A/N: I have had this idea for a few weeks, but this is the first time I was able to write it without it sounding stupid. As your reading I would love to hear some ideas for political scandals to incorporate or ideas because this story is super flexible.

I do not own TMI characters.

I walked into a bar, seeing a very beautiful man sitting there. He looked vaguely familiar, so I sat down next to him, ordering a martini. I could see a crease in the man's forehead, which means he obviously thinking way too hard about something. I turned to face him, sipping my drink. He glanced over at me. "I'm not really in the mood for you to throw yourself at me tonight." He huffed, sitting back in his chair.

"Who says I'm throwing myself at you?!" I snapped, crossing my arms. "Now I recognize you. The New York Senator. I didn't vote for you." I smirked, making me see a grin peek across his face. "So what has you troubled Senator?" I crossed my legs, purposefully allowing my pencil skirt to ride up my smooth legs.

"I'm not really allowed to discuss it." He ran his hand through his hair.

"Give me a dollar." I held out my hand, which made him furrow his brow at me strangely.

"Why?" The crease in his forehead got deeper.

"Chill just give me a dollar." I forced back a smile, seeing his confusion. He huffed, slapping the dollar in my hand. "You are now my client, and I'm legally obligated to keep any secrets you tell me." I took another drink of my martini.

"Lawyer." He chuckled, playing with his glass. "That makes sense. Actually you might be able to help this." He perked up, twisting to face me.

"Shoot." I leaned against the bar.

"So I want to run for office next term, and my campaign manager says I can't win, unless I get married." He grumbled, glancing down at my legs, but back to my face. I felt satisfied that he looked.

"So, problem?" I scanned his face.

"I'm more of a use them and lose them kind of guy. I haven't had a girlfriend in ever. Alec says I should just get a political marriage." He finished off the brown liquid in his glass. "But I don't want to get married."

"Well you can't get elected if you don't have a wife. This country loves the image of the First Lady, so I completely agree with your campaign manager, Alec right?" I paused for assurance, which he nodded. "The citizens don't want a president who is worried about when he's going to get his next lay. A bachelor is unstable and unpredictable, which is exactly why I didn't vote for you." I stated plainly, twirling a fray curl.

"So you think I should do it?" He faced the bar again, getting another drink.

"Most definitely. You need someone sweet, pretty, and confident. Then you see each other for a little while, and then pop the question publicly, and big wedding. She needs to look loving and devoted." I explained, sighing internally at the grueling process of marriage. "Well I need to go, since you are my client," My lips curled up slightly, sliding my card across the bar to him. "Here my card. I'd be happy to write up your marriage contract with whoever is stuck being your wife." I winked, jumping out of my seat.

"Thanks." He fought back a laugh.

"Later, Senator Herondale." I waved, walking out the door.

OoOoO

I was sitting at my desk, reviewing paper work for the current case I was working. We were suing a major cooperation for the wrongful death of a man. I've been going through code after code for this company, and I've found so many violations.

My thoughts were interrupted, when my office phone started blaring. I flinched, scurrying for the phone. "Hello, Clary Fray." I exhaled, ruffling my hair to hide my embarrassment from quailing.

"Hi, I'm Alec Lightwood, Jace Herondale's campaign manager. He said he wanted me to meet with you." The man's voice said.

"Oh." I sat up, leaning back in my seat. "Concerning what?" I thought back to the gorgeous blonde curls, honey eyes, and golden skin.

"The discussion you two had last night. Please just meet me for coffee. Do you know where Java Jones is?" He asked.

"Yeah." I nodded. "I do expect to be paid for my time. I'm in the middle of case right now." I kicked my feet up on the desk. I love being a lawyer. I can literally charge anyone for my time, which is awesome.

"Of course." He assured me. "How about 3?"

"Perfect." I hung up. I love my job.

oOoOo

Three came around at a sluggish pass. I needed to get out of my office and breathe, so I was glad to go get coffee with someone. I entered the coffee shop, and ordered a drink before sitting down. Less than a minute later, I was approached by a tall dark haired man. "Clarissa Fray?" He leaned against the chair. He looked exhausted.

"Yes, Alec Lightwood." I gestured for him to sit, and he sat quickly. "I didn't expect meeting with you or Jace anytime soon." I smiled, flicking some hair behind my shoulder. "I mean I figured you would find some poor girl to loop into the political marriage first." I clasped my hands on the table.

"That's just it. Jace knows who he wants it to be." Alec sighed heavily.

"Who? Last night he said-"

"He wants you." Alec interrupted me.

"What?!" I exclaimed, completely thrown for a loop.

"He said he wants you." He shook his head, holding the bridge of his nose.

"But-" I paused, not knowing how to respond.

"He said he will do anything to get you." Alec took a tug of his coffee.

"You don't sound thrilled about that idea." I studied his posture, which was stiff and uncomfortable.

"No, I'm not because you are supposed to be one of the most ruthless lawyers in D.C. We need someone compliant, and you are probably the exact opposite of that" He starred me down.

"Then why even come ask me, if you think it's a bad idea." I challenged, leaning against the table.

"Because he said he refuses to marry anyone else but you. He has informed me to offer you pretty much anything for you to become his wife." He snorted.

"I met him once for less than 10 minutes. Why would he want to marry me?" I was shocked. I mean I was cute. I knew that much, but I wasn't hot or beautiful, while Jace was verging on god like status.

"Well your kind of adorable looking, smart, stubborn, you know the works." He shrugged. "But you could also be potentially dangerous for him because as I said your stubborn. You're very vocal on your opinion, and I don't think you could handle it. But Jace is the same way; therefore I have no other option. What can I do to get you to tie the knot with Senator Herondale?" He went straight down the business.

"If he loses, I want to get paid my typical rates for whenever we are at public events. I will get paid after the campaign, and a year later we get divorced, saying we parted way because I had miscarriage. We couldn't recover from it. If he wins, I will stay by his side. I do require some money to keep up personal experiences, but I will not under any circumstances take any bull crap. I'm knowledgeable and I am helpful. I can help. I can be very influential, so I will not be thrown on the side lines. I'm not arm candy. I also will not have sex with him unless I want to. I want him to keep his paws to himself. He has the reputation of being a womanizer, and I refuse to be used." I realized I was tugging on one of my curls, as I spoke. I sounded strong and confident, but honestly I'm terrified.

"I can do that." Alec took his phone out. "What's your personal phone number?" I rambled off my phone number to him, and he informed me that he would call me to set up a date. As soon as he exited the coffee shop, my head thudded against the table. I banged my forehead on the wood, kicking myself for doing it. I just agreed to marry a complete stranger.

What am I going to do?

OoOoO

I dozed off around 8 while reading a bunch of paper work. I was violently awoken by my phone blazing music. I shot straight up, digging for my phone. I finally answered it, collapsing against my bed. "Clary Fray." I yawned.

"Did I wake you?" The smooth voice across the phone asked.

"Who is this?" I glanced at the caller id, and I didn't recognize the number.

"Your beautiful fiancé." The voice chuckled.

"Jace?" My voice squeaked, sending me straight up. I didn't think he would call me. I thought Alec would be calling me. I'm good at hiding that I am slightly freaked out, but him calling me now before I got used to the idea. My heart started pounding my chest a little harder at the thought of marrying the man on the other line.

"Yes darling." He breathed. Darling? We've met once. Oh my gosh he's going to call me stupid pet names the rest of my life.

"I'm too tired for banter. What is it?" I inhaled, rubbing my eyes. that sounded normal right? I'm keeping my cool.

"I wanted to set up our date personally. Are you free Saturday?" He asked.

"Um yeah." I started collecting papers, trying to distract myself. "I just have a question. Why me?" I held my neck, lying back down.

"Because I know you'll be honest with me. What person walks up to a Senator, and tells them that they think you're unstable and unreliable?" I could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Cheesiest line ever." I snorted, feeling my cheeks heat up.

"I know." He laughed. "Do you want to go back sleep? I can leave you alone now."

"No, no." I smiled, rolling on my side. "I feel like we should get to know each other a little bit."

"Like what?" His tone was serious now.

"What's your favorite color?" I blurted without thinking.

"Favorite color. That's such a deep personal question." He teased.

"I know. Just answer." I furrowed my brow.

"White." He responded.

"Why?"

"Because it's pure and clean." He murmured.

"Then why did you get into politics." I snickered.

A/N: So here is my newest story. I hope you like it.

I still have my 5 review requirement before I update because I need support to continue my story.

So what scandals do you guys what to see happen? Please review! Thanks for reading!