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Well, I assume you are all dying to know what Luke is doing there; well I am going to tell you...

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"Where is she?" Sebastian seethed. He claimed that Clary had gone missing as soon as she stopped dancing with Jace, as if he were responsible for hiding her. Jace was just annoyed, his expression and tone said as much.

"I don't know, maybe she didn't like you, maybe she found something better." Jace was quite irritable, Simon noticed, since he stopped dancing with Clary, he wondered what it was about the little red head that got him so wound up. Sure, she was pretty, though Simon certainly didn't think of her that way; Isabelle was the only woman he wanted.

Thinking of her made his eyes unconsciously drift to his fiancé, she was undeniably beautiful. Whenever Simon took her to work events, Isabelle always wore the best dress from her collection, trying to prove how talented she was with all the big investors, Simon had once worried that she was using him for his connections and money, when he brought it up; he earned a stiletto to the head and a night on the couch.

He stopped mentioning it after that.

Looking at her now, Simon knew that she spared no expense in making this dress, though there were no investors here; she was still showing off her talents. The dress she wore was from her original formalwear collection was made of silk and was not too revealing or short, it was a deep red and came to her knee's. Simon smiled inwardly as he watched his fiancé work the room. She was so beautiful and elegant; he didn't know why she was with him.

But he didn't care; he knew she wasn't using him for money and that she loved him for who he was, as he loved her for her not how hot she was.

Isabelle made her way over to him, he smile radiant.

"Oh Si," She sighed adjusting his neck tie. "What am I ever going to do with you when my fashion show comes around; I am a designer who can't even get her fiancé to keep his tie straight." She poked his nose and crinkled hers.

"I will wear a clip on." He replied confidently, seeing her look of horror, he laughed. "You have to stop worrying; the last thing they will be looking at is me. Not with you in the room."

"How do you always know what to say?"

"You leave your romance books lying around and your 'Men are from mars, women are from Venus' type books." She glared at him.

"I do not own any of those books, I read fashion magazines!" She protested.

"Silly me, they must have been mine." Isabelle shook her head.

"No, those were mine from our last margarita night."

Magnus Bane appeared before him, wearing a bright lime green suit and his black hair in spikes with glitter through it, his nails, Simon noted, were also sparkling.

Alec Lightwood, Isabelle's brother, also materialised, looking shocked at Magnus's confession. The two had been together for a few years now and owned their own law firm; Alec was the lawyer that was specifically assigned to Wayland Corp.

All of them, Jace, Simon, Izzy, Alec and Magnus had known each other for years, they had gone through a lot together and Simon was glad that they were all still so close, they had all found love, a part from Jace, although he was sure that would be changing soon.

Simon looked over at the blonde boy, who was downing another glass of scotch and scanning the crowd, no doubt looking for the little red head that so captivated.

Simon wondered if anyone else noticed it, noticed the way Jace looked at Clary, noticed how different he was around her, the way he had yelled at her that night seemed out of the ordinary, Jace rarely yelled and when he did, he did only to those he cared about. Simon was about to voice his assumption to the group when Jace straightened, his attention focused on something at the back of the club, his posture rigid.

Clary had appeared with some older guy, he was telling her something, but Simon could see from her expression that she was shocked. He wondered what this man was telling her and wondered if he should intervene, but that was ridiculous, Clary could take care of herself, he was sure of it.

But that was not what had made Jace go stiff and his expression go dark, no. Just as Clary was walking towards them, Sebastian appeared, grabbing her around the waist and then crushing his lips to her.

So Simon was right, Jace did care about Clary, but it seemed as if she were either oblivious or she didn't feel the same way.

Clary was in a daze. She couldn't register anything. Luke Garroway had known her parents, her parents, the one's that had abandoned her, left her, but all of that wasn't true, she knew now, why she had been left at an orphanage, she knew.

She just couldn't understand nor grasp it.

Clary walked back into the open and Luke caught up with her, whispering something only she could hear, it made her go still, her face registering shock.

What was that supposed to mean?

Clary looked up and saw Jace still sitting at the bar, perhaps she could confide in him, he was staring at her, obviously he had been looking for her, but then she remembered, moments before Luke had pulled her away she had had an ultimatum to not involve Jace in her life, to move on and away from him. She was going to give Sebastian a real chance, he obviously liked her. Clary shifted her gaze and saw Simon, his brown eyes focused on her as if he were studying an interesting painting.

Clary didn't know Simon all that well, but she could tell, just from studying him, that it was possible to confide in him, but Isabelle seemed very protective over him and Clary felt that if she were to go over to him, pull him aside and tell him such a thing, Isabelle would stab her with a stiletto, grab Simon's junk and declare it as her's.

Clary was contemplating all of this, thinking that it would be easier if she just kept it to herself when strong hands grabbed her waist and soft lips were pressed hard against her's. Clary was shocked at first, her eyes adjusting and then seeing it was Sebastian.

Though she had thought, only moments before, that she was going to give him a fair chance, the abruptness of this was just too much, and so Clary playful swatted his chest and pulled back. Sebastian grinned down at her.

"Sorry, I have just been waiting to do that all night and then I lost you, I thought he had left." He grinned sheepishly and Clary's anger fizzled.

How can I stay mad at someone like this?

Clary thought this while looking into Sebastian's dark eyes and that's when she realised. She felt nothing for this boy.

Clary had been imagining that Sebastian was Jace, why, she didn't know, she had known Jace for little under two months now and he had always had a blasé attitude when it came to her and maybe that was why she was so attracted to him, because he was such an ass.

She internally groaned.

Here, standing before her was a well adjusted nice, handsome guy who was interested in her and all she could think about was that damn Jace Wayland, with his panty wetting smile and the way he could just give you are particular look and have you screaming his name in an orgasmic cloud of ecstasy, Clary wondered how his skin would feel against hers, his naked flesh press down on her, his hardness, the perfect size, at her opening as his tongue—

Whoa.

Clary felt her cheeks flame and Sebastian smiled, seeming to think it had something to do with what he was saying to her rather than what their boss was doing to her in fantasy land.

"Look Sebastian," She cut off whatever he was blabbering about and got right to it. "I really like you, I think you're so sweet, but I'm not ready for a relationship right now, maybe in the future, but for now I'm just trying to sort out my life, is that okay?" Why was she asking him if it was okay for her to make her own choices? Clary didn't know, but she didn't want to break his heart.

All he did was nod and walk off into the crowd. Clary blew out a sigh and looked to where she had seen Simon and saw him in a group, Jace was there too, openly staring at her. Clary figured she may aswell tell him, he had connections and he knew the person she had to see.

Clary was walking over to them when a pair of blue eyes stopped her, right near the entrance to the club. She remembered how those eyes had looked as they told her something she would rather not have known.

"I knew your parents Clarissa—"

"Clary." She cut him off again; seriously how hard was it to get a name right?

"Clary. I knew them, I was best friends with your mother, she would never have done this to you Clary."

"Oh yeah, then why did she?"

"She didn't Clarissa."

Clary didn't bother correcting her name. She was so angry. Who did this man think he was telling her all of these lies? She just wanted to hit him.

"Then where is she?" She seethed.

"Clarissa—"

"Why didn't she come and find me?"

"Because, she's dead."

Clary reached the group and they looked up at her approach.

"Oh look, it's our own little pixie." Clary blinked at Magnus.

Pixie?

"Hey Clary, who was that?" Simon asked pointing in the direction Clary had just come from talking to Luke.

"Oh," This was it; she could tell them or do this alone. "He thought I was someone else." She smiled as normally as she could but it was obviously forced and strained.

"Clary—" Jace began but she waved his protests off.

"I don't want to talk about it."

Luke hadn't just told her that her mother was dead and that she would have never abandoned Clary, no, he had come back after she began to leave and whispered something that, until this moment she hadn't realised, made her insides cold.

Something about her father.

"The answer is at Morgenstern Corp."

Author's note:

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