing."

Again with the knowing smirk. "Let me guess. You want me to stop whoring around, and within that year, pretend to be your sweet, innocent, little daughter."

I shook my head. "No. No pretending. Listen...I know all of this sounds crazy-"

I suddenly started laughing at myself for no apparent reason, rubbing my tired face. "-hell, maybe even I am crazy for suggesting this to you. To be honest, I don't even know why I'm doing this..."

Yes, you do.

"I just..." Another heavy sigh.

Silence.

"I'll do it."