A/N: This is unlike anything i've ever written before, it's much more serious and mature. Includes language and some 'scenes'. This story is set in modern times, but the characters are all upperclassmen. Rich, classic, and old fashioned. So don't expect any modern technology or references. These characters have more important things to do than follow people on instagram. Anyways, hope you enjoy this new twist in my work and don't forget to review! :)

Disclaimer: I do NOT own The Mortal Instruments, Cassandra Clare does.

CPOV:

I set the silver flat iron on the wooden desk, and stared at my reflection in the rustic mirror. My copper colored hair was unnaturally straight and silky, but I had gotten so used to straightening it that this look was more natural to me than my original curly hair.

I ran my fingers through the smooth, glossy strands to straighten out any knots. Then I picked up my classic, plain black hair tie and pulled my smooth hair into a high ponytail. As usual it was perfect, not a strand out of place. Then, I applied some black eyeshadow onto my eyelids, painted my lips with dark red matte lipstick, and rolled the bronzer onto my high cheekbones. After, I was sure I was satisfied with my look, I crossed to the other side of the fancy, oriental-fashioned hotel room, and picked up my black leather, Chanel clutch.

I walked back to the floor length mirror, and evaluated my over all look. My goal was to look confident, powerful and in control, and I was pleased to say that the outfit expressed my wishes excellently.

My toned legs were covered in thin, sheer, black tights. I had on a black pair of shorts, which despite their short length, managed to look formal, like a shorter version of slacks. Tucked into the shorts, my torso was covered in a plain white buttoned down with gold buttons, matching the button of the shorts. Over the shirt, I had on an unbuttoned, velvet, black suit jacket that hugged my curves perfectly near my breasts, then rounded out a little at my waist. My feet were adorned with an expensive pair of shin high black boots with 6 inch heels, making my legs look longer despite my lacking height.

Clutch in hand, I sauntered over to the hotel room door. Taking one last look at the expensive suite, I twisted the doorknob and stepped out into the carpet covered corridor, making sure to put the 'do not disturb' sign on the door. Nobody needed to know what I kept in my room. Nobody but me.

It was time for phase one of the plan; grab his attention.

My heels were clicking on the cool granite floor. I walked confidently, putting on a cold, indifferent face as I walked across the lobby of one of the most expensive hotels in the world. I may have been living in luxury my whole life, but the amount of money people must have spent on these beautiful structures, never ceased to amaze me.

The lobby could only be described as one thing: gold. From its magnificent golden chandeliers, to its gold incrusted tables, chairs, counters, and gold woven tapestries. Even the lighting was gold, giving the hotel a grand feel of royalty. I would admire the hotel later, now I had a job to do.

I pushed open the brass covered doors, to enter one of the many magnificent rooms of the Le Grande Soleil. This room, like the lobby, was large and spacious, but instead of everything being gold, this room had a more pastel vibe. The walls were covered in pastel green wallpaper, with gorgeous intricate brass and golden details. The floor was made of light brown wood. And all over the place, there were beautifully crafted trinkets and tapestries. Aside from the many plush looking, sofas and armchairs, there was a long bar that ran through the center of the room with about 13 bartenders behind it.

The gentle chatter of the people and the clinking of glasses could be heard throughout the room. I had only been looking around for a mere 10 seconds, and I could already tell that everyone here was rich. From the gowns, jewels, suits, and overall manner of the people, it was clear that this was a place for people from the uppermost class. And fortunately for me, I was a part of that class.

I strutted along the lengthy room, making sure to click my heels extra loud across the wooden floor. Several heads turned my way, both male and female, and just as I was used to, the gossip began.

Usually I'd take satisfaction from the attention, but tonight I was only seeking the attention of one man.

I heard him before I saw him, or I heard the high pitched laugh from the leggy blonde on his arm. He was sprawled onto one of the plush armchairs in the far corner of the room sipping a beer. He had a lazy smile on his face, which I assumed was because of the blonde girl on his arm playing with his golden hair.

He was obviously attractive, and if this was a different night and he were a different person, I might've even approached him. But not today, no, today my goal was only to grab his attention.

I observed all of this from the corner of my eye, not making it at all clear that I was actually observing him or anyone else in the room. I then walked over to his section of the room and made eye contact with a group of fine men sitting on the sofas, only a couple of meters away from him.

Looking at him, again from the corner of my eye, I could see that I had caught his attention. And with a small smile of satisfaction, I sauntered over to the men who were watching me hungrily. I had gotten what I wanted today, now I had nothing left to do but socialize for a while, as to not arise suspicion.

So for the next two hours, I made small talk and flirted slightly with the men I was in the company of that night, while they flirted back shamelessly.

All through this, I could feel his burning hot stare on me, making me flush slightly despite the cool temperature of the room.

Phase one complete. Tomorrow it would be time for phase two.

A/N: Sooooo yeah, that's the first chapter. I know a lot of you maybe confused right now, but this story is a mystery so you should expect this. I promise you you'll get answers in the next chapters if you wish to continue reading this story. This chapter was just a little insight to make you guys curious as to what comes next. So please don't forget to REVIEW!

Also if you want a general idea of what the grande room looks like, look up The Charlottenburg Palace Berlin Interior.

-ChildofEden22