So this is a sequel to Red Carpet.

You really don't have to read Red Carpet to understand this story, it's just that some references you won't get.

This will be way longer than RC; perhaps 20 chapters minimum.

The movie scenes will be more detailed too.

And this sequel won't have happened without my beta: Arcoirizada !

-Elizabeth

Hey! So I'll start by apologizing. It was my fault the chapter took that long. And for ya'll to know Missy Elizabeth here is the one who deserves the credits, I'm just helping her.

So I hope you all enjoy this chapter! :)

-Anna (Arcoirizada)

Chapter 1:

Clary's POV

Jace and I went to the beach today, mostly in celebration of the success of the movie, hitting number two in the movie ranks. His hand entwined with mine, his chest radiating sexy warmth, girls staring at me green with jealousy, then he was in front of me stripping his shirt slowly and smirking at me, his erection bulging, my eyes taking in the view as he- Biiiiiip! Biiiiiip!

Upbeat rock music, where the lead singer started shouting a bunch of nonsense and curse words ~ definitely not my taste of music ~ filled the room. What happened to by classical music? I fell off the bed hitting the ground with a loud thud.

For God's sake! What hell of a noise is that? I thought angrily, my lovely dream interrupted, and then realized it was coming from my phone. I got up with a groan and went to pick it up. The screen showed a caller ID identification ~ Luke, my boss.

I answered and did not let him speak until I was finished with my speech. "What the fucking hell Luke? When did you manage to change the bloody hell ringtone? For God's sake I just fell from my bed because of it! And I was having a damn of a good dream too, enjoying the view all all!"

With that he busted out into laughter. I had to move the phone away from my ear otherwise I'd be deaf by now. One might'd say that an employee may have no right to talk to their boss like that, but Luke had been my father, although he didn't legally adopt me, when my parent's death mysteriously came, hitting me like a brick wall. He looked out for me, something I could never repay him for.

After what seemed ten hours he finally decided to calm down before going all director-like. "I need you to meet me at my house. I'm going to send you a message with my address. It regards the next movie and everyone else will be there. It's where higher ups discuss future plans of our movie, so be at my house by two. Dress nicely ~ and that's an order!" And with that he hung up, not before I heard him starting to laugh again.

Dress nicely? I always dressed nicely, since, in my opinion, nice equals decent and innocent. But I doubted that's what Luke meant. I flung through my entire closet, until I saw a handpicked Izzy outfit.

I looked at my phone, and saw that was already half past one; I must have really slept in.

I didn't have a car to go to Luke's house, which sat on top of a winding hill. So how the heck was I going to get there? There was no way I was going to walk ten miles uphill along with the walk to get at the base of the hill.

I called Izzy to ask her if the could come to pick me up, since she was out with Simon. She told me that she couldn't pick me up because she was busy doing some stuff with him at some private park, and after they were done, they would head directly to Luke's.

"I'm so sorry Clary, I'll make it up to you another time, but Simon and I are really busy right now-" she gasped and I heard Simon mumble something.

"Busy Izzy, huh? I see that 'busy'" I smirked.

"Shut up Clary." She said trying to sound serious but I could say that she was amused with the situation. She suddenly squealed oh! I concluded that they were absolutely not having a picnic.

"I love you too, honey. Have fun! Oh and don't forget to use protection!" I replied teasingly with a small laugh and hung up before she could say something, thinking about them at the club where Jace and I had caught them without using protection. That was extremely awkward.

As soon as I said that, Izzy abruptly hung up.

So who else was up to giving me a ride? I just have Magnus and Jordan to ask since everyone else was gone doing who knows what. Jace and I have been arguing these past few days so he's definitely out of question. I paced around my room.

I went to take a shower and then changed myself. I wore ripped paint splatter boyfriend jeans, a black strappy wrapped bustier, a black fall floral woven kimono and black floral printed boots.

After applying some mascara I went to Magnus' door and knocked. After a while, he opened the door. "Hey Clary! What's up, biscuit? I'm kinda busy right now. Beauty does not fall from the sky." He said with a smile while arranging his hair, water dripping from his non-sparkly hair, a towel draped along the lower part of his body.

"I was wondering if you could give me a ride to Luke's house." He's my second last chance, and the desperateness is evident in my voice.

"I'm sorry sweetheart but Sebastian has already asked me to. And my car has only two seats." he gives me an apologetic look. "I know we all hate him, but he's my chance at Alec ~ he'll talk to him and Alec takes good-looking guys seriously, which might help our relationship, and he may be a total dick-"

"-Alright I get the point!" I interject. "Great... Now I just hope Jordan can take me." I muttered under my breath but somehow Magnus heard it. "Oh. I don't think he's coming; his car broke down this morning. Besides, he has Maia to keep him company."

Great! Just great! My day couldn't be better - oh wait. It was going to be because now I need to ask the last person I want to see to pick me up! I groaned. "Thanks Maggy." I said before Magnus had closed the door, a small smile on his face.

Since I didn't want to speak with Jace, I send him a text. I walked back from the Magnus's hotel room to mine.

Can you come to the hotel and pick me up? You're going to Luke's right? - C

Yes I'm going. And sure I'll pick you up. How could I let the beauty you are go there without a ride from this handsome man here that happens to be her boyfriend? ;) I'll be there in 10. - J

Boyfriend. Angry or not, he always managed to cheer me up even if he was using his ego that was the size of the hotel, if not bigger. His ego could probably spin around the entire earth and still have plenty more to go. In fact, there would have to be another galaxy just to contain his ego.

I head off to my room, put my hair in a loose bun, grabbed my bag and put on my red sunglasses with a hint of bronze. I checked myself on the mirror, adjusting my clothes. Simultaneously, Jace sent me a message saying that he was already downstairs, waiting in the front.

Jace's POV

Clary had texted me to pick her up and now I was leaning against the car waiting for her in front of the hotel - I had already texted her telling that I was downstairs.

Kaelie had tagged along, since she also "needed a ride". Her and Merlion had apparently broken up overnight and Kaelie had come back, flinging herself to me. And here I thought Merlion would help her have a steady love life. Some things never change.

I was inspecting my nails when Kaelie suddenly asked me with a surprised voice, "Is that Clary?" Her voice was laced with jealousy and edged with something I couldn't identify. Kaelie and Clary had been kind of getting along these days, but apparently not.

I looked up and when I saw her I almost heard my jaw hit the floor, not expecting her to look so...so beautiful in those clothes. Thing is that she almost wears jeans and a hoodie every single day. What was I supposed to expect?

I didn't realize that I still had my mouth open till Clary was inches away from me smirking, then she spoke, "Close your mouth or you're gonna catch flies. Lots of them." I quickly composed myself and smirked back.

"The only fly I would catch here is you but unfortunately we're in public. And don't forget the things I can do with this mouth." She blushed and I leaned closer to her ear and whispered, "You look insanely beautiful but would look even better with your hair down." My hand made its way to the rubber band on her hair and took it off.

With that she blushed even deeper and made her way to the passenger door stopping dead on her feet when she saw who was there. Her face now had turned red, not from blushing - red of anger - and her eyes were shining with...jealousy? I couldn't say if I had imagined it or not because it was long gone.

She made her way to the back seat and sat there in silence. Kaelie determinedly sat in the front, not willingly to move one bit. She coughed and smirked.

Sluttish Bitch. But at least that sluttish bitch had a use ~ to get Clary jealous.

Clary's POV

Kaelie flirted with Jace throughout the car ride. Annoying bitch. And sometimes Jace fuckin' flirted back, saying "yeah" "cool" 'totally", when he was my boyfriend, as he said earlier. Did he he forget I was there and do this to every girl he saw?

Asshat.

Finally, after winding hill after winding hill, we were there ~ at the foot of the grand mansion, with limos littering the lawn. People strolled across the front into the double-decked stairway to the shiny double-door edged with gold and silver.

If you looked at Luke, you'd almost think of him as a hobo (according to Izzy: he barely shaved and the clothes he wore...), but with one look at his residence...well it was mind blowing.

And as soon as Kaelie had seen Merlion at the entrance, talking to another girl, she threw herself onto him and led him away, shooting daggers at the poor other girl who shrank away.

I stalked in, shrugging off Jace's outstretched hand. I walked in, inclining my head at the suitors and mistresses at the foot of the door, and looped my arm around a random guy, who gladly sidled up to me. Gross.

Luke and a bunch of people clad in tuxes talked throughout the party (all about the success of the movie and credits to all the important people), congratulating each actor on their part. Women were dressed up in short fitted dress revealing too much cleavage, while others were the typical shy actors, blushing furiously whenever someone acknowledged them.

I realized no one said thanks to the backup crew, light crew, etc, and only said congratulations to the actors. Meaning I got no credit for my artistic scenes and input along with Simon, who I spotted in a love seat with Izzy.

Meaning Jace was constantly busy, talking with all the "higher ups" and thanking, shaking hands with other producers. All the girls were practically throwing themselves at him.

I totally ignored him when he tried to grab my arm once and introduce me to the "important people". And after I refused to look at him, he didn't bother spare me a glance. Asshat.

Oh, no. If the backup crew and technicians and others didn't get credit and praise and introductions, neither was I. Where was the justice?

So I flirted back with whoever was flirting with me ~ guys of course, and I danced and talked. I occasionally thought I saw Jace staring at me with those piercing gold eyes, but by the time I snuck a glance at him, he was tucked away in another girl's arms, people (mainly girls) snapping photos of him.

That did it. So when a blondish, silver-ish haired-male, with gorgeous chocolate eyes, one of the higher ups, who produced the cast of The Infernal Devices, which is immensely popular, wanted things to get private, I happily obliged, even after a few rounds of harmless flirting.

He brushed the sleeves of my coat off, down my arms, fingers brushing my shoulders. I sucked in a breath and he smiled at me. "I'm Jem, Jem Cairstairs." I laughed at his James Bond reference.

I smiled back. "Who wouldn't know who you were?" He was obviously hot as Jace, though their personalities were opposites like two sides of a coin. His arrogance was in check. Jem was just as famous as Jace, along with his co-producer William.

"I've never seen you around before..." he paused, one delicate artistic finger, a finger an artist like myself could recognize, a finger that slipped behind my ear and tucked a loose curl of strand in. "I would always recognize a redheaded. Hollywood barely has any of those-most hair dyed red. But this is natural beauty."

I blush and he grins, leaning in closer. I shuffle a step forward into his chest. His accent and cologne was lovely, along with those nicely shaped muscles, but...he wasn't Jace.

As if thinking of Jace could summon him, it did. "A natural beauty that is with me." he says, appearing out of nowhere, a muscle working in his jaw. His fingers were bunched into his pockets, no doubt clenching them.

Jem fluidly steps back from me, causing me to stumble. I didn't realize that I was leaning against him. Jem throws out an arm and catches me, his arm snaking around me. "My apologies, Mr. Herondale, though did you mean just for the night like your usual one-night stands?"

My hand flew to my mouth. Oooh, burn, Jace burn. Jace growls at Jem, grabs my elbow, pulling me out of Jem's grasp. "That was before." his jaw is working furiously.

Jem raises his eyebrows. "Really? If she was truly yours, then why did she willingly come with me? Unless, of course, to get you jealous~" I turn beet red, and quickly move away from his outstretched hand~"which means you haven't been treating her right, thus back to before."

Jem walks away, his head straight, eyes fixed on mine, the corners of his mouth quirked up, knowing the damage done.

Jace jerks my arm and places his arms protectively around mine, as if it were a spell to ward off all guys. He leads me to the door, without saying goodbye to anyone. Jace and I made our way to his car since Kaelie was going home with Merlion. Whatever. I guess I was just some toy to be played around with.

Did he just come and get me so he could leave? Did I have no say in anything? Did he have to act like he owned me when I couldn't even own him for a second? I spent all the ride back silent. If before I was mad now I was extremely pissed.

Again, where was the justice?

As soon as he stopped the car I storm off to my hotel room, without a glance at him and a thanks for the ride. I stripped off my clothes, put my hair in a messy bun and took a long hot shower, which helped calm myself.

The burning water mixed with my anger and washed it off. When I got out I felt much more calm and relaxed. I wrapped a towel around myself and while I was opening the door I let my hair fall back down.

As I stepped out from the bathroom I felt a new wave of anger burn through me.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him with more venom that I intended to. How long had he been waiting? How dare he enter my room without my permission? Well, he did have the other card to my room, meant for intimate purposes..

"Why are you so mad at me? What have I done wrong?" He asked me a little - he sounded hurt? No, it couldn't be. I'm sure it was my mind playing tricks to me. Jace Herondale never ever apologized.

"What have you done wrong?" I spat at him. "You spent all the ride to Luke's flirting with that bitch right on my face and you still have the dignity to ask me what is wrong? And you act like I'm some toy to be played with-" I pause and suck in a breath, glaring at him.

"Yeah, so? What's wrong with a little flirt?" he crosses his arm. Where was he getting at?

Oh my god he was so clueless. "Are you mad? First you start getting all jealous when guys hit on me or they flirt with me - and I say it again, they- and second I can't get jealous when you're flirting, you, with that slut who just happened to be the one that had tried to steal you away from me? And you came to me with that shit of 'a little flirt' when you was practically doing the same?" I snap at him - rage had took me completely by now. "Maybe I wanted-"

"Oh. So that's what this is all about... You're jealous! Clarissa is jealous!" He said with a smirk, then adds quietly, his voice lowered, "Is it what Jem said-you're really jealous?"

That earned a slap from me. No, not just a slap-a double slap. Now three slaps.

"What was that for?" He stared at me with those wide innocent gods me damned smoking hot eyes. Red was forming around his perfectly shaped cheeks and high cheekbones.

"Do you want me to ask you 'what was that for' too?" I scolded him. No, I wasn't scolding him, I was going bitch crazy.

"OK, okay fine. I have been a jerk lately and you had all the rights of being mad at me. I shouldn't had flirted with Kaelie right- specially in front of you knowing perfectly well what she had tried to do to you. To us... I'm sorry." he pauses. "It's just that you've acted like you wanted Jem...and before that other guys too, not satisfied with being me and I thought if I managed to get you jealous, you would realize that you liked me better...I'm sorry, and..."

Now was my turn to be staring at him with wide eyes. "Jace Herondale just apologized? Oh my fucking God, Hell must have frozen ov-"

In my stare of shock I didn't see him approach. And now his face was inches away from mine. "Does that mean that I'm forgiven? Or do I need to do this-" he kissed my cheek, "-or this" he kissed my jaw, "-and this-" he kissed the soft spot right below my ear and then bit her my lobe, "-or this..." he trailed off while kissing my neck. He smirked when he felt my breath and heart beat speed up.

I couldn't stop by letting a moan come out, thus causing Jace's smirk grew even wider. I didn't want to be teased so I crashed my lips on his own and kissed him with the passion that hasn't been released on the past few days. He grabbed me by my thighs put them around his waist, causing me to lean against the wall.

"I've missed you so much." He whispered against my neck starting to suck and bite it, making some more moans escape from my mouth. Gods damn it Clary, you're angry at him.

Screw it. I cupped his face and attacked his lips again nibbling his lower lip making him go crazy and moan. He led me to the bed gently lying on top of me without breaking the kiss.

I left a hand travel under his shirt to feel the soft yet strong muscles beneath it. He groaned. My other hand was placed around his neck playing with his soft golden curls.

I started tugging the hem of his shirt, which went off quickly. Then I went to his pants, unbuttoning them in a quick motion. Between them just laid my towel and his boxers.

He started trailing soft kisses from my jaw to my neck then to my collar bone. "You're so beautiful." He whispered. Then he ripped off that gods be damned towel.

"I know. You never forget to reminder me that." I reply, making him chuckle, his mouth slowly turn into a smile against my skin, molding kisses everywhere along my skin. His hands slowly moved up to my waist .

He looked at me with this intense petrifying, devouring look, eyes raking me up and down, up and down, causing me to bite my bottom lip. He kissed that lip and traded my teeth with his own.

With my hand still around his neck, I pulled him impossibly closer, deepening the kiss. I licked his lip asking for entrance which he gladly gave, but I wanted dominance-something that he wasn't willing to give. We battled fiercely for dominance when I finally gave in. "Never... fight... with me... for dominance..." he said between kisses smirking.

I trilled my fingers down his spine stopping at the hem of his boxers, teasing him. He groaned and took them off in a blink of an eye and then slid a finger into me, earning a small gasp of surprise. He soon entered a second finger and his lips left my mouth to lick my neck, causing my breasts to shiver.

I desperately tried hard to keep the noises to myself. Which didn't succeed. After some more thrusts I couldn't take any longer, I manged to gasp, "Jace... Stop...I want you inside me." But, of course he didn't stop.

Instead, he kissed his way down to my core and started to show me the wonders he promised could make with his mouth, like he had said to me. I moaned and reflexively arched my back when I was invaded by a wave of pleasure. I hide my face in one of the pillows to muffle the extremely loud noises coming from myself.

When he finally stopped I wrapped my legs around his waist and started biting him and sucking his neck as he started gently caressing my clitoris. I leaned closer to him, pleading to take me, but today wasn't one of the days that he'd do what I wanted, so I flipped him over, me on top of him and lowered myself to his crotch.

He finally gave in and after flipping us again to the initial position, and he entered me while sucking my neck. I draped a leg over his neck so he could go even deeper. He then gasped ~ no, moaned, as I thrust hard and scratched my fingers against his back, grinding my hips against his.

He knew exactly when to speed up or slow down and soon we were both reaching their climaxes. After some more trusts he collapsed onto me with his face buried in my neck, moaning my name over and over again. I pretty sure I was beet red.

"I'm sorry." he whispered into my throat. "I'll make it up to you ~ I'll be your loyal slave tonight."

I smiled into his chest, as he clung onto me. "Okay."

And with that began round two and three.

R&R,

Lizbeth & Anna!