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Chapter 16

Misapprehension

The curtains were thrown aside and the light poured into the room and onto Magnus. He nearly jumped out of his bed in surprise from the sudden burst of light. Standing beside the curtain was his friend Woolsey.

"Alright Magnus, I've had enough of your sulking." He said crossing his arms over his chest.

"How the hell did you get in?" Magnus groaned pulling himself to a sitting position. He was wearing a plane t-shirt and jeans because he had been too lazy to dress into his night clothes.

"I have your key remember? Anyway, you have got to clean yourself up. You've canceled almost a week of clients which if I might add you cannot ignore them any longer and you've haven't left his bloody house. We have work to do. Either you call the damn kitchen boy or you get over him." He grunted.

"Alec, his name is Alec. And I've called him. Like a million times and he hasn't answered." Magnus said dropping his head into his hands remembering the aching feeling in his chest. Every time he had dialed his heart raced with anticipation wondering if the boy would answer. He never did, and Magnus's heart sank in disappointment.

"Then you should get over him. I know it's not the proper way to break up a relationship, but maybe that's the way he wanted it to be. He couldn't bear to face you." Woolsey said walking over to Magnus' closet and pulling out clothes.

"But how could he do that to me? I- I thought maybe we could have worked it out." Woolsey sighed in annoyance and threw a pair of dress pants and a dark blue button down shirt towards Magnus. The clothes landed on his head and he irritably took it off. "You don't care do you?"

"I did, when I heard it the first time, but after the hundredth time it's just aggravating." Magnus swung his leg over the bed, took the clothes Woolsey threw at him and padded over to the bathroom to change. He checked himself in the mirror and realized he had not taken off his make-up from the previous day and his liner was smudged around his eyes. He looked almost dead and he immediately wiped it off. After washing his face and drying it, he put on dark blue eye shadow and then lined his eyes with heavy black eyeliner instantly making his gold-green eyes bigger. He almost smiled, feeling like his old self. He grabbed for the gel and started pulling his hair into little spikes on his head. When he finished, he pulled on his blue shirt and stepped into his pants. The only thing he could wear was smile on his face. It was too difficult to smile, not after what happened to him. His heart was crushed and there was no way of putting the pieces back together.

After a long day of working hard and satisfying the clients to their needs, Magnus and Woolsey were seated on the couch in silence and watching the fire dance and crackle before them. Magnus had tried to his best to not get irritable at the people who complained but his mind was distant and he was easily distracted. Woolsey seemed to do all the negotiation and deals and Magnus felt a peg of guilt but he couldn't bring himself to apologize.

"We dated once didn't we?" Woolsey spoke breaking the silence. Magnus looked at him and knew it wasn't a question but more of a statement.

"I'd almost forgotten we did." Magnus admitted.

"Not me" Woolsey said looking at Magnus. "I never forgot."

"Where are you going with this?" Magnus asked narrowing his eyes.

"There's one thing I will always regret in my life. I will die unhappy because of the one thing I didn't do."

"And what's that?"

"Going after you" There was a sudden lump in Magnus' throat and he tried to swallow it down. "When we were in London, we did a lot of things." Woolsey started leaned forward and resting his forearm on his knees. "I admit, I thought it was just a fling, but as I grew to know you, I realized, I began to have deeper, stronger feelings for you. And just when I thought I had you, you had told me you were going to New York. I couldn't believe it and I didn't want to. I acted like it wasn't a big deal and I let you run." Magnus found an old spark in his chest rise and he couldn't help but feel a little sympathy.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"It's okay; you weren't running from me but from your father." Woolsey reassured.

"I know, but it was still wrong." The two fell silent and a heavy feeling loomed overhead.

"By the time I got the courage to chase after you, you were dating someone else, a girl really. Camille." Magnus smiled knowing he was never really into her but he used her for publicity. Along the way, though he had started to have affection for her but it never grew anymore than that.

"I began working with you because I thought I could get close to you, close enough that you would come back to me but then, I bumped into kitch- uh, Alec, and then you started hanging around him more often. You changed- no he changed you and I knew I was too late."

"Woolsey I-" Magnus started but the other man cut him off by taking his chin in his hand and pulled him into a kiss. Magnus sat there befuddled and he blinked in utter confusion.

"That was for not going after you," Woolsey whispered. He leaned in once more and this time, Magnus closed his eyes falling into the second kiss. "And this is goodbye." He said after he pulled away.

"If you really love him Magnus, if you truly believe he is the one, don't let him go." Magnus turned away his heart pounding with uncertainty and he ran a hand over his lips. He didn't know what he wanted, he was too upset.

"I'm going out" Magnus finally said getting up and headed for the front door.

"Magnus, don't do it. I know what you're thinking and it's a mistake." Woolsey called after him. Magnus shut his eyes and rubbed his temples his mind aching with mixed emotions.

"You can see yourself out when you want." He said grabbing his jacket from the rack and stepped outside. He needed to clear his thoughts; he needed fresh air; he needed a distraction. Magnus drove around the now lighter traffic of New York not knowing where he was going but he just needed to think. Nothing made sense anymore and he didn't know what he was supposed to do. Magnus found himself driving up to a liquor store and he bought himself a flask of bourbon and he sat in his car taking a large mouthful of the drink. He choked as the liquid burned down his throat. He felt stupid and silly and he dropped his head against the steering wheel with a groan. He contemplated whether he would stay in the parking lot and sleep in his car like a drunken bum or go back home. He decided on neither and started the car driving to a place he last expected himself to go.

Camille's condo and he parked his car and stepped outside. Without thinking he approached Camille's door and knocked once was about to knock again when Archer opened the door.

"Mr. Bane," He spoke with surprise. "I didn't know Miss. Belcourt was expecting you."

"She wasn't. May I come in?"

"Of course. Miss. Belcourt is in her study." Magnus stepped in and Archer took his coat and scarf and hung it on the rack. Magnus made his way to the left of the room and the door was adjacent. There was a faint glow flickering from the bottom of the door and he peeked inside and saw Camille standing beside the fire mantel with a glass of wine held in her hand. She was dressed in a white satin robe and her golden hair was damp, falling over shoulders from a recent shower. She turned when she heard the door creek open.

"Magnus" she said genuinely surprised. "What are you doing here?" Magnus stepped inside and gazed at Camille. She was very beautiful and captivating with her slender figure, angular jaw line, and her green eyes dark and composed and in a way, it had lured in Magnus. Without a word he closed the distance between them and gently planted a kiss on her lips. She pulled back slightly and looked up at him.

"Are you drunk?" She asked with amusement.

"I hope to god so." He breathed and pressed the palm of his hand against her back pushing her closer to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and ran her hand through his hair. He buried his face in her hair taking the scent and trying to forget the smell of Alec. It felt weird though, almost alien when Magnus touched Camille because she was much smaller and delicate. But he kissed her anyway. His kisses became fierce and eager and she pulled away gasping.

"Maybe… We should take this elsewhere." She said in between each breath.

"Perhaps, that is best." he hissed and kissed her again. Camille wrapped her legs around Magnus's waist and he carried her to her bedroom. The lights were turned down and the room was dark except for the candles that were placed around the room. She had a queen size bed with soft purple sheets that were already pulled down. He carried her to the bed and set her down her legs still wrapped around him. Magnus kissed her with fierceness and intensity pulling in her lower lip between his teeth. She moaned at the act and her slick slender fingers began working at the buttons of his shirt wanting it off. Magnus pulled away and helped her tear off his shirt and he tossed it aside. Camille gazed at Magnus' body and licked her lower lip in hunger. Her hands darted out and she outlined his muscles feeling blessed that she could feel him under her skin again. Magnus stepped in between her legs and began to pull down her robe off her shoulder and kissed her fair white skin. Unable to contain his control Magnus pushed her down onto the bed and straddled her hip. Her glossy hair fanned out around her and he took a strand between his fingers and brought it to his lip.

"Kiss me" She whispered her hand reaching out to wrap around his neck. Magnus bent down and captured her lips in his and ran a hand around her neck. Camille brought her leg up and gracefully rubbed against his thigh and he moaned in pleasure. He trailed his kisses below her lip and down to her jaw line. Camille threw her head back allowing better access to her body. His kisses drew lower down to her collar bone and she shivered, goose bumps trickling down her body. He was about to nip at her breast but she rolled over and pinned Magnus below him and he blinked in surprise. Her blond hair tumbled over her shoulders and onto his face like a closing curtains. Her bright green eyes shown in the dark and she stared down at him with longing and control. He'd almost forgotten the ecstasy and exertion they had shared in bed. A smile crept at the corner of his lips and he allowed her to take charge. Her soft pink lips brushed over his neck and her hands traced over his bare chest and she made little taunting circles around his hard nipples. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back and she slithered down claiming his body, changing it, igniting old sparks in his chest. With Camille, it was like slowly descending, drowning in the depths of the ocean. He felt like a sailor being taken down, his breath constantly being snatched away by a beautiful siren. In his mind, as he descended down, the image of Alec rippled above the sea and Magnus opened his eyes trying to cling onto reality. His eyes wandered around the room and trailed down, past her figure, and he could make out a draping object on the back of her chair. He tilted his head to the side recognizing the detail of the thin fabric and its color. His eyes widened in shock and he pushed Camille off him as he sat up.

"What's wrong?" She breathed. Instead of answering, he crawled out from under her and stride towards the clothing. "Magnus?" She called with a hint of irritation in her voice. He ignored her and took the material in his hand. It was a scarf. The scarf he gave to Alec. He slowly turned toward her and looked at her with distant confused eyes.

"Camille, what is this?" he said presenting her the scarf. She sighed and pushed back the hairs that began to fall over her face.

"You know what it is, I don't need to clarify." She said bitterly not looking at him in the eye.

"Okay, then what the hell is it doing here? Was Alec here? Did you tell him something that made him leave?" He asked walking up to her. When she didn't say anything Magnus snapped. "Answer me Camille." She cut him a look of anger with her green eyes.

"I did it for you Magnus. I won't deny anything, but I did it for you." Magnus shook his head in frustration and took a step away from her as she were poison. He went over to where his shirt lay and thrust his arms through and began buttoning his shirt concealing himself away from her.

"What exactly did you do for me? Make my life miserable?" He asked sarcastically raising his eyebrows.

"No! Alex- Alec was hurting and you know it. He was never really open with you. I saw the way he was around you; he was distant, closed as if he was ashamed to be with you. And your father, he would have tormented him; mocked him till he broke and I knew you would have gotten hurt too!" Camille said pulling up her robe knowing well that the night was over. Magnus gave a harsh laugh.

"Alexander is not broken, he is stronger than that. No, you did this for yourself!" Camille drew in a sharp breath and coiled inwardly. "Admit it; you've hated him since I met him. You've tried to separate us by manipulating him and making him question his own judgment." Camille's chest rose then dropped dramatically and she glared up at him not because he was accusing her but because he was right.

"My actions were nothing compared to what your father did to him." She finally said.

"How low of you to compare yourself to my father. What you both did was beyond measureable." Magnus said icily. "I don't even know why I came here." He said placing a hand over his temple as his head began to throb from the alcohol.

"Because you still love me." Camille said automatically. Magnus snapped his head up and looked at her for a long time.

"No, not anymore. Not after what you did." He finally said and turned away walking out of her bedroom.

"Magnus-" She started going after him when suddenly he whirled and she skidded to a halt.

"It's over Camille. We're done." He said dropping his voice low that had she not been close to him, she would have missed it. He gave her one last look before storming out of her house, scarf in hand.

Magnus heavily walked to the front door of his house and stepped inside. He felt trapped and the world was caving in on him slowly; one heavy rock at a time until he would be completely buried. As he made his way to the living room, he saw that Woolsey had not left his post.

"What are you still doing here?"

"I figured you'd come back eventually." A weak smile spread across Magnus's face glad he had a friend who would stand beside him. "So," Woolsey said standing from the couch. "Have you decided what you wanted to do?" Magnus looked down at the scarf that was wrapped around his hand. He brought it up to his nose and sniffed and he could still make out the faint smell Alec.

"I have an idea, but I'm going to need your help." He finally said.

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