A/N - Hey you guys, new story :] I know I'm on a roll lmao, but I have wanted to write a Carlisle story for ages! and now here you go, I hope you like it :] I love Carlisle, I'm a little drunk so hope I'm not saying anything stupid :] I love you guys!

Huge thanks to Dollybigmomma for BETA'ing this story while my original BETA is unwell xx

Chapter One

The Sleepy Hollow

BPOV

Tapping my boring, black ball point pen against my tiny little desk, I began fantasizing about lush white sand moving beneath my bare feet, the bright sun shining down upon my almost translucent skin, and the sound of waves crashing against rocks. I heard him coming, his feet colliding with the sand, his muscles tensing and releasing with the force of his movements; my mystery man, running across the sun drenched sand, calling my name. "Bella!"

Rolling my head to look upon his perfectly sculpted body, I sighed as he got closer, his hands reaching for me. "Bella!"

Jumping out of my seat, my cheeks were bright red. Damn, they had caught me again. I was met by the irritatingly smug faces of my so called friends, Alice and Rose.

"Dreaming of your perfect man again, Bella?"

"Yeah, yeah, shut the hell up!"

They both sighed at the exact same time, forcing my eyes to snap up and my eyebrows to lift in questioning. Why couldn't I have nice friends?

"Oh, come on, Bella, don't you think it's time to stop with the daydreaming and actually get yourself out there?" Rose sighed, rolling her ice blue eyes at me. Here we go again; the 'Bella needs a boyfriend, Bella needs a sex life' speech. Couldn't they see I was perfectly happy with my life?

"What do you mean 'get myself out there'? I've been on four dates..." I was abruptly cut off by Alice's high pitched voice.

"Yeah, in the last two years, with one guy. Yes, he was an extremely hot guy. Well, Jacob thought so anyway."

Growling in irritation, I dropped my head; I was praying that they would forget about Edward, the only man who had ever taken an interest in me, and it turned out that he only liked me for my best friend, which sounded just fine, only it wasn't one of my girlfriends, it was my childhood playmate, Jacob Black. I guess I should have known really; he would always ask to spend time with Jacob, saying, "It's nice to see friends even when you're in a relationship." However, we never saw his friends.

I was happy for Jake, though. He deserved happiness. We hadn't spoken in a long time, but it was still a pretty fragile subject. I mean, no girl wants to be left for a dude. How the hell can you compete with that? Get a strap-on?

I hadn't been able to trust a man since Edward, not emotionally or physically. It had been a long time, but sex meant more to me than just fun. God, I sounded like an old lady. Maybe I did need to just throw away my inhibitions and jump into the sack with anyone who took interest.

Rose and Alice both began to cackle in unison. "Can I ask in all seriousness, does it hurt when your hymen grows back? It's been like a year, right?"

My face grew redder. "Shut up!"

Sympathy seemed to override their need to humiliate me further. "Oh, I'm sorry, Bella. I know it's enough to knock any girl's confidence. But you can't just hide from the male population; you have to get yourself back out there. I mean, you could find Mr. Right," Rose soothed.

"If it'll shut you guys up, then I'll try anything," I vowed.

"Anything?"

"Anything!"

Alice began frantically typing on her keyboard before her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth. "Swinger's club it is."

"Don't I need a partner?" I stuttered trying to find a way out of it. Okay, so I hated to admit it, but I was petrified.

"Um, we can just wing it, or you could talk one of the guys here into going with you?" Great, a work colleague taking me to a swinger's club. Just a normal date, huh? Well, at least I could guarantee sex.

"Oh, so now I'm taking random people to a sex party?"

Rose wheeled her chair up to my desk, "What are you, chicken?"

Setting my jaw in determination, I squared my shoulders. "Who am I taking?"

"Mike, I'd bet he would love to go. And he keeps asking you out," Alice kindly offered, to which I nodded my head, desperately wanting this whole thing to just blow over. It made my skin crawl to think of Mike coming with me. He would probably embarrass me. Tonight would be...eventful.

Staring into the mirror, I cringed as my hair was tugged and teased into a tangled mess. Or as Alice and Rose would argue; sex hair. My eyes had never stood out so much, the black eyeliner framing my chocolate eyes, and black glitter eye shadow finished the look. I was going to look like a call girl.

"Oh, Bella, you're gonna get so much attention, whoever gets you is one lucky guy," Rose beamed.

Crap. "What if I get a fat middle-aged psycho?"

"Um, well, you could just close your eyes and fantasize again. After all, that's what you're good at."

"Shut up, Alice, this is serious. I can't believe I let you talk me into this."

"Look, Bella, you'll be fine. This is just about sex, and you don't have to be attractive to be good in bed."

Shrugging, I turned back to the mirror, "Okay, so what am I gonna wear? I could wear my little black dress."

Alice and Rose both began giggling at the same time. Rose reached behind the bed and pulled out a big brown bag, "Alice and I picked this up on the way over here, and you are wearing it."

Rolling my eyes, I reached reluctantly for the bag. Opening it slowly, I peered in as though it were a bag of explosives. My eyes flashed up to their stubborn faces, I desperately began pleading with them. They didn't budge. Great, now I really was going to look like a whore.

CPOV

Sitting in my large black leather chair, I glared out the window. After all I had done for her, all the gifts, the roof over her head, the spa trips, the vacations, and most of all, the unconditional love, this was how she thanked me, by going to a fucking swinger's club. What a fucking whore. I had been good to her, given her everything she had ever asked for, given her all the love in my heart since we were just kids in high school. This crap stung.

Turning toward my desk, I grabbed the photograph of her; my loving wife, smiling at the camera. I had felt so guilty hiring that private investigator to follow her, but she had been so distant, money was disappearing, lingerie was showing up that I had never had the pleasure of seeing upon her beautiful body. I had made excuses for her to our children, saying that she was a busy woman. They had been the ones that had convinced me to hire that sneaky man to follow her. They had been worried, confused as to why she was coming home so late, sometimes never coming home at all.

She had told me that she had stayed at a friend's after having too much to drink. Of course I believed her, I had no reason to doubt her; she had always been honest. Well, as far as I knew, she had always been honest.

I had loved her from the moment I laid my eyes upon her. We had married right out of high school and she had been my everything. I thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world as she soon gave me our children, the lights of my life. However, her beauty seemed so superficial now, her once luscious hair now looked brittle and lifeless, and her loving eyes now full of betrayal. I never thought I could hate her. However, it seemed to flow effortlessly from me now, just as the love once had.

Our children would be heartbroken. They had watched their friend's parent's divorce, always asking us if we loved each other, looking for security. Of course, we soothed them, telling them we were soul mates. They had grown so much, and their mother had grown as well, into a cheating bitch.

Grabbing the package from the P.I, I pulled the contents out, splaying them over the desk. She had been with five different men that I knew of. I had to go to the club, to confront them, to find her. Looking through them, I found the name of the place; The Sleepy Hollow. How nice.

Searching on the internet, I found the place she had been visiting. It was described as a place for couples to relax and socialize. Yeah right, my wife was apparently socializing with everyone she could get her claws into. Scribbling down the address, I stood and walked to the window.

I had thought I was enough for her sexually, but obviously I was not. I knew that I worked a lot, but I always made time for her, for the kids. My blood was boiling, seeing those pictures, the video footage of her rolling around, moaning other guy's names. It made me feel sick.

Grabbing the bin, I snatched the photo of her from my desk, the photo that had adorned my desk for fucking years. I threw it in the bin, lighting a match. I watched her betraying face crack and burn. Just like our marriage.

Shrugging the pristine jacket over my shoulders, I stared into the mirror. I wasn't a bad looking man, I still had all my thick hair, and it all still held its dark color. When I had met Esme in high school, I had colored it an unnatural pale blonde to please her since she had liked the 'sun and surf' look. However, I had outgrown it. It looked rather ridiculous. Judging by the candid photographs, she had obviously preferred the blonde men.

Grabbing my car keys, I began the thirty minute drive to the couples retreat.

Walking up the path, I was ready to turn back and run from this place of sin. I had to go through with it, though. I had to confront her, show her that what she was doing was wrong. I hated to feel out of control, she couldn't do this to me; this would end on my terms.

My heart was pounding in my chest as I rapped my knuckles against the grainy wood of the door. It didn't take long for the door to swing open. A woman in a tight black dress stood before me, her blonde hair wrapped into a tight twist behind her head, "Hello, Sir, are you here for the couples retreat?" she asked while glancing around me in bemusement, probably wondering why I was alone.

"Yes, I'm meeting my partner inside."

Nodding her head in understanding, she stood aside, allowing me to pass. Walking into the hallway, I slowly began removing my jacket, waiting for the woman to leave. I let out a sigh, I was so nervous. What was I going to do? I didn't have anyone with me.

Running my fingers through my hair, I wracked my brain trying to figure out what I was going to do. Perhaps they wouldn't notice. Oh, who was I trying to fool, they weren't idiots. But I wasn't here to join in on their sordid games. I was just here to confront my cheating whore of a wife.

My heart was still pounding. My life was falling apart. Was it really worth losing her just because of this? We could sort it out. There must be a reason, something that wasn't working in our relationship. I would always love her, but I couldn't live the rest of our lives knowing what she had done.

I jumped at the sound of a feeble knocking at the door. Straightening out my tie, I tugged the door open. My breath caught in my throat when I came face to face with the girl standing there. She was stunning, her hair tousled beautifully, her deep brown eyes staring into mine. She looked so innocent. She was wearing a black trench coat that fell just above the knee, and her legs went on for miles, finished off with red stilettos.

Her attire screamed sex. However, her eyes betrayed her. She looked like a frightened deer caught in the headlights. What the hell was she doing here?