Diary of a Bound Maid

Alec sat in his and Clarys apartment sipping of a cup of coffee. The weather outside wasn't the worst he had seen in the last week but it could be better. Suddenly Clary burst out of her door, making him knock the cup out of his hands and on to the floor.

"Clary," he moaned," that was the last cup. When are we going to get another bag of coffee again? "

"When I get a raise from your sister, and this new job." Clary barked out while attempting to put her jacket on. Her red hair bobbed up and down with her shoulders as usual.

New job? Since when did Izzy not pay her enough? "What do you mean new job? I thought Izzy paid you enough to own a few nice purses by now."

Clary rolled her eyes and wrapped her scarf around her neck. "Your brother is apparently a slob. Therefore I am now his new maid."

She didn't looked phased by the idea of cleaning another one of his family's mansions. They had lived together for three years now and nothing ever seemed to bother her. Quickly she left the apartment, keys in hand, and he knew he'd see her later. This was a usual morning. She went to work at seven am and Alec went to the office at eight. Nothing ever changed.

-Half an hour later-

Clary arrived in front of Jace Lightwoods mansion five minutes early and couldn't help but stare. Three white columns lined the front porch along with a few green plants and a cherry red front door. The rest of the house was white and she guessed that it had about four floors in total. Clary froze in surprise when a man of about twenty-eight with gold hair opened the door. His shirt was unbuttoned revealing his abs and he had a pair of sweat pants on which sagged at the hips. She numbly walked up to the house with her supplies and sat them down by her sides when she noticed the waiting hand.

"I'm Jace Lightwood. I assume you are Clarissa Fray?"

She nodded," Yes, but please call me Clary. Your sister Isabelle hired me."

After shaking hands he led her inside and showed her around.

"This is the kitchen and dining room. If you ever need anything ask the workers for assistance. Also this is my office, which is conveniently beside the living room." She glanced around and saw an old oak desk with papers strewn everywhere. Beside that was a large book shelf and three leather chairs. It seemed the reoccurring theme in the house was leather and wood. Even the living room had wood floors and black leather sofas beside a cozy fire place. What worried her was how she would clean the four story windows. "Don't worry about cleaning the windows, I have people come each week and clean them. Anyway let's go upstairs." He turned two corners before going right and into a large elevator. The walls were two way mirrors so you could see outside but no one could see you. The doors opened on the second floor and she was looking down a long hall of bedrooms. Apparently they were all guest rooms which is a luxury she could only dream of. Jace continued to show her the house until they passed the third floor and entered his level. Two large French doors sanctioned off his room from the rest but there was a game room and multiple multi-purpose rooms along the hall. Her heart yearned to go in the game room and play Mrs. Packman but they were heading for the master bedroom. Jace paused and awkwardly scratched his head.

"One second," he said peeking into the room. "Okay, come on." Clary raised an eyebrow but followed anyway. She gasped when they entered the room. It was at least ¾ of her and Alec's apartment.

"Wow, I can't believe this is even a room. How? Just, beautiful."

Jace laughed at her reaction," well what did you expect? I did not choose to be humble like my brother. How is he by the way?" He sat on the bed and looked at her.

She was stuck on words to say. "Alec is fine. He's at work right now, but I'll see him later. I just don't understand why he didn't choose to live like this," her hands did random motions around the room. "This is amazing!"

Jace patted the bed beside him and motioned for her to sit. Clary was indifferent but sat anyway.

"Alec choose a simpler life than Izzy and I. When we were eighteen our parents offered us long term jobs in selective areas. Izzy choose fashion, I choose business, and Alec choose to make his own living with the trust fund on the side. I don't blame him though, he gets to live with you. I've seen your work on the walls. Are you honestly in the right business? I know people who would kill for your work." Clary blushed and met his eyes. After a brief moment he continued," Any way, do you have more questions? I feel like this is an awkward place to really talk about business." He scratched his head and looked out the window. His hand found its way to her leg by accident and she watched it with caution. Jace then felt a slap on his wrist and realized where his hand was.

They shuffled out of the room and down the hall just short of the elevator. "This is yours if you need to stay over. Izzy already confirmed it was alright. Please tell Alec though, an angry phone call would ruin our fragile bond. Alec and I aren't the best of friends regarding women or money. And you," he said referring to her," are a treasure."

The rest of the day went by without any problems and Clary made it home before Alec. She put a lasagna in the stove before stowing a new bag of coffee in the cabinet. The door opened and she was prepared to call Alec a name, when two people instead of one walked in. Alec waved at her and caught whiff of the food in the oven.

"Clare-bear, you know how to treat a man after work," he grinned. "I brought a guest along too. I think you know him though. Jace!"

Jace followed in a pair of ripped blue jeans and ratty Brooklyn tee-shirt. It was unlike earlier, he was more attractive at the moment. Clary knew she couldn't be attracted to her boss but it was impossible.

"Well this is a surprise. I'm glad I picked up an extra-large lasagna." Clary turned her back on the boys and carried on a conversation while tossing their salad.

"So this is what your butt looks like I shorts? Nice, I've only seen it in skinny jeans. Clary," He said louder than needed," have you seen Alecs behind before?"

She almost choked and crippled over laughing. The memory of Alec trying on a speedo sprang up but she knew he would hate her saying it.

"Well, there was this one time…"

"Clarissa you better not…" Alec warned in a hushed tone.

"I walked in on, well you don't need to know. He would die."

Jace leaned up on the seat like a five year old," tell me!"

"Fine! I walked in on Alec trying on a rainbow speedo two years ago. Apparently it was for someone but he wouldn't tell me." Clary tried to keep a straight face while Alec flipped her off and Jace died on the counter, of laughter obviously. "I'm sorry, it was too good!"

The rest of the evening passed with a miserable Alec. Clary and Jace continually shared mortifying stories while he died in the chair opposite of the couch.

"No. Alec honestly thought slapping a girls butt meant you loved her. So at ten years old he slapped our mom's ass, hard, and she was almost ready to kill me."

Clary snorted and buried her head in a pillow. "Alec! Why on earth would you believe that? Oh my lord!"

"I was ten! Give me a break!" Alec moaned, then grinned mendaciously. "Clary remember the last summer before senior year when…"

"You wouldn't! Alec…"

"We decided it would be fun to skinny dip…" His smirk grew wider.

"I am leaving! Goodbye!" She popped off the couch only to be held down by Jaces arms. "Jace, let me go! I am not staying here for this!"

"Nope," he said popping the P. "Alec, please continue."

"Lauren, who is now a druggie-hippie person, dared Clary to scream 'Can't touch this' and pop out her chest. Clary did just that and some senior from our high-school walked by right then."

"I'm dying," Clary moaned dramatically," Alec you are killing me!"

"The guy yelled out 'GO LITTLE RED, SHOW THE WORLD YOUR TITS' and Clary refused to come out of the water until we found her a gigantic towel."

Clary collapsed onto Jaces chest in embarrassment. "I hate you Alec."

"And yet you can lay on my brothers chest in comfort, I see no problem."

She sprang up and turned tomato red. Then turned on Alec and scowled. "You clean tonight then. Also, Jace has a room at his place I can sleep at and I will take up that offer happily."

Alec turned around in the kitchens door frame and yelled," Hell no! We will talk about this later!" Then walked off and they could hear an angry clanging of dishes.

"That went well…" Jace mused quietly.

Clary took a strand of hair and twirled it," you will forget the story about me skinny dipping right?"

Jace flashed a million watt smile and leaned closer to her." Not in a heartbeat."

"Eh? Jace, why not?"

"Even I am a fan of minor blackmail Fray. I rather not tell Izzy the story either."

"Jace, no. She can't know. I would be ruined."

He grinned and pulled out his phone. "Then live with me. I know Alec wouldn't mind me stealing you. He definitely made that obvious." She looked at her nails only to have her chin lifted up. "Is that a yes or no Fray?

"Answer by morning?" She asked, unsure of what to do.

Jace nodded and stole her phone," I'll put my number in here. Call me by three or I can come get you myself."

"Fair enough. I'll walk you out."

She walked him to the door and he departed, but not without a kiss on her cheek. What had she gotten herself into?