This chapter was a bitch to write! I had to add so many plot holes for future turns, but in the end, I think it will be worth it!

Saturday arrived and I was ready to make the deal, two-thousand dollars for a quick painting of Central Park. Everyone else had texted me, begging me to join them at the beach. I was sick of being the 'left out' one. Plus, I never liked the beach anyways.

I was looking forward to meeting up with someone. He didn't seem to focused on the deal that we couldn't have a conversation on ANYTHING else. I throw on my dark blue skinny jeans, and red blouse.

I walk the streets until I arrive in my office. Since I technically have today off, I came in late. Everyone was their, and nobody was suprise do to see me. It was rarely that I went a day without coming to work. It's not like I ever did anything else. And most of my friends were here, anyways. My phone rings.

"Hello, This is Jace." The deep voice on the other side of the line says.

"Hello, sir, is everything alright?" I ask.

"Yes, am I supposed to meet you at your Ofice or the restaurant?"

"Why don't we meet up here? I'm at my office, I will tell the doorman to let you in. Go on the elevator and press the seventh floor. Ignore what other people say, as, my office is usually off limits."

"Okay, thank you."

I sit back at my desk, waiting for Mr. Herondale, who didn't seem to like formalities. We'd make the deal, mention our jobs, and talk on frivolous subjects for some time until we felt we should leave.

Ding.

The elavator opened, and out stepped, what appeared to be Mr. Herondale. But I couldn't be sure. I'd never seen someone as attractive as he was going into business. And he most certainly was attractive. I stood up, brush off my blouse, and walked over to him. As o get closer I'm able to examin his face better. He has sharp cheekbones, and his eyes are.. Gold? There is yet any color to describe his eyes. They are a closest to gold, but that's impossible. Their is no such this.

"It's rude to stare without permission. Although, I'd be happy to allow it." I quickly glance away, holding out my hand.

"Jace Herondale. I own the Art In Teens foundation. Surely you know what that is.?" He questions.

"That's how I got into my college. And need I remind we are allies." I scold him.

"Now, Miss Fairchild, I believe you have a painting for me?" I wave my hand, and he follows me to my office. I go to grab it and he is looking at several painting I have unfinished.

"Here you go, sire, and please, call me Clarissa." I say.

"Clarissa. Your beautiful." He says, scanning the paintings edges. I blush a bright red. "I-i- I meant... Your painting... It's flawless more than I wanted. I'll give you a solid twenty-five hundred, how's that."

"Of course. But that is more than the initial amount. Are you sure you want to go that high?" I ask.

"I am" he says holding out twenty-five hundred dollars.

"Now, how did you get here?" I ask unknowing.

"Taxi, is that a problem?" He asks.

"No, we can take one to the restaurant, or stay here. Since the deals closed I, not sure how much we have to talk about."

"That's true, let's stay here, I look forward to meeting you." He says. I throw a piece of paper at him.

"Pick some,thing."

"I'll just have a sandwich." I call the cafeteria and they deliver it.

We both eat our sandwhich, and I avoid looking at him. For each time I do, he's staring at me.

Clary, still shocked at Jaces words to her, ate her food, and tried to wrap things up. Jace however, wasn't ready to let her go. He wanted to know more about her, he found her to be kind, pretty, mannered, and considerate. He wanted her, and he was aware how bad he wanted her. He knew how wrong it was for him to want to, but there was nothing he could do to stop his feelings. He wanted to be able to call her, his.

"Any good hotels nearby?" He asked, breaking the silence.

"Blackthorn Inn. I'm good friends with the owner. It's very clean, too."

"How far away is it?" He asks.

"About seven minutes, I'll give you the address. What kind if business man doesn't prepare for his trips?"

"Me." He says and I giggle. Giggle.

"Well, you should start. Your never going to get a girlfriend if you can't schedule anything." I joke.

"What makes you think I'm single," he smirks. "You should know, I have girls swooning over me everywhere I go!"

We walk Outside the doors in silence."Well?"

"I'm very single, and you?"

"As well," I respond not wanting to drag on an awkward conversation. "How old are you?"

"I had a good time tonight." He says, dodging my question. "Seeing as we are both very single... Would you like to meet up another time?"

"That would be," I am blushing the brightest shade of red. "I'd enjoy that."

Later that afternoon I couldn't stop thinking about him. He wasn't like anyone I'd ever met before, when I first saw him I'd thought for sure he was a fuckboy. I thought he wanted to get in my pants. But after lunch with him, I was sure that he wasn't like that. I instantly fell in love with everything about him.

She called Tessa, one of her best friends. Tessa had always understand her, despite going through the opposite of her struggles. She had two boyfriend, and the two of them may be in a relationship at well.

"I've got a date!" I squealed, after explaining everything to her she kept in up to date with her situation.

"Well, I think will has an easier time pursuing me, in public at least. But Jem is a bit shyer in the sexual fields. I definitely find it easier to confide in Jem, and the other night we had sex and mmnnnn. Damn. It was fantastic. With Will it's always spectacular, but with Jem I just didn't expect it. He's a virgin. Was a virgin." Tessa goggles at them.

"Which one do you enjoy your time with more?"

"BOTH!" She shouts ,as if I asked her who's dick was bigger. Which I did start to wonder, nor that it was in my head. "Actually... I think I like being with Jem more, not for anything specific just having him at my side. But with will I can always think of somethi to do."

"And they've both proposed?"

"Yes, several times. They understand all of my points, and don't seem to be bothered by it. But I might have to say yes to one of them soon. . ."

"Why, is will being impatient? That doesn't surprise me, though."

"No. . . How awful would it be to have a child and not be married?" She asks insecurely.

"YOURE PREGNANT! Well, it wouldn't be bad to not be married, but to stay in a relationship with them both would be wrong. Who would you choose?"

"Whoever the father was, I guess." Tessa starts crying.

"Why don't you come over?" I ask her and she agrees.

I pick a few things up before I realize I don't care. She walks in and lays on tha couch. Tessa's only a year younger than me, but in size you could mistake her for twelve. She was short, and was pure skin and bones. The only thing about her figure that made her look grown, was her hips and ass.

"How long have you known?" I ask.

"A month or so,"

"Tessa, You should have told me,"

"I'm hardly four months, that's nothing."

"FOUR MONTHS? You live with Will an dJem, do neither of them question your constant morning sickness? And you haven't told them yet? Actually," I look at her stomach, "your extremely visible. I'm sure they've already caught on." He eyes widen in fear.

"Oh no... They'll hate me for sure, oh Clary maybe I should just live win you... Yes that would work I could sleep on the floor it will be fine." I laugh at her.

"You can stay anytime you want, but you're on the bed with me, what cruel person makes their pregnant best friend sleep on the hardwood floor?" I ask her and she immediately feels better.

"I love you, you know that's right?" Tessa says. We spent the rest of the day watching awful YouTube videos and making fun of the people in them. She decided not to sleep over, and that instead she would tell Will andJem. I was scheduling her another doctor appointment that I would take her to so she could find out the gender, and whose it was. She would tell the two of them separately, to keep her stress down, and I would be with her to make sure nothing bad happened.

That night, even bough I spent most of the day with Tessa, I though and dreamed about Jace, and his golden eyes.

Okay, correct me if I'm wrong, but the best parts of these stories are the romance? Well, your in luck because their will be a LOT of romance, some times between unlikely ships just to cause more drama!

If anyone has a clace, sizzy, or jessa story they would like me to read just tell me in the reviews, and I'll read it and review my thoughts! Other ships are ALWAYS great too but those are what I mostly read, so feel free to let me know about your other AMAZING stories!