Okay! So the original plan was to not update until next year. But the thing is; of course I kept on writing, but I was just focussing on a bunch of prompts and ideas that I've had written down for quite some time. And now I've ended up with an overloaded documents folder and also a bunch of personal messages and reviews asking for a speedy update, so here we go! I'm updating now, and will resume normal updating from the 01/02/2016. I hope you guys had an amazing Christmas, and have an incredible New Year! On with the story, and I apologize for any mistakes made;
Jace drove around for hours.
At first, it was because he was so insanely hard in his pants that it took him almost forty-five minutes before he had himself under control. He wasn't going to lower himself to getting off in the private room or in the bathroom, but if he didn't focus on something else, he was going to explode without even needing to touch himself. When he walked back through the main room of the strip club, his gait had been stiff, his hands clenched at his sides. Jordan had called out to him, but Jace had just shook his head and stormed out to his car.
And then for the rest of the time...The rest of the time he was just completely lost in his head.
Completely lost in his head thinking about Clary.
It was ridiculous.
He felt like he was a teenager again, except he had never been a stupid, love struck teenager.
No.
Clearly that was hitting him later in life.
When he was fucking engaged.
Jace turned his radio all the way up, Breathe Carolina pouring out of the speakers, blasting in his ears and helping to drown out the messy thoughts. It wasn't really working, but it was helping. It was almost eleven by the time he pulled into the underground parking lot of his apartment building. He sat for a few minutes in his car, before grabbing his wallet, phone and keys, before he got out and walked to the lift. He took it all the way to the pent house, pinching at the bridge of his nose as he trudged into the apartment. He dropped the his things on the glass table as he walked into the kitchen, not bothering to turn on the lights as he opened the fridge and stared inside.
He hadn't realized how hungry he was until he saw that there was literally nothing in his cupboards. He walked over to where the landline was and picked it up, dialling one for reception.
"Mr Wayland," the woman at the reception desk answered.
"Can I get a burger? Just whatever is there. I just want a burger and chips," he told her.
"Of course, we will have it up there within ten minutes," she replied.
"Thank you," he hung up the call. He rubbed a hand over his face and then frowned when he heard a noise. He looked over to the doorway and let out a growl when he saw a pissed off Kaelie standing there, wearing a tight dress that showed more skin than it hid. She was wearing a hell of a lot of make up, even for her, and her hair was all pinned up. Then he remembered they had a dinner date and he blinked, letting out a sigh. "Oh shit. We had plans for dinner."
"Yeah, we did," Kaelie snapped at him. "Where the fuck have you been?!"
"I'm so sorry, I got caught up," Jace took a step closer to her, reaching out to touch her but she took a step back, her eyes narrowed. "Look, I totally forgot. I'm sorry."
"What were you doing?" She snipped at him. "Where have you been? I've been waiting here for ages, you never came back."
"I've just been...Around. With friends," he knew that it sounded stupid. "I was driving around," he shrugged. Kaelie was still glaring at him as she stepped closer to him, her spiked heels clicking on the ground as she walked around him. He felt like he was under investigation as she circled him and then stopped, crossing her arms tightly over chest.
"You smell like a fucking strip club," she growled at him.
"We went to a strip club," he nodded. Kaelie let out a sarcastic snort.
"Great. You blew me off for a couple of slut," she spat. "What, they better at sucking your cock than me? How classy, Jace. Just like every other rich kid around here, thinking that you're being so original by hanging out around the whore house—"
"Hey!" He told her sharply, putting his hand up to stop her rant. "I have never cheated on you! And you know that!"
"Oh, do I now?!"
"Yes," his voice was firm and his eyes sharp. "You do." Kaelie pursed her lips together as she glared at him, but from the way she wasn't replying, he knew that she wasn't going to argue. That was one thing that he never did, and never would do. He wasn't like that, and she knew it. What had happened when he found out about the yoga instructor for the first time had proved it. He had been horrified, and he had threatened to break their whole engagement off, and she had actually had to run to her father and have him call Stephen and Jace.
Jace wasn't naïve.
He had been in this life long enough to know that under all the sparkles and the glitter, things were honestly pretty dirty.
But cheating was something he had watched destroy the most important woman in his life through his whole childhood, and he had always told himself that he would never be with someone who did that. Now, he was going against that, but he would never stoop himself to the level where he was the one doing the cheating.
Kaelie knew that.
"I guess we can just order in," she finally mumbled her breath.
"I ordered a burger," Jace said shortly. "What do you want?"
"I'll just get a salad," she told him before turning around and walking into the lounge. She turned on the lights and picked up the multi-purpose remote, tapping a few buttons so that the curtains drew and shut out the city. Jace rang the reception back, ordering Kaelie's dinner and then joining her in the lounge. She was stonily staring at the blank plasma screen on the opposite wall, her hands folded on her lap. Jace sighed and sat down next to her, loosely wrapping his arm around her waist.
He kind of did feel guilty.
No, he hadn't cheated. But, well...God, he was close. And he guessed if he really thought about it, he and Clary had technically kissed twice now. But the first time had been an accident and the second time, she had kissed him first, and he had barely had time to process it, muchless respond, before she was pulling away. And then, had also stood Kaelie up tonight, and she had sounded pretty excited about it on the phone.
"Was there something that you wanted to talk about at dinner?" Jace asked, his voice a little softer this time. She didn't say anything, so he tightened his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to his side, so that she was moulding herself against his torso. He was about to ask again when there was a ping from the elevator. "That will be dinner," he said, getting up from the couch and walking over to where one of the staff was pushing a tray on wheels. Jace gave the man a nod and a smile, tipping him with one of the notes in his wallet before picking up the plates and walking over to Kaelie. She took it from him, not looking at him when she put it down on the table and leaned back and crossed her arms over chest.
"I wanted to talk to you about our wedding," Kaelie said bluntly as Jace took a bite out of his burger. He froze, his eyes darting over to her before he chewed a few times and then swallowed, putting the burger back down and looking at her.
"Our wedding?" He repeated back to her, hoping that his words didn't sound as choked coming out as they felt in his throat.
"Yeah, our wedding," she pursed her lips. "It generally comes after an engagement."
"Right," Jace rolled his eyes as he picked up two chips and shoved them into his mouth. "So we go from accusing me of fucking a stripper to talking about our wedding. A natural progression of conversation." Kaelie gave him a hard look and he just sighed, taking another bite of his burger and swallowing before nodding. "What about our wedding?"
"When is it?" She asked. He almost choked again on his food. Kaelie made an exasperated noise and got up from the couch, storming into his bedroom. Jace let out another long sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head. He really just didn't want to deal with this right now. He wanted to eat his burger, and throw back a couple of shots of bourbon and then crash out in bed, preferably falling into a dreamless sleep, but undoubtedly falling into a broken nap filled with a specific red head and flimsy dresses.
Instead, he ate a couple more chips and then wiped his hands on his jeans and then followed after Kaelie. He blinked when he saw her on the bed.
"Come on," she purred. Jace looked her up and down, his face impassive. She was wearing a rose coloured pair of panties and bra, that were sexy, but somehow just weren't doing it for him right now. Maybe it had to do with everything that had happened in the past twenty minutes, and how it seemed as though her split personalities were running even more rampant than usual.
First she was accusing him of cheating. And then she wanted to discuss their wedding, which had only ever been brought up twice before and successfully avoided. And now she was trying to get it all on with him?
He couldn't keep up.
"Baby?" Kaelie tilted her head to the side, her lips pursed in a pout, one hand braced behind her to keep her body propped upwards, while the other trailed down her neck and then chest, cupping her breast through her bra before continuing towards her pussy. Jace followed her hand down, watching as she pushed the crotch of her panties to the side and slid two fingers inside of herself.
It was all for show.
She wasn't enjoying it, her eyes weren't in the game, and that meant it really didn't hold much sway with him. It was like watching porn—completely impersonal.
Good enough to settle for if you needed something to get off to because you were frustrated about something else.
Jace's mind flickered back to Clary. Her fierce green eyes, her bouncy red curls, her perfect curves...His cock was hardening in his pants already. Kaelie let out a lewd moan as she put her fingers in her mouth, making a big show of sucking them and running her tongue over the digits. He thought about the way Clary had held onto the pole, arching her back so that her long hair fell backwards, her breasts pushing upward and her long legs curving. Kaelie let out a breathy moan, pushing her fingers back inside of her. He remembered Clary on his lap, the way her eyes were locked on his, so dark with lust that he knew it wasn't all about the stupid dance she was pretending it was about.
He remembered the way her breath felt on his mouth as she rolled her hips against his, her nose bumping against his once or twice...He was hard. He was throbbing again, the arousal from earlier rushing back over him.
Kaelie gave him a predatory smile, clearly thinking the erection was for her, as he pulled off his pants and climbed on the bed with her. She slid down so that she was laying underneath him. He didn't even pause, finding a condom in his bedside table and pulling it on, and then pushing into her. She let out a groan that was all for the dramatic effect, arching her back and resting her hands on his shoulders.
"Come on, baby," she moaned to him as he pushed into her. He forced himself to look at her, but she had her eyes closed, so he settled for staring at the wooden bed frame, thinking back to the red head that was stealing every conscious thought he had.
What the fuck was going on with her?
What the fuck was she thinking?
Clary sighed as she threw off her clothes and kicked them to the corner of her room. It was almost two, and she was done with work, finally. Which meant she finally had time to settle herself down after the dance she had experienced right at the beginning of her shift. She didn't know what had inspired her impromptu lap dance—scratch that, she sighed under her breath as she walked across the hall and turned on the shower. She knew exactly what it was that had inspired the dance.
She hated the idea of Tammy-Lynn taking him into a private room and giving him a dance. She knew that for the dancer herself, there was nothing personal there, and Jace was engaged and it was probably just a bit of fun, but she felt a flare of jealousy in the pit of her stomach and she had reacted.
God...He had been so hard. When she had straddled his lap, she had felt her movements get slightly out of sync as she rolled herself against him, and she was surprised by the lick of heat that had travelled over her skin. She was one of the few girls at the club who didn't give a happy ending, but she had considered it. The only thing that had snapped her back to reality when the bouncer had knocked on the door to let them know that their time was up.
Clary stepped under the shower, letting the hot water sluice away the thick layer of make up, sweat and cheap dusting of glitter from the day. She had her hair tied back in a high bun to stop it from getting wet, and she tipped her face back under the water, sighing as her tired muscles began to relax.
She was being an idiot.
She had a stupid friggin' crush.
She had never had a crush!
Never!
And now she had something for her room mates childhood friend who was completely unattainable. Sure, he was clearly physically attracted to her, but he was a guy. She had danced on top of him, pretty much naked, and he had gotten hard for her. That was to be expected.
Once she finished off her shower, she brushed her teeth and quietly walked back over to her bedroom. Isabelle and Max were both asleep, their doors shut, so she kept her footsteps light on the wooden floor. She pulled a shirt over her head and a pair of underwear and slipped into bed. Usually when she got home, her body was completely ready to go to sleep, especially when she worked these kinds of shifts, but her thoughts kept finding their way back to Jace, and his heated golden eyes and the way his lips had felt against hers.
Clary sighed, reaching down to the bottom drawer of her bedside table, pulling out her vibrator and slipping it between her legs.
Jace was out of bed and in the shower before Kaelie woke up. When he came back into the room, Kaelie was blinking up at him, rubbing her hands in her eyes as she sat up. Jace gave her a quick smile as he dressed, pulling a suit out of his closet. He buttoned up a light purple shirt, tucking it into his black pants and then sliding the tailored jacket over top, buttoning up the sleeves.
"Where are you going?" She asked him.
"I've gotta go in to work today. There's a meeting, and then we've got lunch with a bunch of investors," Jace replied as he walked over to the mirror that was mounted behind his door. He pulled a tie on, adjusting it around his neck and then tying it in a knot. "Did you want to do dinner tonight? As in proper dinner, not room service."
"No," Kaelie shook her head, sliding out of bed and walking over to him, completely naked and unabashed as she stood in front of him, running her hands over his shoulders and down his arms. "I've got plans tonight. With the girls." Jace shrugged, not particularly caring. "But we should definitely talk soon. About our wedding." There she was, referencing the dreaded day again. Jace pursed his lips and forced a nod.
"Flick me a text when you're free," he told her, leaning down to give her a quick kiss on the cheek. Kaelie smiled and then dropped to her knees, pulling at the button and zipper of his suit pants. "Oh, Kaelie...Baby, I'm going to be late—" he attempted to protest, but then her mouth was surrounding his limp cock, and her hand was massaging his sac. Jace looked down at the blonde head that was bobbing up and down, and his cock was already hardening from the suction. His body began to relax into her as she worked her mouth over him. Her tongue slid up and down his arousal, tightening her fingers around his balls. It took a little bit longer than usual, but then he was spilling down her throat, and she awkwardly swallowed, making a little choking noise before pulling back and wiping her mouth.
"I'll see you later," she murmured up to him and he gave her a kiss to the forehead before pulling himself together and leaving the apartment. He wasn't actually the one driving to work today, he was getting a ride with the sons of one of his fathers partners in the hotel business, Mark Blackthorn, who Jace had gone to school with. He took the elevator to the ground floor and walked out the front door, his hands in the pockets of expensive pants and nodded at the doorman. He saw the flashy convertible parked right outside and walked over, slipping inside.
"Hey, man," Mark shot a smirk over at him before he pulled away from the curb, not showing any regard for the traffic.
"How's it going?" Jace nodded at him.
"Not bad, not bad," Mark shifted gears as he ran a light that had just turned red. "How's that smoking hot fiancée of yours?" Jace forced out a laugh.
"Still sexy and still demanding," he replied and Mark laughed in response.
"But that's what they're all like, right?" Mark said.
"Yeah, I guess so," Jace rubbed his hand over his eyes and leaned back against his head rest. Mark had always sort of just been around. They had always run in the same sort of circles, but Jace had never been particularly close to him. He was a bit brash, and he didn't treat woman well, which was something that Jace didn't like, but he was good to get the occasional drink with.
"Do you know where the lunch is?" Mark asked.
"I'm not sure," Jace shrugged. "Wherever the investors want to go. So probably somewhere fucking expensive that can be charged to the company."
"Damn," Mark hissed through his teeth. "I really want a cheeseburger." Jace laughed as he looked over at Mark, who just shrugged.
"I'm sure they'll have a cheeseburger on the menu," he said.
"Yeah, but it'll be some fancy cheeseburger, all deconstructed and put back together with all these weird ass lettuce's and cheeses," Mark screwed up his nose. "I'm so not down for that." Jace laughed again as they reached the biggest hotel in the company, which was centred almost directly in the middle of the city. It was fifty-seven floors of lush carpet, expensive furniture and elegant woodwork. Two of those floors were meeting rooms, one of them reserved exclusively for any business that Stephen and his business partners.
"Hey, Walter," Jace grinned at the valet as they pulled up outside the front door. Walter nodded back at him with a smile, which quickly dropped off his face as Mark got out of the car and came around to the other side of the car, to the sidewalk. Mark didn't even give Walter a second look as he tossed his keys in the general direction of the valet, sending the older man scrambling to make sure he caught them. Jace gave him a sympathetic look before following Mark into the house.
"Fortieth floor?" Mark asked as they walked easily through the lobby.
"Yeah, I think so," Jace said. There were two elevators, and Jace pulled out his swipe key from his wallet to override the second one, bringing it directly down to the ground floor, not stopping for anyone along the way who might've pressed the button. They stepped inside and Jace once again swiped his card pushed his finger to the floor they were going to. When the door slid open, Stephen was already there, with a couple of his other partners, including Mark's father.
The meeting didn't properly start until almost eleven, and by then, Jace was restless. He hated all of the banter that was required before they actually started business, because it was always the same between theese men. Pretty much dick measuring; who had the youngest wife, who had the biggest holiday home, who had the most mistresses. The actual business side of things, that interested him. He was good with that. He liked numbers and he liked fitting pieces together, and making sure things were working at the best capacity.
It was just after one before they all headed out for lunch, taking one of Stephen's town cars—more like a limo—over.
The lunch was pretty much a replay of the conversations that had gone on before the meeting had started, and he was bored stiff before they even got around to starting on their main meal. He was on his second bourbon when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He ignored it for a while, thinking that it was probably Kaelie, but somewhere in the middle of his father talking about a run in with his secretary, he looked down at his phone. It was Isabelle, which made him smile in surprise.
You didn't come by last night. Hope you didn't drive drunk.
Jace's eyes raised in surprise. But then, did he really think that Clary had gone home and told Isabelle that she had given her childhood friend a dirty dance?
I was fine. Got home around midnight.
The reply was pretty quick.
I meant what I said. You know where we live.
She sent another one quickly, before he had a chance to answer.
I like having you back in my life, Jace. And Max and Clary like you as well.
"That your girl?" Mark asked, leaning over to look at his phone, clearly as bored with the lunch conversation as he was.
"Uh, no," Jace shook his head. "Isabelle. Isabelle Lightwood? She's Alec's younger sister. You might remember her—"
"Yeah, yeah," Mark raised his eyebrows. "She was pretty hot; long legged and shit. Disappeared a while ago, right?"
"She moved, yeah," Jace nodded.
"Didn't know you guys were still in touch," Mark said as he picked up his whiskey glass. "How's she doing?"
"She's good."
"She has a kid, right?" Mark continued and Jace paused as he looked across at the other man.
"Ye-ah," he dragged the word out. "How did you know that?"
"It gets around," Mark shrugged.
"Hey, boys," Stephen looked over at the pair of them warningly. Clearly their disinterest in the conversation at hand had been noticed. Jace shoved his phone back into his pocket and straightened up in his seat, clenching his hand around his tumbler and forcing himself to turn his attention back to the table.
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