Mistakes (ON HOLD) Chapter 6 — 'Leave The Guilt To Me', a mortal instruments fanfic

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Chapter 6: 'Leave The Guilt To Me' (6,5K)

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Stone Cold — Demi Lovato

Not Afraid Anymore - Halsey

Together Again - Evanescence

Free Me - Sia

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Clary's PoV.

Guilt. Guilt had always been something that Clary considered as a weapon used by people to make others bend their way. She had always been a person prone to feel guilty when the right words were used against her, especially when she was younger. With guilt, one could easily get what they wanted out of another person, and Thiais was why Clary always did her best to stay in the lines of right, so no one could ever try to make her feel guilty.

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When Clary's brain emerged from slumber, her first move was to roll on the side and will it back to sleep. She didn't want to get up just yet, and just wanted to enjoy the warmth of the bed a few more moments. Still, after a few more moments of simple and harmless bliss, her mind started working and the first concrete thought that came to her was: where was Jace. He obviously wasn't in bed with her, because for the couple of times they shared a bed, Clary could attest of one thing, Jace was so warm that he would irradiate the bed with his heat.

With all the efforts of the world, she opened her eyes, blinking at the sunlight trying to blind her; and she spotted Jace smoking on the balcony. His arms were resting on the balustrade, his eyes lost into space. If Clary should define this moment and pose, she would use the words James Bond. At this right moment, Jace reminded her of a James Bond movie.

Still, she rolled back to the bed, throwing the cover over her face to hide away from the light, all the while thinking that of all the men on the planet, she had to get stuck with a smoker. This wasn't the first time that she was seeing smoke, and he did it so thoughtlessly that she assumed that it was something natural, and therefore rooted in him.

But instead of lingering on how she never liked smokers, she rather think of what Jace had told her the night before, between two forbidden kisses. "Leave the guilt to me." She wasn't going to lie to herself. This idea that she could simply not feel guilty all the time, that she could put all the blame on him was really appealing. She even thought that it was what would make this relationship work. Maybe if she acted as if nothing and let Jace handle all the negative emotions that could come out of this relationship, maybe she could put her moral aside and enjoy what she could of this ... affair.

But before she could think further into that logic, her phone rang, making her jump on herself for she was not expecting it. With her heart hammering, she picked up, seeing that it was her brother. Jon had tried to call her the night before, but she had been otherwise busy, and was certainly not going to pick up, while she was in bed with a man.

"Give me a second," She asked before he could say anything, and she rushed to the bathroom. She didn't really know why she did so, but she didn't like having telephonic conversation in front of other people in general; and if Jace was to be back to the room soon, she didn't want to have to censure herself for his sake.

"Sorry, sorry for yesterday night. Something came up, and I didn't think to warn you," She apologised as soon as she was locked in the bathroom, knowing that Jon must have been worried sick when she didn't come back home without telling him ahead. It already happened many times that one of them would sleep over somewhere else, but they always warned the other for good mesure.

"Something? Are you sure it's not someone?" Jon asked, everything in his voice telling Clary that he had a very good idea of who that someone was. But she didn't let it startle her, especially since she never planned on letting Jon, of all people, know what kind of relationship she was entertaining with Jace.

"None of your business, Jon."

"Hell yes it is my business. What kind of guy shows up bright in the morning without you knowing about it? And first of all, I thought you didn't like mixing up pleasure and work?" He strongly accused, and this made her roll her eyes to the heavens. Jon could be worst than her father at times.

"Like I said, Jon, none of your business. He's just a guy from work, and though I don't have to justify myself to you, I did not mix pleasure and business."

Jon made a very disbelieving sound on the other end of the phone, which Clary could completely understand. She was completely lying through her teeth there, and a part of her was sure that Jon was very well aware of it. But then again, she had always been better than him to keep secrets, and she was very well determined to keep Jace a secret from her family.

There was a small silence during which neither of the siblings wanted to give in, before Jon heavily sighed, and asked: "Are you coming home, tonight?"

"Of course, Jon. Unless I am banned for having slept over once without telling you first?" She teased and she could almost picture her brother slightly shaking his head at her.

"Don't be ridiculous, Clary. Just so you know, Izzy is staying home tonight, so keep your mouth shut about what I told you."

"Do I have to remind you that I am the one who knows best how to keep a secret in the family? Izzy will never know that you told me anything concerning you know what," She playfully said, using a very suspicious tone at the end of her sentence that made Jon react exactly the way she had expected him to do so:

"That's not conspicuous at all! She's already stressed enough, don't make her hate me, or I will kill you!"

Clary snickered at her brother's threat, earning even more threats and complains from his part. Then, she promised to behave, and the siblings hang up on each other after having said their goodbye. For a few moments, Clary didn't move, keeping her phone in her hand while sitting on the edge of the bathtub.

She thought of the fact that she still didn't let Jon know about her imminent move, and she knew that he would not take the news very well. The two of them were living in a good harmony, and even though they still bickered from time to time, that did not stop them from loving the life they had together. Clary was sure that Jon would take her leaving their apartment as her trying to detach herself from their family (that he was starting to expand), and she could completely understand him, because a part of her was feeling like she was betraying her family by finding her own place.

With a little heave, she shook her head and splashed her face with ice cold water before she walked out of the bathroom, ready to go back to bed and enjoy the warmth of the covers. But what she was not expecting was to find Jace sitting on the bed, waiting for her and appreciating the sight of her body from toe to head. His eyes ravaged her body, clearly enjoying the fact that she was still naked. Clary had never been a prudish person, and more of a 'free-the-nipples' kind of girls; so it had always been something natural for her to walk in the outfit Mother Nature had given her. Especially since had been generous to her and had given her curves that were well proportionate and placed at the right places.

Finally, Jace's gaze came up her face, and Clary suddenly felt very self conscious when his eyes lingered more than they should on her hair. She inwardly whimpered, cursing herself for having fallen asleep without at least putting it in a bun, but it seemed that Jace was not sharing her capillary dislike.

"I think this is the hair I like better on you," He simply said, and though his voice echoed with sincerity, Clary still ended up making a grimace at the mention of her hair. She was no fool, and knew perfectly well that it looked like a mess at the moment. Especially since she wasn't one of those girls who spent hours to have healthy and shiny hair.

With a little grunt, she made her way back to the bed, and sat there, throwing the covers over her naked body for Jace seemed to have had the crazy idea to let the French windows open so fresh air could get in. Jace watched her smile with satisfaction when she found out that the bed was still warm; and he proposed:

"Coffee?"

Clary made a face, and let him know: "As tempting as it sounds, I don't really like drinking coffee on an empty stomach. Plus I'm trying to cut down caffeine."

Jace chuckled a bit, clearly amused by what she just said. "You chose the wrong line of work to stop caffeine. Except if you're planning of changing that for something stronger and whiter." Clary narrowed her eyes at him, clearly understanding that he talked about cocaine, and wondering if he had ever taken any.

"Anyway, I guess this is my chance to take you out for brunch," Jace said, getting up and holding his hand out to her for her to do the same.

Clary swiftly glanced sideways, seeing that it was past ten already, and when she looked back at Jace, shirtless with his trousers seeming to hang only with his hip bones, she suddenly felt more horny than hungry. So instead of taking his hand, she sultrily bit her lower lip and sensually uttered:

"How about you feed me with sausage, first? Just for me to have the strength to get out of bed, you know?"

Jace barely seemed taken aback by her boldness, and instead grinned at her, shaking at her in a playful patronising way. "So eager to be full, Clarissa."

Clary grimaced at the use of her name, and she explained: "Clary. Hearing my full name makes me feel like I'm about to be grounded, or punished."

She hoped that she didn't kill the mood with this explanation, but it was necessary. It wasn't the first time that he was calling her Clarissa, and she didn't want it to be a mood killer at one point in their relationship.

Jace simply nodded, before grinning even more, and hovering over her, forcing to lay back on the bed as he said in a low growl: "Maybe you are about to be punished …"

And without further ado, he lunged at her, making her yelp as his body collided with hers.

Not even a second later, Jace's lips were on hers, claiming her like a lion claims his land, and Clary gladly let him set the pace. This was something she liked about Jace, how (out of the three times they've been together), he always managed to surprise her. Usually, the men she had been with were all pretty much the same. Meaning that if one was a soft lover, he would usually stay a soft lover all along their relationship. And this was the thing, Clary liked both sides. She liked the soft side of sex, as much as the rough aspect of it. It just depended of her mood. And it seemed that Jace understood that without her having to tell him anything about it.

So when he took her hands in his to pin them above her head, Clary didn't struggle one bit and gladly followed Jace where he was willing to take her. Once her hands were secured in his right hand above her her, he tantalisingly let his left hand travel down her body, stopping at the spots he had discovered to be the most sensitive.

Clary closed her eyes, enjoying each sensation that Jace would sent through her body; and when he twisted a little her left breast, she let out a yelp that made her snap back open her eyes widely, meeting Jace's golden orbs observing her without a ounce of shame in them. For a second, they stayed at each other, Clary realising that it was the first time they were having sex under bright light of natural sunlight; and then, Jace let go of her hands to sup her face, all the while his other hand kept on going south.

With delicacy, he stroke her face, his eyes never leaving hers, and almost not allowing her to look away, while his left hand busied itself with playing with her sweet little nub. And the more his fingers played music inside of her, the more Clary was feeling her peak coming, though she did her best to fight it.

"Don't. Come for me, Clary. Let me see your face as I make you come with my fingers," Jace told her, and she didn't know what if it was the authoritative tone he used, the way he was looking at her, or the never ending flicking fingers, but she completely let go, her mouth forming a perfect 'O' as her back arched from the bed.

Jace let her come down her high as he removed his trousers, and then he aligned himself with her opening and whispered in her ear: "Watching you come is such a big turn on. I'll never get tired of this sight."

Just as he uttered those words, he strongly plunged in her, gripping her hair to make her face him and look at him. His thrusts were rather soft and gentle as he leaned to kiss her and nibble her neck, but when she moved her arms to wrap them around his neck, Jace pinned them back against the bed and mercilessly pinned her against the mattress, not that Clary minded.

He never took his eyes off of her, and what Clary thought would be uncomfortable for her at first, turned out to be something completely new and exiting to her. She had always been the kind of girls who liked better to have sex in the dark, because though she wasn't embarrassed by her body, she always started feeling a bit self conscious when a guy was staring at her for too long. Especially in bed.

But Jace was looking at her in a way that made her insides melt. There was something incredibly erotic in the way his eyes were ravaging her, and she had to admit to herself that never before she had felt so desired in her entire life. When he leaned down to kiss her, she gave him back his kiss with as much passion as he was showing, even though her hands were restrained, and before she could register it, Jace made them switch in the bed so she would be on top of him.

Once she was in control, Clary didn't pick up the rapid pace that Jace had set earlier. Instead, she slowed it as much as she could, letting her hand travel all over Jace's torso, her nails slightly grazing his skin. With the same slowness, she went up and down, looking at him the same way he looked at her earlier; and when he reached out to put his hand on her lower back, she smirked at him, and pinned his hands above his head, just like he did to her earlier.

She kept her slow pace up until the point when she would feel that his frustration was starting to eat him, and that's when she increased her speed. With an obvious delight, she bounced on him, closing her eyes when he loudly growled of pleasure. Jace let her ride him, until something seemed to break in him, and he broke free from her hands, only to grab her by the buttocks and position her in a different angle that made Clary scream with a new found pleasure.

Jace had unfolded her legs and now she was almost lying on him, making her crotch hit his pelvic bone, all the while his member would hit a different angle inside of her. Clary kept moving on top of Jace, loving all the sensations she could feel at once and feeling her body burn as if her blood had turned into lava. Jace was squeezing her cheeks, meeting her thrusts with eagerness, and when he hit her with a little more force, she could help but yelp:

"God, Jace!"

One of his hands left her butt to grab a fistful of her hair and bring her face to his so they could share a kiss, before he told her with that deep voice that she liked so much about him: "Fuck! I'm about to come. Come with me, Clary. I want to feel you squeeze my cock with pleasure."

And as demanding and authoritative as it sounded, Clary gladly obeyed, reaching nirvana as her voice reached a few octaves higher. Jace finished right after her, growling out his orgasm with an obvious pleasure and Clary let herself fall limp on top of him, not caring if they were both covered with heavy sweat.

For a moment, none of them said anything or did anything, both simply trying to catch their breath after that intensive workout; but then, reality came back to them through Clary's stomach loudly growling and claiming the food that it had been promised earlier. They both laughed at it, when Jace's stomach joined the party as well, making them laugh even more.

"How about I give you real food, now?" Jace proposed, though he did nothing to stop drawing soothing circles on her back.

In a brusque move, Clary got up, knowing that otherwise she would lazily stay in bed all day long. "I'm going to take a quick shower," She I formed Jace before going to the bathroom and hitting the shower.

Once under the burning hot water, she thoroughly washed her body, using the opportunity to wet her hair so she could try to tame it a little. When she was over, she let Jace take his shower, while she got ready, not really fond over the fact that she had to wear the same cloths and underwear as the day before; and then, she looked like the mess that was her hair. She didn't even try to do anything since she have neither a brush, or a comb, and simply tied it into a messy bun that would give the impression that she spent some time working on her hairdo.

When they were both ready to go, they left the hotel room; and Jace led her to a nice little café that was situated between the hotel and her apartment. She was surprised, because she had been expecting Jace to take her to the lobby, or even call room service. After all, when a married man had a woman on the side, that was how he treated her. But she did her best not to linger on that, and do as he told her: leave the guilt to him. It was actually becoming a sort of mantra to her.

As they sat in front of one another and ordered their food, Clary suddenly felt like she was on a date. The atmosphere around them didn't feel as it should be. They didn't seem to be two coworkers sharing a meal, but they surely didn't look like two people having an affair either. She glanced around, wondering if people could tell about them, but everyone (staff and customers) were absorbed in their own head.

"They used to serve the best pecan pie in the world. I hope it is still the same," Jace told her, tearing her out of her thoughts; and this little statement made Clary question him:

"I didn't know you knew New York so well."

"I did all my college years here. My friends and I grew up in L.A., and we were all so mesmerised by the idea of living in New York. Being in the Big Apple was something so glamorous to us. But in the end, we all liked better our Californian life. Only my best friend, Jordan, comes back here several times a year. But it's mostly because of work."

With a little nod of understanding, Clary smiled and they both ate in silence for a little while. She wouldn't go as far as saying that they were in an awkward situation, but she had to admit that she was feeling weird having brunch with a man she started having an affair with. Leave the guilt to him. Leave the guilt to him.

And right now, Jace had the perfect opportunity to make her feel guilty, but did nothing of the sort. Instead he took the blame and was trying to lift the burden off her shoulders.

"How about you? Have you always been a New Yorker?" He asked, tearing her out of her thoughts. She shook her head, and explained:

"No. My brother and I were both born and raised in Seattle. We both came here to study, just like you, but the difference is we liked New York, so we stayed."

"Is your brother the man that I saw yesterday morning?"

Clary nodded, finishing her orange juice, and Jace nodded back, letting her know: "You have the same eyes." This simple little fact made her beam, because not everyone would ultimately see Jon and her as siblings for they didn't have much in common. Still, what he said just after made her deeply blush: "Your eyes are actually the first thing that I noticed about you. They are … mesmerising."

Clary looked down on her plate to butter her toast and avoid Jace's eyes, not ready for this sudden outburst from his part. Jace seemed to understand that she was a little uncomfortable, because he did not give her any more compliments, and the two of them mindlessly talked about their lives, though they consciously avoided the dangerous topic of his wife.

Clary told him about Magnus, working for the fashion industry, and being her best guidance for shopping. She told him how she had wanted to do this job ever since she went to College. He asked her about her parents, and she let him know that she was closer to her father, than to her mother.

Jace on the other hand told her that he was an only child who never knew his father. He talked about his best friend whom he knew since kindergarten and with whom his raised hell. He actually very fond of the memories he shared with Clary concerning Jordan.

They talked for a long time, until people started coming for lunch, instead of brunch; and so Clary estimated that it was time for her to go home. She hailed the waitress for the check and when the working girl went to fetch it, Jace let out a small sigh, putting his elbows on the table and his chin on his crossed hands:

"Clary … I don't want you to feel to feel like I'm forcing you into this relationship. If you say that you want out, I will respect your wish and stay professional with you when we will be at work. But I truly hope a part of you wants to try and make this work as much I do."

Just as he finished his declaration, the waitress came back with the bill, and so he looked away from Clary to give the young girl his card, giving all his attention to the waitress. He told her to double the tip, making the young girl thank him with pleasure and once the transaction was done, Clary and Jace left the café.

For a moment, Clary wasn't sure how they should part, but Jace started walking in direction of her apartment, so she figured that he would at least walk her back home, which he did. They mindlessly talked about mundane things on their way there, such as none of them seem to have a particular liking toward cars, or the fact that Jace liked being outdoors when Clary liked more staying at home. Especially on cold days.

Once they were down her building, Jace said his goodbyes, and kissed her before walking away. Which made her think a little. The only experience she had of … the m word, was the one she had seen displayed in movies. And men never treated the women the way Jace was treating her. He was very open with her, and didn't shy away to show her affection at any time he felt like it.

She didn't linger on it, mostly because she was still trying to make her mantra a reality, and so she didn't want to spend too much time thinking of Jace Wayland, knowing that guilt would soon hit her otherwise.

When she was in her apartment, it wasn't with great surprise that she found it empty. After all, Jon was still working. She went straight to her room and packed her suit case for her next missions, knowing that it would be a whole week before she would have come back to New York, so she packed according to that. Then, she went to the nearest grocery store, asking if they had left over carton boxes, and she started packing for her move, pressing play on her Spotify playlist and putting the volume to maximum. Jon had always made fun of her and her taste in music, because she couldn't stick to one kind of music. In the matter of an hour, she could listen from Eminem, to Disney, to Mozart, to System Of The Down, to Edith Piaf. Jon was more the kind of guy to stick to one kind of music for the entire day.

She was cut from her intensive packing by her brother coming on her room, lowering the volume to a decent level and leaning against the frame, his eyebrows up with incomprehension:

"What's up with the carton boxes? Are we being evicted?"

"I found a place near JFK. I'm moving the first of next month," She explained, shutting down the music completely for she knew that were about to enter a big conversation.

"Why would you move out? Was that a clause in your contract?"

"No. I'm just being pragmatic Jon. Izzy's pregnant, you will need the extra room. And your apartment is more suitable for a young couple than hers."

"So? Izzy being pregnant doesn't mean you have to leave like a thief. It just mean we have to find a place for the four of us. If you want it to be near the airport, we'll find something in this area. So you can stop this nonsense of finding your place. Are you even sure it's a safe neighbourhood?"

Clary repressed herself from heaving, knowing that Jon only meant well. She didn't mean for him to find out like that, she thought she would have the time to calmly explain to him, and for them to come to the conclusion that it was what was best for them, even if they weren't fond of this solution.

"Be reasonable, Jon. You're not going to start with Izzy and your kid with me around. It's a reality that was bound to happen, and you know it," Clary wisely argued.

Jon opened his mouth to retort something, but seemed to think better of it and then simply said: "I don't even know why I'm trying to argue with you. Mom will do a better job than me convincing you to stay here."

He started walking out of the room, but Clary caught up with him, threateningly grabbing his arm as she lowly growled: "Don't you dare tell Mom about it before I do. I swear that if you did so, I will make you regret it for decades. I'm the one who tells the folks!"

Jon narrowed his eyes at her, before whispering a small whatever and leaving her room. A part of Clary hoped that he knew better than to cross her on this one; but still the skeptical side of her doubted that Jon would be able to keep it for himself.

With a heavy sigh, she went back to packing, her heart heavier this time; and a couple of hours later she was interrupted by someone knocking at her door. She barely frowned, knowing that it could only be Izzy, since Magnus never bothered to knock when he came to visit her. She shouted at the girl to come in, and sat on the floor while Izzy walked in her room to sit on the edge of her bed.

Clary had always thought that her brother had been very lucky when it came to find Izzy. She was a beauty, a Greek goddess from another age. Sure she was taller than most women (which she complained a lot about), but Jon didn't seem to mind the littlest. She had a fair skin than clashes with the ebony of her hair and the redness of her lips. Her curves were all out at the right places, though Clary had to admit that they were a little more generous on her cleavage now that Izzy was pregnant.

"Hi Clary," Izzy said, with a little tired voice. Clary kept her worries to herself and asked with a normal voice:

"Hi Izzy. How are you doing?"

"I've been better," She admitted, looking down with sadness. But before Clary could ask anything about it, she looked around, and asked: "You moving out?"

"Yeah, it's time for me to move out of the comfortable familial cocoon, and get a life on my own."

Izzy nodded with comprehension, before she let Clary know: "I was so scared when I moved into my own apartment. I spent my two first months sleeping with the lights on. I actually never told my brothers, because knowing them, they would probably make fun of me until the end of times."

Izzy had two brothers, one two years older than her, Alec, and one two years younger than her, Max. Both of them went to live abroad as soon as they were graduated from high school. One in India, the other in Australia. Clary had met each only once, when she actually met Izzy's whole family a few months ago, at the announcement of her engagement to Jon; and she had to admit that Izzy's family had hit the jackpot in genes. Though if she was honest, it was all thanks to Maryse, their mother. It wasn't that Robert was ugly, he was simply average, when Maryse was drop dead gorgeous

The two women didn't say a word for a moment, Clary being perfectly aware that Jon had probably whined to his fiancé concerning her project of leaving, and how he was so not on board with this idea. It was only when Clary got up to close her window (thinking that the artic cold in her room was no good for a pregnant woman), that Izzy finally spoke again:

"He told you, didn't he?"

"Told me what?" Clary asked with her most believing tone. There was curiosity as well as surprise in her tone, but then again, she had always been a much better liar than Jon.

Izzy squinted her eyes at Clary, suspicion clear in her dark brown eyes, before she simply said: "I'm pregnant."

Clary waited the right amount of time before reacting with a joyful squeal: "Congratulations! How far along?" She glanced at Izzy's stomach before adding: "Not long I presume. I'm so happy for you."

Izzy smiled, but did not share Clary's glee at the news; and though Clary knew why, she still asked the brunette if there was something wrong for her not to be ecstatic at the fact that she would soon be a Mom. For a moment, Izzy did not say anything, before she bursted into tears and blurted out:

"Why is life being so unfair?! My Mom didn't have any troubles having any of us, so why should I already have problems with my first one. And why is it even a possibility that it will be my only one. Life is unfair!"

Without a word, Clary took Izzy in her arms, rocking her in her arms like she would have rocked a child, but she did not try to tell her anything. She might be a good liar to protect someone she loved, but she certainly didn't want to give Izzy false hopes concerning her pregnancy. Especially after what Jon had told her concerning the upcoming difficulty of Izzy's pregnancy.

Izzy's cries doubled as she went on with her depressing thoughts: "And what if I lose the baby, and Jon decides to leave me because he doesn't want to stick with a defective uterus?"

This was a fact known by everyone who knew Jon even a little: he wanted children. He was one of those rare men who had been dreaming of fatherhood since childhood. Maybe it was the reason why he had always been such a good big brother to Clary. The fact that he wanted children was actually something that Jon told Izzy on their second date, because he wanted to make sure that she also wanted to have children before continuing of pursuing her. Jon always loved seeing kids in the streets, and was always keen to babysat for his friends who already had children.

But then again, everyone who knew Jon, knew another thing: he adored Izzy.

"Jon would never leave you because you can't have children, Izzy. I think he'd rather give up his dream of being a father than to lose you. He loves you too much to afford to lose you," Clary reasoned, sure of herself. Jon looked at Izzy the exact same way their father looked at their mother, even after more than thirty-five years of marriage.

"You can't be so sure," Izzy argued between two sobs. " Tons of couples split up because of the impossibility of procreating. I've looked it up, and the numbers are sooooo high. Jon is going to leave me at the altar, and I'll end up as an old cat lady because my uterus doesn't work like every other uterus on the planet does."

Clary was about to make a statement that she couldn't be for sure that her uterus was the problem, that after all, the medicine concerning pregnancy was still something that modern medicine could not be a hundred percent sure, but she stopped herself. Right now Izzy didn't need reason, she simply needed comfort, and so she told her the one thing she was sure of:

"I can promise you that jones not going to leave you. Especially not for this reason. Jon loves you too much to let you go. So far, you're just being a pessimist. You've made it so far. Maybe you won't lose the baby. You shouldn't be so negative about this pregnancy when it barely started, or even your relationship with Jon when your planning a lifetime together."

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Jace's PoV, sort of

So, some of you asked for a Jace's point-of-view,

Here is it, but it's not completely his point-of-view.

You will get it as you will read

Jace: I did what you told me not to do.

Jordan: You had sex with her, again? Why is she even coming back to you, you're supposed to be boring in bed.

Jace: Having had only one woman doesn't mean that I'm boring in bed, just that I'm more skilled. But yes. She agreed to have a relationship with me.

Jordan: So you have a mistress. Who would have thought that YOU of all people would get yourself a mistress. Haha.

Jace: No. She's not my mistress, she's my girlfriend.

Jordan: Dude, you're still married. Whatever label you want to put on it, the rest of the world will still call her a mistress.

Jace: Well, she's not.

Jordan: Is she even THAT hot? Because Seelie is pretty hot to begin with. I mean, are you that lucky of a bastard to score tow beautiful women at the same time?

Jace: I'm telling you, Jordan, she's a babe. Great shape, fair skin, red hair, green eyes that can see right through you. Smart pouty mouth.

Jordan: Redhead, uh? You do have a type. And how is she handling the whole divorce part?

Jace: Not really well. I think she doesn't believe me when I tell her that I'm divorcing Seelie. She didn't even want to hear her name, or why I'm divorcing her.

Jordan: Weird. Maybe it's because she likes the thrill of getting it with a married man.

Jace: I don't think so. She freaked out when she realised I was married. Plus, she seems to think a lot about it. I think she feels guilty about it.

Jordan: That's a normal reaction.

Jace: Maybe I should wait and court her when the divorce is pronounced.

Jordan: We already had this discussion, and we both know you won't do it. First you have to work with her on a daily basis. Second, if she's that hot, imagine a guy starts flirting with her and gets her before you make a move. If she's as smart as you say, she'll take the available guy.

Jace: True.

Jordan: Now, real question, because you still didn't tell me. How good is she in bed?

Jace: Wet dream worthy.

Jordan: Maybe I should come to New York and see for myself

Jace: You do that and I break your arm.

Jordan: Okay. Another question, do you see yourself building something real with her, after the whole Seelie divorce is done?

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~ So, I will be honest, I am very excited to read your reviews. Because for once, there is so much for you to talk about. The pregnancy, the texts with Jace's boyfriend, Clary's move, and Clace finally starting off. Please tell me what you think about it all !

~ What do you think will happen next, though?

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Anyway, Cassandra Clare owns the names of the characters from the Mortal Instruments franchise, everything else is mine.

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