Author's note:

Hello again and welcome to a new chapter.

So, lot's of Clace in that last chapter right? So that would mean lot's of Clace in this chapter, right?

Side note: My friend has a book that she has start posting on some writing sites and on Tumblr. It is a paranormal romance story, if you are interested in reading it please message me and I will give you the link. It is posted on Figment, Wattpad, Authonomy and Tumblr.

Back to the Clace content in this chapter...

I apologise in advance.

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Clary woke up, her back pressed against something warm and she was held against it. Opening her eyes, she remembered last night and, in turn, remembered where she was.

With Jace. In his bed.

Clary was snuggled against him, his arm around her waist, holding her close to him. She revelled in the feeling. Being in Jace's arms was something she had wanted for so long and now that she was here, it was better than anything she could have imagined.

Last night had been amazing; her fantasies didn't do Jace justice.

Heknew how to please her, how to have her screaming and writhing beneath him, if she had known that he could make her feel like that sooner she may have shoved her propriety away and done him at work.

Clary moved slightly and sighed.

She would have to get up, she promised to meet Luke and she had no idea what time it was. She moved Jace's arm from her and began to move off the bed when he reached out, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her back down to him. Clary rolled over so that she was on her side, facing Jace. His eyes were open and filled with light.

There was something very intimate about this moment, they were looking into one another's eyes, Jace's hand on her hip and they were both nude. Clary found herself not caring about the nude part and Jace didn't seem to notice.

"Jace, I have to get ready." She said in a feeble tone. She didn't want to get up, she wanted to stay in Jace's embrace all day, not eating, not moving, not doing anything that involved him not touching her.

Jace gripped her hip harder, moving closer to her that their noses touched, only slightly, but it was still enough to make Clary shiver in delight.

"No you don't." Jace said, rubbing her nose with his in an Eskimo kiss.

Clary grinned and then sighed in defeat, Jace looked at her expression and sighed a sigh of his own, this one is disappointment.

"Okay, I'm letting you go now." He moved his hand from her but did not move any further away from her. Clary shook her head and sat up, letting the blanket fall to her waist, her breasts exposed as she looked on the floor for her clothes. Finding them she gathered them in a pile on the bed and dressed, Jace watching her the entire time.

"I'm going to shower, see you downstairs?" She leaned down and kissed him on the lips and moved off the bed. She left his room and could feel him staring at her the entire time.

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Dressed and ready Clary descended the stairs, feeling giddier than she had ever felt in her life. She went to the kitchen and picked up and apple out of the fruit bowl, setting her coat and bag down, she took a seat at the breakfast bar. Isabelle stood there, watching her with amusement.

"Who have you dressed up for?" She asked smiling at Clary's attire.

Clary looked down at herself. She didn't look too dressed up, did she? She wore a simple dress, the top half a peachy pink colour and the bottom black, it tightened at her waist. Her shoes were plain black heels. She had done her hair in a simple bun and had minimal make up on.

"No one." She replied warily. Isabelle smirked at her, a knowing glint in her deep brown eyes.

"Oh don't give me that bull, I heard you two," she paused and thought for a moment, reconsidering her words. "No, all of us did, Luke left when it started, Alec and Magnus soon after and Simon and I had to stay a little longer to get some things. Seriously, I think the whole of New York heard you two."

Blood rushed to Clary's face as she imagined all of these people listening to her, moaning Jace's name. Clary put her head in her hands, shaking it. She was mortified; people had heard her having sex, with Jace no less. Ugh. Why hadn't she been quieter?

Because Jace doesn't know how to sedate his power in bed.

"Izzy, I'm sorry—"

Isabelle waved her hand. "Oh please, you aren't the first person I have heard Jace with." Clary didn't know if Isabelle was trying to make her feel better but it didn't work. Jealousy coursed through Clary at the thought of other women with Jace. Even though she had seen and heard it, she didn't want to think of it. What she and Jace had shared was special, different to all of those other women; she knew it was because she cared about him, far more than she should.

She was about to ask Isabelle what she made of all this when Jace sauntered in, freshly showered and dressed in a crisp designer suit. He walked over to the fridge, not acknowledging Clary or Isabelle and poured himself a glass of Orange juice. The two girls watched him, waiting for him to say something. Anything.

Jace looked at them, lowering his glass. "Morning Ladies." He said in a neutral tone. Clary felt a pang in her chest. He wouldn't even look at her.

Isabelle looked between Jace and Clary confused. Clary ducked her head down, picking at her apple, no longer hungry for it. Jace was avoiding looking at her, but when he did, his eyes skimmed right over her. Was he doing this because Isabelle was here? Did he not want her to know?

Well, he probably should have thought about that before giving her the best sex she had ever known.

"So," Isabelle spoke into the silence. "What's on the agenda for you two today?" Clary pretended not to hear what she mumbled next. Jace didn't though.

"What was that?" He asked. She looked at him, her face the picture of innocence.

"What are you surprised that I heard you and Clary going at it like sex crazed rabbits?" Clary tried to fight a blush, it was a losing battle. "You weren't exactly discreet."

"Isabelle," Jace began. He had gone rigid and he looked...angry. "Shut up."

He said is coldly, crisply. Isabelle looked at him in shock and Clary sat there, wondering what was going on. Only an hour ago Jace didn't want her leaving his bed and now it seemed as if he wanted nothing to do with her.

"What has gotten into you?" Isabelle asked. "Simon told me all about your little talk, I know exactly what you told him, you told him that you—" Jace slammed his fist on the bench top, causing Clary to jump.

"Whatever he told you, was a lie."

"But I thought..."

"Well, you thought wrong didn't you?"

Clary fidgeted uncomfortably. Isabelle glared at Jace and Jace turned his gaze away, studiously studying the marble top of the kitchen counter.

"I should go." Clary said in a small voice, retrieving her bag and coat from the seat next to her. She didn't look at either one of them as she made her way to the door, just as she was about to open it, to exit the uncomfortableness of the kitchen, someone opened it from the other side and Clary nearly banged right into them. She looked up, into the conceiting eyes of Kaelie. Clary hardened her features and stepped aside with a cold smile, letting Kaelie into the kitchen.

Kaelie sneered at Clary and then turned to Jace and Isabelle. Isabelle looked annoyed and directed it at Kaelie. Jace smiled a lazy relaxed grin. Clary felt another pang in her chest. He hadn't smiled at her like that this morning, after what they had shared, he had barely looked at her.

"Ready?" Kaelie asked Jace, inspecting her nails. Isabelle scoffed and Kaelie looked up at her. "What?" She snapped.

"Oh nothing," Isabelle said casually, raking Kaelie with a frosty glare as she made her way over to the door. "Just didn't realise we were done talking about Jace and Clary's night of fucking." Isabelle emphasised the word as she reached the door. Clary stared at her in shock. "Oh well," turning to Clary she grinned. "Have fun, but not too much, I don't really want to come back here and hear you and Jace moaning. In fact," She added, looking back at Kaelie. "He seemed to enjoy it more than he had with you dear, perhaps you should remember that before trying to sleep with him again. I can smell your desperation and it is depressing." With a cheery wave Isabelle left.

Clary stood frozen to her spot. Jace had his fists clenched at his sides and Kaelie looked murderous. She turned to Jace and screeched.

"What the f—"

Jace cut her off with a look at Clary. It was the first time he had actually looked at her since coming into the kitchen. He looked concerned for a moment and then masked it, his face blank of all emotion. Kaelie swivelled and looked at Clary as if she wanted to strangle her. She walked up to her and shoved Clary against the wall. Jace moved a move as if to intervene when Kaelie spoke.

"I always know you were a little slut, acting all innocent, as if you didn't want to fuck him. Well I've got news for you, Clary," She sneered the name. "You stay the hell away from him, you got that?"

Clary's gaze hardened and she pushed back, Kaelie stumbled in her surprise.

Clary stood toe to toe with her and through her peripheral vision, saw Jace come to stand next to her, his hand on her arm, trying to pull her away.

"Touch me again and I will make you regret it." She promised Kaelie. She let Jace pull her out of the room; he grabbed her bag and coat as they went from where she had dropped them on the floor.

Jace walked into the adjoined living room and pulled Clary to him, her nose nearly touching his chest. She looked up at him and noticed, with much trepidation, that he had yet to let go of her arm.

"What," he bit out. "Was that?"

"Well not to sound childish but she started it." Clary looked into his eyes, trying to find some emotion and came away empty. "What is your problem anyway? You seemed to change so fast, do you have your period or something?" Jace let a small smile slip before composing himself.

"What did you expect? Flowers? Chocolate? Love poems? Clary, I'm not that guy. Don't romanticize me, that is not who I am. What we did..." Jace breathed in, as if calming himself. "Was fun. That's all it was. You said so yourself you just wanted to forget so I helped you. I'm sorry if you read something into it that was not my intention."

Clary felt the tears in her eyes and looked at her arm; Jace's fingers were around it, gentle.

"Let go of me." She said her voice soft. Jace let go.

"Clary—" She cut him off. She didn't want to listen to him.

"My name is Clarissa, Clary is reserved to those who actually feel something and you obviously don't." Jace flinched slightly and she saw regret flash in his golden gaze, but as fast as it was there is was gone again. "I think we should set up some boundaries, at least until I find my own place, maybe I'll stay with Luke tonight, I don't know. All I know is that you, Jace Wayland, you are the worst man I have ever met and I hope that soon you are out of my life and I never have to see you again."

"Clary—"

She didn't let him speak; she walked out, towards the door and out of the house. She couldn't look at him, not now nor ever again. Yesterday had been a perfect day. She had shared so many looks and touches with Jace and he had spat on her.

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The door shut with a resounding bang and Jace stood there for a moment longer, hoping to see her red hair appear again.

No such luck.

He turned to go back into the kitchen and listen to Kaelie's bitching when he heard clapping. Turning to his side he saw Isabelle appear from the next room, walking up to him, clapping in a slow applause that was meant as mockery.

"Congratulations Jace," Isabelle said, coming to a stop in front of him. "You did it."

"I did what?"

"You made the only girl that could possibly like you maybe even love you, hate you. I hope you're happy with yourself."

"Clary doesn't love me."

"Not yet, but she was starting to fall and you pushed her away. What were you thinking? Pushing away the only girl to care for you, because of who you are not because of what you are. A girl that you yourself are falling for."

"Izzy—"

"Do not give me the same crap you gave Simon. You do deserve happiness, why would you think you didn't?"

"Because I am an ass." Isabelle snorted and nodded in agreement. "I have used too many women to deserve one like Clary."

"So you tell her that you used her, just like those other women? You treat her like she is one of them? That's just stupid! Do you think you are the only man to have slept around? You aren't! Many of those men slept around and then found the one and knew they had to stop. Did they feel guilty? Possibly. You know how they made amends?"

"Isabelle I don't—"

"By treating the woman they loved with respect! Treating her the way they should have treated those other women!"

"Isabelle please stop! You don't think I know! You don't think I don't think about the way I treated them compared to how I treat Clary!"

"Obviously not, because you just treated her like one of them."

"Izzy, I have never felt this way about anyone before and everytime I think of Clary—"

"You think of how much you hurt those other women?"

"No, that's just it. Whenever I think of Clary, I think of her, only her. That's what bothers me. That I can forget of all the women I have hurt." Isabelle's expression softened and she walked up, hugging Jace close to her for a moment before pulling back again and looking into his eyes, smiling.

"Welcome to love Jace."

"Is that what this is? Do I love Clary?"

Did I?

"If you have to ask, then no, you don't love Clary, but are you falling in love with Clary?"

"I don't know."

"Yes you do. Imagine if you will, Clary packing a suitcase and walking out of that door forever. Imagine her and Sebastian as a couple. Imagine her flashing an engagement ring. Imagine her walking up the aisle and you sit there, wondering if you would be meeting her at the altar if you had just spoke up."

Jace imagined and he felt a pang everytime he thought of Clary with any other man but him. Isabelle looked at him meaningfully and Jace struggled for words.

"Go."

"Isabelle I can't—"

"Go before she hates you forever, I'll deal with her," she gestured at the kitchen where Kaelie was no doubt eavesdropping.

Jace looked at Isabelle and took in everything she had said. Could he really deserve Clary?

Isabelle was about to speak when Jace gave her a hug, squeezing her as hard as he could. Letting her go he smiled, a genuine smile of happiness, one he hadn't smiled since before Clary came into his life and after his father died. Isabelle was speechless.

"Thank you."

Jace ran out of the door and, instead of waiting for a drive, he got the keys from the security box and got in the car himself. Starting the engine, he peeled out of the garage and down the drive, wondering where he should begin his search for Clary.

Maybe I'll stay with Luke tonight...

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"I almost thought you wouldn't make it." Luke said, answering the door to Clary. She blushed and walked inside, sitting on the two seater sofa in the living room.

"Do you want anything to eat or drink?" He asked and she shook her head. He studied her, he could tell she was frazzled, but he said nothing. Clary appreciated it, she is in no mood to talk about Jace, she never wanted to speak about him again.

"Luke," She began. "I just wanted you to know that I really appreciate everything you are doing for me and I wish things had been different; I wish I had grown up with you." He didn't say anything, Clary looked at him. He wasn't moving and it looked as though he was trying not to cry. "I wish that you were my father, biological or not, and I was wondering if—"

Luke grabbed her arm, his blue eyes wide in fright. Is grip was painful, his knuckles white.

"Luke?" She tried to get a focus on him, tried to get him to speak. He fell to the floor, his eyelids fluttering.

"Oh my god." Clary acted. She got up and ran to the phone dialling as fast as she could; crouching down next to Luke she took his hand.

"911 what is your emergency?"

"Yes, help, I, I need an ambulance, now, urgently he, please, I..." Clary was frantic; she felt the tears she refused to spill back at Wayland Manor break free, streaming down her face.

"Miss, you have to tell me what has happened."

"I don't know, he was fine and then he—you have to help him I don't know what to do—please he needs an ambulance—I—" Clary stopped and breathed in a shaky breath, trying to calm her thoughts so that she could reiterate what she knew had happened. "Help, he is having a heart attack."

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