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I really am trying to update as much as possible this and Bond of Death, it proves to be difficult when you have so much work during the weeks that you just pass out when you get home.

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To say dinner was awkward was the understatement of the century. The air was thick with tension, anger coming from Jace and seeping into Clary's pores. Clary didn't look up once and Isabelle strained to make conversation, she didn't know why there was so much tension, Simon had not informed her, he just answered her attempts at conversation while Jace stared angrily at the red headed girl, as she ignored his blazing gold eyes.

"So, anyway Maia knocked down the whole display, really I was surprised she didn't break the table. That girl is so clumsy." Isabelle laughed and Clary could tell it was forced, she wondered, not for the first time that evening, where Kaelie was, did she not eat?

"So Isabelle you never did tell me," Clary began, speaking for the first time and keeping her eyes pinned on Isabelle and not golden haired asshole. "What exactly you do for a living?"

"Oh," Isabelle began, seeming keen to speak and not look at Jace herself. "Well I am a fashion designer and I have my own line and store called, Iz, I know it's not that great a name but I get a lot of famous clients, entrepreneurs, upper east sider's, a lot of different people and it is so great." She grinned and Clary grinned too, seeing her eyes light up like this, Clary could tell that Isabelle loved her work.

"Wow that sounds amazing." She nodded and Clary began picking at her food again. She had no appetite, seeing Jace so angry had bothered her more than she was willing to admit, she hadn't known why she thought that he would treat her so kindly after all that Isabelle had told her, but now she knew that to him, she wasn't anything special.

"Clarissa," Jace spoke up, Simon and Isabelle tensed. "Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?" Clary went rigid and dropped her fork, it made a distinctive note of finality as it hit the fine china plate.

"How," she took in a deep breath and looked into those blazing molten gold eyes, not in the least afraid. "How dare you?"

"How dare I? How dare you! You disregarded a direct order from me, on your first day at your first job! Nothing gives you the right!" Clary stood, her chair falling back.

"You just asked me if my Mother had ever taught me life lessons when you know damn well I have no mother! Nothing gives you the right!" Clary stormed off, blinking away tears, she would not, in anyway, cry.

She ran up the stairs and went to her room, slamming the door behind her and leaning against it, sliding down the length of it, hugging her knees to her chest, wishing that for once, someone would show her kindness and never take it back.

Who was she kidding?

She looked around her room until she found was she was looking for, placing it on the bed and stuffing things inside it.

Stupid pretty boy doesn't know anything about me; he is going to regret the day he brought me here.

Jace took a deep calming breath. How could he have been so stupid? He knew that Clary came from an orphanage and had obviously never been adopted, why did he have to say that?

He knew why, he wanted to hurt Clary, like he had never wanted to hurt anyone in his life, and he was using words to do it, for in the end, words stung more than anything, no matter what other people say, eventually they eat at you until they are all you can hear in your head.

"Jace," Isabelle seethed. "What was that about?"

Isabelle has this thing she does, where she doesn't get angry and blow up, but she speaks in heavy breaths and clenches her fists, but her tone is low and menacing, Jace calls it the aftermath, it is what Izzy normally does after a huge fight.

"That was about Clarissa not following orders; she is an employee of mine and as such, must take direction from me." Jace spoke non-chalantly but inside he was wrestling with himself and what he had just done.

I should apologize. No I shouldn't it is her own fault. I'm an asshole, I should talk to her. She is just a stubborn mule of a woman.

"So that was grounds to bring up the family that she never knew? Never had?" Isabelle's voice raised a little, but she was still in aftermath mode.

Jace said nothing, he just gave Isabelle a look that told her to be quiet and he got up from his seat and walked out into the hall, staring at the stairs, still trying to decide what to do.

Go talk to her. No, go to your room where you know Kaelie is waiting for you. Making amends with Clary is more important than sex. Nothing is more important than sex. Clary is. No she isn't. Yes she is! How would you know, you barely know her?

Jace blinked at the thought, it was true, he barely knew Clary but he had a feeling that if he did not make amends with her he would regret it, forever.

Decision made he ascended that stairs, heading in the direction of Clary's room, he bumped into her, she was holding a duffle bag.

"Going somewhere?" He asked coyly, looking her up and down.

Clary was dressed in what Jace knew were running away clothes. She wore dark blue skinny jeans with a I love NY t-shirt with black ankle length converse on her feet. Jace repressed a sigh.

"Yes, in fact I am." She raised her chin, going for defiance.

"May I ask where?"

"Just because you ask," Clary stepped forward; she now stood less than a foot away from him, Jace felt oddly flustered. "Does not mean you get a response." She began to walk away when Jace grabbed her wrist pulling her back.

"What do you think you are doing?" Clary asked through gritted teeth.

Jace had to admire that a life in an orphanage and on the streets did not stop Clary from learning, she was brilliantly smart. Jace wondered where she had learned all these words and eloquence from, but thought it best not to ask.

"Walking around my house, what are you doing?" He enquired of her, trying not to show that the fact that she was holding a bag and looking to be leaving was causing him to panic, he did not know why, but it was happening.

"Leaving your house," she tried to push past him but he would not let her go, he didn't want too.

"Look Clary, I'm really sorry." Something in his voice must have sounded sincere, she stopped moving and looked straight at him, assessing. "I didn't mean to say what I did and I didn't mean to lose my temper, it's just you have to be prepared for stuff like this happening, whether you want it to or not, you have to follow my orders and you will need to fire people sometimes. Can you handle that?"

She stared at him for what felt like forever and finally, almost reluctantly, she nodded.

"Good, now go put this stuff back and I will see you in the morning."

Without another word Clary spun back on her heel and slammed the door to her room.

Well, she is obviously still mad.

Jace retreated to his room, shutting it and gazing at the figure on his bed, she was seductively trailing her fingertips up her thigh.

"You kept me waiting long enough." She purred and Jace came over, stripping off his shirt.

"My apologies," He crawled up the bed, up the entire length of her and kissed her slow and seductively.

"That's better."

Jace forgot about Clary, forgot about the way he felt thinking that she was leaving, Kaelie held his full attention now, and he planned on keeping it that way getting lost in her body for the rest of the night.

Clary tossed and turned and groaned. She could not, for the life of her, get back to sleep. She had woken from a dream, a confusing dream, pictures and swirling colours. She didn't like it and now she couldn't sleep because of it.

She gave up, sitting up and slipping her shoes into her slippers. She thought that perhaps Jace was still up and could go talk to him; maybe he would have some sleeping pills or something.

Clary assessed herself in the floor length mirror. She was wearing a pink tank pyjama short and some chequered shorts with pink slippers, her hair was up and she fixed it so it looked neat. She thought about applying some make up or maybe changing into one of the Victoria Secret teddies in the cupboard and—

What the hell is wrong with me?

Clary back away from the mirror, since when did she primp herself for a man, the thought was laughable, if a man could not handle her dishevelled he could not handle her dressed up.

Then again, Clary had never got dressed up for a guy before; she had never been on a date, she had kissed men and she was not a virgin, but it had never been special, it never meant anything other than getting her off of the streets for a while or getting her somewhere, it was never because she cared for a—

Did she care for Jace?

She barely knew him, she just felt for him because he was so kind, that was all, she had no romantic interest in him and it wasn't as if he would ever want anything to do with her, she was a nobody and he was a billionaire somebody.

Still, she needed to sleep and Jace was the only person here that could possibly help her, with that thought she walked out of the room and along the corridor to Jace's room.

As she got closer, she thought she heard a giggle, of course that was ridiculous, Jace did not giggle. She crept up to the door and twisted the handle as quietly as she could, pushing the door open a crack so that she could see inside. What she saw nearly caused her to scream.

Locked in a passionate embrace on the giant four poster bed, were Jace and Kaelie. Clary clamped a hand over her mouth, to stop from screaming, yelling or throwing up, she did not know.

She could not move, she seemed to be frozen there and she could not help but see what was happening in front of her.

Clary stared, her mouth flopped open as she watched the passionate embrace before her, she was frozen, she knew she should run, but she simply couldn't. Neither of them could see her, the door was tucked behind a rather large bookcase, obscuring their view but not her's.

"Oh that feels so good." She heard Kaelie purr. She watch his lips travel up her thighs, to her core, up her stomach and breasts, up her arms and neck and then finally crashing onto her lips, she watched as Kaelie began to unbutton Jace's pants and watched as she pulled them down. Now they were both clad in only their underwear. Jace moved his hands to her back and Clary saw, just in time, the clasp of Kaelie's bra come off.

Clary ran before she saw anymore, she could not take it. She ran to her room, trying to hold back sobs and she slammed the door, wondering if that would interrupt them and hoping it did.

Clary seethed, she had no idea why she had had that reaction.

What was this feeling brewing insider her? It was not anger nor was it rage; it was something else, something that ran much deeper. Clary realised her mistake, she had been foolish enough to think that perhaps Jace would take her on a date, he had shown her kindness, why would he not take her out.

You fucking idiot Clarissa!

She slid down the length of the door, feeling tears prickle in her eyes but she pushed them back, he was not worth her tears, the only man that would be worth her tears was the one she loved, and he would not make her cry.

She was shaking; she hated this feeling, the feeling of vulnerability, the feeling of being hurt, especially by him.

Clary shook it off and stood.

Jace was a player, Isabelle and told her, he was a man-whore and Clary should not be having feelings for a man like that. No, he was no man, he was still a child, and idiot, insolent child and Clary had no time for him.

She abolished any feelings she had for Jace that was not friendship or work related and promised herself to never feel anything towards someone like him again.

Most of all she promised her heart that the man she gave it to would not break it, like she knew Jace would.

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