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💚 Give Me The Daddy, I'll Give You The Sugar 💚
"The best investment I ever made, was when I lost fifty million dollars and met the love of my life as a result of that."
‼️Rated M - {Out Of Characters/All Human/Alternate Universe}‼️
‼️Romance/Angst/Drama/Lemons‼️
‼️Clace/The Waylands/OGs/Magnus Bane/‼️
Chapter 16: The Sugar&The Daddy (5,0K)
We need to talk.
Call me when you get back to New York.
I'd like to update the terms of our contract.
Clary stared at the note, not moving or realising how long she just stood there until she felt a tear roll down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away, scrumping the piece of paper in her fist before she shoved it in her pocket deeply breathing in. For a moment, she tried to compose herself, refusing to cry over Jace, refusing to admit that she had been so foolish.
But after internally battling for a few minutes, her legs gave in, and she just broke down, falling on the floor and letting out all her tears. She cried her heart out, unable to stop herself, no matter how many times she tried to convince herself that Jace was not worth her tears.
She felt ... worthless. Even Henry never manage to make her feel like that. In fact, even for him, she had never cried so hard. At least, she knew how little she mattered to him and how little he cared, whereas Jace made her believe that he somewhat cared about her.
She was feeling cheap and dirty. The one thing she had always told Jace she would not do for money, he had managed to get out of her, because this was the kind of man he was. He had told her again and again that he always got what he wanted, and he had just proved himself right. He had wanted to get in her pants since the first time he had seen her, and after time dedication and a lot of money, he had managed to do so.
She hurled of frustration and disgust with herself, unable to see clearly and only seeing Jace's flaws and all the things he did that led her to fall for that excuse of a man, and open her legs to him. He never put her first, he always thought of himself and on how much comfort he could get out of her. And sure, that was the basis of their contract, but she gave in so many things that were never meant to happen according to that stupid piece of paper.
Like spending time with his family, like going abroad with him, like sleeping with him ... like kissing him. She had blinded herself to his masterful manipulation because she had been so stupid, secretly hoping that maybe Jace would change or even want to try something more, even if it was for a brief period of time.
All those moments she had thought he had been sweet were turning sour in her memory, tainted by the fact that Jace had just treated her with as much respect he would have treated a prostitute. She started thinking of Izzy, wondering if this was the way she felt every time a customer gave her money at the end of the night, and though she would like nothing more than to numb her brain and stop thinking about Jace, she couldn't.
She had always wondered why Jace had always been so lenient about Izzy. He never opposed to the two of them meeting, and even often asked about her, though Clary had thought at first that he would be against her being friends with a hooker. At first, she had thought it was because he was feeling bad about keeping her from Clary during all those months. But now, with the retrospect of the previous night, she felt that he was just too happy that she befriended a hooker, warming her up to the idea of getting paid for sex.
And his stupid 'no-fap' movement that he allegedly followed for years before meeting her. Bullshit! Now, she was feeling so naive to have believed him. He just knew how to hide his game. He had told her to her face, he was good at poker and he never went into a business deal he knew he wasn't going to come out gaining something. But she didn't listen. She had been too stupid, believing he just wanted her friendship and was gentleman enough to stay away from her.
With rage, she got up, wiping her tears away. She stomped to the door, before turning and looking at the envelope again. She was tempted to take it and just throw the money at his face the next time she would see him. But she knew he was out of the continent for at least three weeks travelling between Europe and Asia. So she left it there, so she took the time to write on it that it was a tip to be shared.
She was decided to wash her hands off him. After all, if he cared so little about her, he would barely notice the difference. She would just miss her in the dead of the night when he would crave for a warm presence by his side and someone to open their legs for him to relieve his tensions. After all, that was what he would offer if she was stupid enough to call him.
At the airport, she remembered going to the drugstore and taking the morning after pill, felling like the sluttiest person on Earth under the very judgmental look of the clerk. As she gulped it down with water, she found herself blaming Jace once again. Rationally speaking, she knew that she should have said something, but she was on a tangent to blame Jace for everything wrong about their relationship. And the fact that he, not only didn't ask about protection and contraception but also didn't have the good taste to at least retrieve, leaving all of it to fall on her shoulders, just got on her nerves.
In truth, anything about Jace got her nerves at that moment. So much that, had she not already checked in, she would have changed her ticket so her return home wouldn't have been paid by Jace.
Begrudgingly, she waited for boarding, scrolling hough her phone, hesitating on calling Izzy. She knew that Izzy would be the best person to talk to. But at the same time, she always felt weird talking to her about her relationship with Jace, because up until now, she was just paid to be by his side, when Izzy had to put out with so many men to feed her kids.
So she decided against it, though she knew she was going to pay a visit to Magnus as soon as she would land, just so she could rant about Jace for hours. And as if he knew she had been thinking about him, Magnus sent her the link to a YouTube video,
Jace Wayland's grand gesture.
Yesterday evening, Jace Wayland receive an award for 'best businessman' of the year, for the fifth time in a row. When usually Wayland never bothers with a speech, this time, the mogul took the mike, taking time to tell to young businessmen everywhere that nothing comes without sweat, blood and tears.
But what surprised the audience was the end of his speech that he dedicated to his girlfriend of almost two years, even though he never clearly said her name, or even that he was referring to her. The billionaire explained in between words that the young redhead was the strong woman he needed to keep on thriving and that he was forever grateful for the support that she showed him.
Now, though many people saw this as a beautiful and subtle love declaration, some bloggers did question Wayland's motives. Indeed, the businessman has always been very private about his personal life, some people even talking about a deal he would have made with the media so he could have full control of what was published about him and his girlfriend.
According to those bloggers, Jace Wayland's speech was nothing but a grand gesture like the ones we see in the final act of a romcom, and the proof that he had done something wrong that needed to be forgiven by his girlfriend.
Now, we may never know the truth, but the young woman seemed happy and proud of her man, cheering for him when he received his award, and more than happy to kiss the businessman after his speech.
Maybe it was a well-hidden apology, or a simple and genuine love declaration, or maybe it was simply Jace Wayland telling the world how important that woman is to him. All we know is that they looked adorable together last night.
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When she landed back in New York, she didn't even bother going back to her flat, she went straight to Magnus, praising her lucky star that he was off on that day. He opened the door as soon as she rang the doorbell of the apartment he was sharing with Karl, and though for a moment she did not say a word, he immediately saw that there was something wrong with her.
He didn't ask any questions and simply took her in his arms, rocking her and hushing her as she cried for the first time in years in front of someone else. She let all her anguish out, hating that she was crying over Jace fucking Wayland, and once her sobs quieted down, Magnus ushered her in his flat, taking her suitcase with him.
"So what happened? Aren't you supposed to be glowing with love after that declaration Jace made about you?"
"Jace is a fucking asshole whose mouth is as deadly as a vine. It looks all innocent at first, until it has you where it wanted, and then strangles you with you realising."
Magnus frowned, sitting them down on the couch, and she explained everything that happened between them. She came clear about the fact that they had been sharing a bed for months, and about those few stolen kisses here and there. She told him about her growing feelings, and how they blinded her judgement. She recounted what happened on the previous night, how her heart made her feel that there could be more, how she gave in, and how she ultimately fell from grace in the morning when she saw the note that she showed to her best friend.
Magnus looked at the piece of paper, his face showing disappointment but also confusion.
"But Clary ... It's pretty obvious that he loves you. I mean, this could be just Jace being Jace and not knowing exactly how to express his feelings."
"He wants to 'update the terms of our contract.' Oh, and he left more than twenty grands next to that stupid note!"
"But didn't you say that the contract says he has to pay you a couple of months in advance if you guys were to break it? This is probably Jace owning up to this part."
Clary didn't reply anything, because she had thought of that. Jace had always been a businessman, and even when he had shown her his more personal side, he had always had a business approach on things. So maybe he was just ending the contract. But the fact remained that this 'update', meant he just wanted a new one. One where he could have the cake, eat it and have the baker as well.
It was how their whole relationship started, and how it developed. He clearly had wanted to get in her pants, and though he was not a patient man, as he had told her again and again, he always got his way. He was that good of a businessman to know when to play his cards, and that's what he did with her. He went after her when her resolution had been at its weakest after she had already fallen for him and would be more than happy to give him what he wanted.
"Biscuit. I think he's just in love and doesn't know how to say it."
"People in love don't give money to their significant others for sex! This is literally what happened and what he's expecting to happen in the future. For me to be his personal whore. How else do you explain this?" She asked, brandishing the note.
He couldn't reply anything and the last ounce of hope she had that Jace might have been just clumsy and that might have overreacted crumbled before her eyes. At the end of the day, she was either a girl who had been paid for sex, either one of those girls Magnus had warned her about. The ones who fell in love with men who would never reciprocate their feelings.
She wiped away the tears that were once again flowing on her cheeks, and Magnus got up, only to come back a couple of minutes later with a bottle of wine and two glasses. They spent the rest of the day drinking, bitching about the unfairness of life to have her fall with such a man, and the bright side that she would go to London next year and have a fresh start.
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The next morning, she woke up, her head pounding and cursing at whoever was calling her on a Sunday morning. She turned on herself, thanking everything that was holy that Karl and Magnus had a comfortable couch, and she picked up her phone, ready to let whoever was on the other end of the line get her foul mood. But when she saw that it was Jace, she just let it go to voicemail.
She thought about it for a moment, before deciding to change her number. After all, this was what they had agreed on. No more contact if they were to ever fuck. So, in all logic, he shouldn't even have asked her to call him. He should be expecting no responses from her and just get on with his life.
She pondered if she should get back to the hotel and get her things, but there was nothing really important to her there. Just memories that were now tainted by what happened. She tried not to think about the fact that she would have to remember of that every year for the rest of her life, that her birthday would always have that sour memory of when she lacked judgement, and she got ready to go back to her place, telling herself like a mantra that she didn't waste her time with Jace, but just gained experience. As Dorothea had told her before, she shouldn't have expected to be treated as anything else but a business deal.
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A month after her birthday, Clary had managed to find herself a new routine that did not include Jace. And though she had to admit that she missed the companionship he would give her in the evening, she still went along, trying to forget all about him. More often than not, she cried herself to sleep, hating to find herself in that position. There was nothing to cry over, so she shouldn't let herself be so affected. She was sure he wasn't.
She fought against herself to try and stalk him like some pathetic ex-girlfriend that she wasn't. She knew for a fact that he wasn't in the US because he had told her he had several business deals and transactions to over through abroad. It was in fact one of the reasons why Jace tried, again and again, to get her to come with him for at least one of those trips. Because they wouldn't see each other for a month.
And when that month had seemed like such a long time for her before, now seemed to be a blessing that had gone by too fast. Maybe it was because she had tried to keep herself as busy as possible. Or maybe it was because she had been dreading his comeback to New York.
During the first week, Jace had tried to contact through Valentine, calling at her place of work and both times, she dodged the bullet, even though she could tell Valentine was curious as to what happened between his protégée and his best client. But he never asked.
And neither did Alec, even if she still stayed in touch with him, for the sake of the boys.
"Are you sure I can't convince you to take a week off for you to come to Sydney? The boys would love seeing you here," Alec asked, using his boys to make Clary feel guilty about her refusal.
"No. I have a lot of work, and so little time before going to London"
Alec shook his head, stretching on the other end of the camera from their Skyping and he quoted the Shining, "All work and no play make Clary a dull girl."
"Maybe. But in the meantime, I'm pretty sure Julian and Jason will be delighted to hear my intake of the UK first hand. I'll let them know all about platform 9 3/4 and Hogwarts."
"Ugh, don't remind me. Julian has become obsessed. Mom and Dad want to take him to Orlando for Christmas which I think is unfair. Jace and I had to stay home and watch those terrible old Christmas movies. I think it is only good parenting to inflect the same to my kids."
Clary laughed, ignoring the way her heart twisted when he mentioned Jace. Since it seemed that Alec still had no idea that the two of them were no longer in a relationship, she refused to talk about it. She knew that if she did, he would ask why, and she couldn't decently tell the man that his brother was someone who thought so little of her that he thought it was normal to pay her for sex.
To be honest, Clary had expected Jace to have his PR release a statement that they were no longer together, but nothing of the sort happened. So she kept on going on and about with her life, enjoying her friends as much as she could. She told Izzy about the end of her relationship with Jace, and her friend had been most supportive, reminding her to not let that moment define her.
And when her periods came a week after her birthday, the two of them went out to celebrate the relief that she was not pregnant after all. Clary knew it would have been a terrible thing for her to have a kid now, with Jace nonetheless. He would have paid for the pension, she was sure of it, calling his lawyer to know how to deal with the situation, instead of calling his family. But more than that, it was a bad time for her. She never would want to rely on someone to raise her kid, and she wasn't stable enough to provide a child with the home she wanted to provide. She just needed a couple of years to make sure her kids would have what she never had.
Now, she was in Seb's car, going back to her place after one of his representations. They were talking about how good he was at impacting people with his jokes, and how she liked that more often than not, his jokes could make people think about real issues.
He pulled over in front of her building, and he dropped the bomb she was not expecting,
"So, I auditioned for SNL as you know, and ... I am starting at the next season."
She screeched of happiness, jumping at his neck and sharing his joyful moment. He gave her back the embrace, lashing of glee with her, but their moment of joy was short-lived as someone snatched Seb out of Clary's hands. Clary saw with horror that Jace was standing there, and before she couldn't even ask herself how he knew where she lived, Jace punched Seb in the face.
"Oh my God! Are you insane?" She exclaimed, rushing to Seb's side and taking his face in her hands to estimate the damage.
"Get your hands off my girl!" Jace growled behind her, trying to get passed her, but she wouldn't let him, slightly touching Seb's nose to make sure it wasn't broken.
"I am so sorry, Seb."
"It's okay. I should get going anyway. I'll call you tomorrow."
He hurried himself back to his car, and once he was no longer in view, she turned on her heels to glare at Jace. In all honesty, she couldn't remember if there was ever a time when she had seen him so angry, and Jace had always had a temper. She was tempted to explode at this right moment, but she didn't want to make a scene, so she went to her flat, closely followed by Jace who was seething with anger.
As soon as they were in her apartment, she burst, "What are you doing here?"
"Well, when ones ghost someone, they should expect to be contacted by any means necessary," He retorted with a barely contained ire.
"What I mean is, what are you doing here. I never told you where I live."
"Don't be daft, Clary. You know I can find this information in the blink of an eye."
"And how long have you had this information?!"
He did not answer, but his silence spoke volume and it dawned to her that he probably had all her information before their relationship even began. "Did you know about my past? About me being in the system? About the Millers?"
Once again, he refused to answer, and she had to remind herself that the walls were thin and she couldn't go screaming without her neighbours hearing her. But this was a low blow she had never expected. She had confided to Jace about that part of her life. She had told him things she didn't even share with Magnus or Izzy. It was more than her heart, it was her soul. And like the Devil he was, Jace had taken it, keeping for himself that he had already dug into her life and knew all there was to know about her. She had been just a puppet in his hands.
"This behaviour is creepy, Jace. Borderline stalker. I want you to leave, now," She said with a strangely calm voice, but Jace did not make a move to go away.
"How am I supposed to get in touch with you when you don't take my calls, ignore my emails and avoid our home?"
"All I did is respect the terms of our contract. I ceased all contact. It's not my fault if you can't apply what you agreed on."
His golden eyes carefully studied her green ones, but she kept her head high, refusing to show weakness or cry in front of him. This was the one part of her he would never get.
"What did I ever do to make you act like that? This isn't like you."
"You showed me your true colours. You treated me like a whore!"
"ii respected the contract," he threw back at her through gritted teeth. "Do you really think I walk around with that much money on me? I've been wanting to end that stupid contract for a while, and the money was just there because this is what I'm supposed to do! If you had called me, I would have explained that to you! This was just me giving you money to end the contract!"
"Okay. No worries. Then, goodbye. The contract is null and void now, and we're not supposed to be in contact anymore."
"Clary ..." He took a small step toward her, but she stepped back, daring him to go any further. He swallowed his difficulty and put his hands in his pockets instead of letting them hang by his side after she refused his touch. "I ... want another contract with you. One that is law-abiding. One that I would have to proclaim in front of the world."
For a moment, Clary didn't fully understand what Jace meant, but then, his innuendo made sense and all she felt was outrage,
"You want to marry me? You wanted me to call you so you could propose? Over the fucking phone?! And what on Earth made you think I'd marry you? That situation when the prostate marries the rich man only happens in movies! This is the real-life, Jace! There is no fucking way I would marry someone who thinks so little of me! There is no fucking way that I would raise my children with a man who doesn't even want them to begin with! With a man who would never see his kids as a priority! With a man who thinks money is the answer to everything!"
"I told you, I have been wanting to end the contract for a while. What happened on your birthday was not planned. It just happened. It was ... I just ..." He seemed at a loss of words, even though he had started his statement with anger.
With frustration, he passed his hands in his hair, and blurted out, "I love you, Clary. Simple as that."
"And yet that didn't stop you from giving me money after we fucked," She scoffed, rolling her eyes at his statement.
Those were the words she would have loved to hear a month ago before all of this mess happened. But the more Jace explained himself, the more she was realising that he was not the man she thought he was. Just some conniving man who would do anything he could to get what he wanted.
Jace glared at her, stepping forward and towering over her for the first time in their relationship. Though it was obvious that he was taller than her, whether she wore heels or not, Jace never imposed his height on her, and she had always felt as his equal. But this time, if she hadn't known deep inside her that Jace would never lay a hand on her, she would have cowered in fear.
"We didn't fuck. We made love," He growled with seething fury.
And if Jace had hoped that this would have been the line that would get her back to him, he had never been more wrong in his life. finally, she understood the wording of the contract. For a long time, she had found it weird that such a business-like document would have the word 'fuck' in it. But now, she understood. This was the loophole Jace had mentioned. He always had loopholes in his contracts so he could always come out gaining something. And she had been no exception.
"You created the loophole," She whispered with shock and disbelief. "You always intended to get between my legs. You just toyed with my heart first."
"Clary —"
"Well, congratulation, Mr Wayland," She said with a cold voice, snapping her head up to look deep into his golden eyes. "I hope you enjoyed the ride. Just for you to know, you to make me feel worse than dirt. In fact, you've made me feel like I've never felt before. Even Henry never managed to accomplish to make me feel so low about myself. I hope you enjoyed the game and that the game was worth it to you."
He tried to take her in his arms, but her glare was meaningful enough for him to stop himself, even though he still tried to argue, "Clary ..."
"Leave my flat, now. Leave my home, and leave me alone," She said, opening the door for him to walk out of her place.
For a moment, he just looked at her, probably hoping that she would change her mind, but as she had stated earlier, this was not a fucking movie. It was her life, and she intended on taking back control of it.
Once she was alone, she rested her head against the door, finally allowing herself to cry. But this time, it wasn't because of Jace, but because of her. She felt so stupid to have thought that she was ever something more than a deal. This was what she had been all along, and though Dorothea had warned her time and time again, she had forgotten that.
With a big inspiration, she stood straight, more decided than ever to succeed in her endeavours and to make London her beacon of hope and new beginnings. Even though it was still early, she went to her room and started sorting out what she would bring to London.
She was going to move out, and to move on. Jace fucking 50MIL Wayland now belonged to her past.
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💚Your thoughts and opinions are always welcomed💚
💚 So, this is the last chapter as I said, and I can't wait to read what you're thinking about it. I know many of you dislike Jace, or Clary, or the two of them, but that's always how I saw this going. There were a few hints about it. Not necessarily in the way where the characters said something, but in the way some things were said, or some chapters were structured. Plus, obviously, their actions. haha
💚And the epilogue will have a name as well, a very obvious one. If you can guess it, you can have a surprise 😉
💚 I'm always curious about your favourite part, and what you think will happen next, so let me know.
💚 Cassandra Clare owns the names of the characters from the Mortal Instruments franchise, everything else is mine.
Love, Mina💚💚💚
