Disclaimer: The Mortal Instruments is owned by Cassandra Clare. I don't own anything except for the plot of The Falling Star. I'm just having fun and messing around with the characters.

Previously on The Falling Star:

"Well well. Look who we have here." The boy dropped his hands from her shoulders. "I don't think I've introduced myself, little girl. I'm Jace," he paused and Clary felt her heart stop. "Jace Wayland."

Chapter 3

Clary stared at the beautiful blond-haired boy with her mouth agape for several long seconds before she felt her heart restart, and it proceeded to slam painfully against her ribs. Wayland. His name is Wayland, not Herondale, she told herself. How can it be Herondale anyway? My Jace Herondale has been buried six feet under for almost twelve years now.

Her eyes slid involuntarily up to his hair, windblown, and just a shade or two darker than her Jace's, down to his eyes, which were a pale gold, twinkling and full of mirth, down his perfectly sculptured face and angular cheekbones, and down to his full lips, one side lifted slightly higher than the other in a little smirk.

The boy, Jace, smirked at her expression. "Like what you see, little girl?"

Clary blinked twice, dragging her forest green eyes back up to meet his as her brain worked double time to make sense of his words. She snapped out of it quickly and took a step back, a blush sweeping up her cheeks. "I have to admit, I'm impressed," she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Everyone is," he shrugged. "It's not just you."

"Are you always this full of yourself?"

"I'm merely stating a fact."

"How did you manage to track me down so quickly? Are you a stalker?"

"Firstly, if I were really a stalker, I wouldn't admit it, so that question is redundant. Secondly, I wasn't tracking you down at all. I actually go to school here. Meeting you here in this small little Administrative office is purely a coincidence, one that saves me precious time and resources, if I might add. Two thousand dollars, little girl. Cough it up." He stuck his hand out, palm up and wriggled his fingers.

"Impressive speech, Mr. Wayland. However, if I remember correctly, I owe you a twenty for your dry cleaning bill." She dug into her backpack for her purse, fished out a crumpled twenty and slapped it into his hand. "There," she said, stuffing her purse back into her bag, "that's my allowance for the week. Now we're even."

She brushed past him, went to the woman behind the desk and obtained her class schedule. She stepped out of the small office and started when she nearly bumped into Simon. She'd totally forgotten about him after her exchange with Jace.

"What's wrong?" he asked when he saw her reaction.

Nothing, she wanted to say, but a warm hand grabbed her wrist from behind and the word never came out. She let out a gasp as the hand tugged at her wrist and spun her around. Deftly, the blond-haired boy plucked her schedule out of her hand and proceeded to scan through it.

"What the hell?" she said angrily, making a grab for it and tried rather unsuccessfully at wrenching her arm away from his grasp.

Jace lifted the piece of paper above her arm's reach, which wasn't a difficult thing to do, considering that Clary was barely over five feet tall and he had eleven inches over her. The corners of his lips lifted into a smile when she jumped and her fingers didn't even make contact with the paper.

"Here you go, little girl," he said, returning her schedule to her and letting go of her wrist. With a final lopsided grin, he turned on his heel and walked away.

"What was that all about?" Simon asked, raising an eyebrow.

Scowling at Jace's retreating figure as he rounded a corner and disappeared from sight, she replied, "Met him at Pandemonium yesterday. I drowned him in vodka."

Simon gasped. "You're kidding right?" When Clary didn't smile or shout April's Fools at the top of her lungs, though it was most certainly not April, he laughed and shook his head at the irony of it. "Girls rush to throw themselves at him and you throw your drink at him? Damn. I wish I saw that. That has to be a first for Jace Wayland."

"So he really goes to school here?" she asked.

"Yep," Simon replied, popping the 'p'. "He's a senior, and star quarterback and captain of the football team." He slung an arm over her shoulder and led her away, looking at her schedule as he did so. "Cool, we have third period Spanish together. C'mon. I'll walk you to your Algebra class."

TFS*

By the time the third period class rolled around, Clary was exhausted, and her head was swirling with at least two dozen faces to which she could not associate the names to.

"You made it. On your first day too," Simon said with undisguised admiration as she caught him just outside classroom ten. Quickly, he dragged her inside the classroom.

"Mrs. Penhallow is the queen bitch of all bitches, so you'd better not get on her bad side on day one." He scanned the classroom quickly for available seats and swore when he saw that all the good seats had already been taken, and that there were no more free adjacent seats. "Tell you what. I'll take the seat in front and you can grab that seat over there by—"

"Hola niña," a voice said right next to Clary's ear. She gasped upon hearing that particular voice, its usual cockiness now infused with velvet tones.

She did not bother to give him a response. Turning back to Simon, she said, "I'll take the front seat."

And with that, she strode over to the empty seat right in front of the teacher's desk. Just as she was about to slide into the seat, a hand grabbed her arm and dragged her away from the table.

"What's your problem?" she said angrily, trying unsuccessfully to wrench her arm out of his grasp for the second time that day.

"I don't like to sit right under Jia Penhallow's nose," Jace said with a shrug. He pulled her over to a window seat and nodded to the boy sitting in the seat next to it. "I believe you're in my chair."

The boy's eyes widened as he stared at the star quarterback. Jace sighed, tapped his foot impatiently and raised his free hand to countdown from three. The boy needed no further encouragement. Quick as a flash, he cleared all his stuff from the table and scampered off to find another seat.

Jace flashed a triumphant smile at the girl whose arm he still held in his grasp. From that angle, she noticed there was a little chip in his incisor. Somehow that made her feel a little better. Jace Wayland was not that perfect in terms of looks after all.

She rolled her eyes at him in response. "Okay, I've got it. High school is your kingdom, and you have freshmen at your beck and call. Now let me go so I can get to my seat before Mrs. Penhallow arrives." She tried to shrug his hand away again, but his grip on her was relentless.

With his free hand, Jace plucked the books out from where she had sandwiched them between her arm and her body. He placed them on the table the boy had just evicted. "Your seat is right here, little girl. And for the record, the boy who was just here is a senior."

Clary unleashed the full force of her glare on him, only vaguely aware that the Spanish elective class was watching their exchange eagerly. Her glare, though not as powerful as her mother's, had been very successful in getting her what she wanted. Until now.

Jace gazed at her coolly, cocking his head to one side as if to ask: Is that the best you can do?

Enraged, she felt her palm twitch. Jace saw the slight movement and cocked an eyebrow. He looked slightly amused and Clary felt like she was being challenged. "Let go of me," she demanded.

"Will you really hit me if I don't?"

She swallowed. "I—"

"Sentarse, tanto para usted como de la," someone snapped at the pair.

Jace dropped Clary's hand immediately as if it had caught fire. Both of them whipped their heads to face the irate teacher at the front of the classroom.

Jace cleared his throat and smoothed down the front of his shirt before sliding into his seat. His expression betrayed nothing. It was as if the whole exchange had never occurred.

Clary flushed as Jia Penhallow glared at her. Quickly, she plopped down into the seat next to Jace's, not wanting to risk incurring her wrath by taking a seat halfway across the classroom.

"Vamos a empezar," Jia Penhallow addressed the class.

Throughout the entire lesson, Clary could feel Jace's eyes boring into her. It was distracting, to say the least. She could hardly focus on breathing, much less concentrate on the use of Spanish verbs. Every time she tried to catch Jace in the act however, he was always looking straight ahead on the board, giving no indication at all that he had been looking at her. It drove her crazy wondering if she was imagining things. It also infuriated her to no end that she was attracted to this boy who resembled her Jace, but was nothing at all like him.

When the bell rang, she rushed to pack her things. Simon flashed her a smile when he caught her eye and came over to help her carry her books.

"Lewis, I'd like a word with her if you don't mind," Jace said when he saw Simon heading in their direction.

Simon raised an eyebrow at Clary, silently asking if she was okay with that. Clary responded with a sigh and a half-shrug.

Simon shrugged in response. "I'll wait outside."

As soon as he was out of earshot, Jace leaned down and said, "I need to talk to you."

His warm breath against the shell of her ear sent a rather nice tingle down her spine, and little flutters in her belly. "Okay, so talk," she said a little breathlessly. She cursed herself inwardly for reacting that way. What was this boy doing to her?

"Not here."

"Simon's waiting for me."

"So let him wait," Jace shrugged.

"You're being ridiculous," she snapped. She picked up her books and bag and turned to leave.

Jace reached out and grabbed her arm for the third time that day. "We're not done yet, little girl."

Clary opened her mouth, presumably to tell him off for grabbing her arm yet again, but he pressed a crisp twenty into her hand. She looked down at the bill in her palm in confusion. "Jace, I don't—"

"I can't take your whole allowance," he explained. He closed her fingers over the bill and walked away with a half-smile.

"But I still owe you that—"

"Yes. Don't think for a moment that I've forgotten about the two thousand dollars." He stopped when he was halfway across the classroom, glancing around to make sure that there was no one other than them left. "Meet me in the field in fifteen to settle this," he added. And with that, he strode out of the classroom.

*TFS

On the way to the football field ten minutes later, Jace could not help but replay all his interactions with the short red-head since he'd met her the night before. Never before had anyone surprised and intrigued him the way she did. He realized with a start that he felt almost...happy. That realization gave him a surge of hope that maybe—just maybe—he finally deserved to feel some happiness in his life.

"No, you can't!"

Jace paused in his tracks.

"Yes, I can, Kaelie, so you'd better deliver that package or else the footage will go live."

"I'll report you, Raphael. Don't think that I won't," Kaelie retorted. Her voice was unsteady.

Jace glanced around quickly. The coast was clear. He pressed his back against the wall and inched nearer toward the source of the voices. He took his iPod out and flipped it around so that the reflective surface on the back was facing himself. He tilted it at an angle, just enough for him to have a visual on the two people in the empty hallway from behind the wall he was pressed up against. He saw Raphael holding a thumb drive tauntingly at Kaelie.

"Twelve noon is your deadline, Kaelie," Raphael reminded her, tapping the thumb drive with his index finger. He continued twirling it around as he walked away in the direction Jace was hiding.

"Fucking shit!" Jace cursed under his breath. He whipped his head to the side. There was nowhere to hide, and he knew he would not make it if he ran while trying to stay silent. He dug into his pockets, hoping like hell that he had his ear buds on him. With barely five seconds to spare, he fished out a set of ear buds and plugged it into the iPod and cranked the volume up. He winced upon stuffing the ear buds into his ears. It was pure agony.

He barely had enough time to slip out one last thing from a little compartment which doubled as a volume rocker on his ear buds before Raphael entered his line of vision. Plastering a look of enjoyment on his face, he rammed right into the other boy, sending them both sprawling onto the floor. The thumb drive followed suit, sliding several feet away from Jace's reach.

Jace picked himself off the floor and limped over to the thumb drive, where he proceeded to firmly attach a small round metal chip the size of a pen tip onto the joint where the thumb drive was attached to a key ring. Once he was sure that it wouldn't detach accidently, he turned around and handed it back to Raphael.

"You dropped this," Jace yelled.

Raphael all but ripped the thumbdrive out of his grasp and looked around furtively. Jace noticed that Kaelie was nowhere in sight.

"You don't have to announce it to the world, Wayland," Raphael said angrily.

Jace could not, for the life of him, hear a word the other boy had said over the music blaring in his ears, but he sure as hell could read lips. But then again, Raphael was not supposed to know that.

"What? I can't hear you!" Jace shouted loudly again, gesturing at the ear buds in his ears.

Raphael relaxed, looking immensely relieved when he saw the white ear buds in Jace's ears and heard the loud beats of the song through them. He pulled both of the buds out and said, "Thank you."

"No problem! Sorry for barrelling into you by the way. I couldn't hear anything other than Maroon 5's Payphone," he said cheerfully, clapping Raphael's shoulder.

Raphael slipped the thumb drive into his jeans pocket and walked away. Once he was out of earshot, Jace replaced his iPod and took out his iPhone. He dialled a number as he walked briskly toward the football field. He had a little less than two minutes to get there after the little incident.

"Going in tonight?"

"I'm already there. Why?" the other person on the line asked curiously.

"I'll tell you when I go in," Jace replied and ended the call.

He pocketed his phone and sped up.

When he got to the field, he placed a hand above his eyes to shield them from the sun as he searched for that head of red curls. He smirked at her as soon as he spotted her sitting at the bleachers. He made his way over to her and plopped down into the seat next to hers.

"So, how are you going to pay me that two thousand?" he asked.

"What would you do if you spilled your drink onto someone at a club?"

"I'd pay for the person's outfit, of course. Unless he prefers that I only pay for his dry cleaning," he replied.

"Well, you may be able to dish out two thousand dollars whenever you accidentally ruin someone else's outfit, but I can't. I had to save up for many months to afford my Tisch classes. Additionally, I think it's ridiculous and unnecessary for me to pay for a replacement shirt when you can just send it for dry cleaning!" She huffed, rubbing her face with her hands in frustration.

Jace peeled her hands away from her face. Her gaze dropped to her hands in his and back up to his face. Somehow while they were talking, they had unknowingly leaned toward each other. They were close enough that Clary could see the green flecks in his gold eyes.

"That ship has sailed, little girl. There's no shirt left for you to wash." His thumbs drew small circles on the back of her palms without any conscious thought on his part. It was as if they had a mind of their own. His eyes wandered down her face, taking in her forest green eyes, the light dusting of freckles on her porcelain skin and down to her plump lips which were slightly parted. He swallowed convulsively when her small pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips. What was it about this girl that made him react like that?

"How about you do some things for me instead?" His eyes were still glued to her lips as he spoke to her. The next thing he knew, her hands were ripped away from his, and his head was whipped sharply to the left, not of its own volition. His right cheek registered the sting a second later. His lip also stung.

"Ow," he said in surprise. He flexed his jaw and turned back to face her.

Clary was standing, her face flushed with anger. His mind, still reeling from the suddenness of the attack, tried to make sense of the situation. He blinked at her. Why is she so angry?

"I am not that kind of girl, Jace Wayland!" She spun around on her heel and marched away furiously.

Jace sat there for a moment longer before he realized that she was not planning to return to resume their discussion. He hurried to catch up with her.

"What? What did I do?"

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," Clary said angrily, not breaking her stride.

"I assure you, little girl, I'm not. Now tell me. What was that for?"

Clary stopped mid-stride and spun around so unexpectedly, catching him off guard. He jerked backward immediately to avoid colliding into her. He blinked at her again, surprised for the second time in a span of thirty seconds.

"My name is not 'little girl'. It's Clary." And with that, she turned on her heel again and started down the bleacher steps.

Jace caught up with her easily. "It's a pretty name." He leapt down the remaining five stairs and spun around, blocking her path down. "You didn't answer my question."

"Don't play dumb. It's beneath you," she said harshly. "Now, get out of my way. I'm going to be late for class."

He folded his arms across his chest. "Not until you tell me what this is all about."

Clary pointed her index finger and jabbed it at his chest. "I am not the kind of girl who uses sexual favors to pay off a debt, Jace Wayland." She punctuated every word with a jab to his chest. "You damn well remember that."

Jace grabbed her finger and forced her hand back down against her side. "Is that what this is all about?" he said incredulously, flexing his jaw again.

"You're lucky I didn't do anything that would leave any permanent damage. Now let go of me!"

"I'd like to see you try, little girl," he said, ignoring her struggles and the glare she gave when he called her that. "And you misunderstood me. When I said "things", I meant collecting my clothes from the dry cleaners, buying my groceries or grabbing dinner for me after football practice—stuff like that. Jeez, what were you thinking?"

Clary eyed him disbelievingly. "Okay, assuming what you said is the truth—"

"It is the truth, goddamn it!" Jace interrupted her, throwing his hands into the air.

"How many of these errands will I have to do?" Clary continued.

"We'll have to discuss that."

"Fine. Now, let me go. I'm going to be late for class."

Jace cocked his head to the side, smirked at her, and immediately winced. "Jesus. What did you do to me?" He touched his lip where it stung and widened his eyes in surprise when he saw the light smear blood on his finger.

While he was distracted, Clary glanced at the railings at the sides of the stairs. Nope. Too risky, she decided.

She backtracked, going back up the way she came. She reached the railing in front of first row of the bleachers before he called out.

"Don't even think about it little girl."

Clary paused in her tracks and turned her head around to look at him.

"I'll reach the other side way before you even start to descend the stairs, so don't even bother to try," he said as-a-matter-of-factly, dabbing at the cut on his lip delicately.

Clary bit her lip to hide a smile. She sprinted forward.

Jace followed suit, covering the distance she'd covered easily and more, but stopped abruptly when he heard a loud thump from behind him. Whipping around, he gaped in utmost surprise when he saw her on all fours on the ground.

He gaped at her as she picked herself up, staggered a little and ran off in the direction of the school, throwing a triumphant smile at him over her shoulder.

Ever since the day he realized the opposite sex found him attractive and desirable, he'd quickly become accustomed to girls throwing themselves at him or coming up with all sorts of ways to get him to notice them. Never before had he ever met a girl who confounded and ran away from him like that. He couldn't help but wonder if all that was some elaborate scheme to ensnare him. Nevertheless, he couldn't help but chuckle as she disappeared from his view.

TFS*

Jace took a deep breath as he parked his white Audi R8 in parking lot two blocks away from Pandemonium. Killing the engine, he sagged back against his seat and ran his fingers through his hair. He wondered if he was making the right decision, interfering with something that was obviously not his problem.

"Fuck. Finish what you started Jace Wayland," he muttered to himself before clambering out of the R8.

He walked casually toward Pandemonium, checking to make sure that he wasn't being followed. He flashed his VIP card at the bouncer after cutting the long queue of people—mostly teenagers—trying to get in. He maneuvered through the throng of people until he came to a door which hardly any one frequented. He slipped inside quickly and shut the door behind him.

Deftly avoiding the mess of cabling on the floor, he crossed the room and came to a pair of elevator doors with a sign that said "Authorized Personnel Only". He pulled out a black credit card and swiped it across a card slot next to the doors, which slid open with a high trilling 'ping'.

He stepped into the elevator and stood still while he was being scanned. He knew from first-hand experience that the more he fidgeted, the longer it took for the scanner to verify him. The elevator plunged suddenly, indicating that he'd been verified. His face scrunched up as his stomach plunged together with the lift. The feeling never got any more bearable regardless of how many times he did it.

A few seconds later, the elevator jerked to a halt. The doors slid open with another 'ping'. Jace took a deep breath before stepping out, willing the queasy feeling away from his belly. He walked down the corridor, which had bright red walls, and made a left turn at the end of it. He stepped through the glass sliding doors and into the agency.

He nodded in greeting to the few agents he saw before heading straight for the optech room.

A brown-haired boy sat alone at the table. He narrowed his eyes at Jace when he entered the room before standing up.

"What's going on, Wayland?" the boy asked as Jace shut the doors with a remote control.

"I need your help, Carstairs."

Quickly, Jace told him the events that had transpired earlier in school.

"You placed a tracker on his thumb drive?" the boy exclaimed, looking half horrified and half incredulous. "Are you—"

"Yes, of course I'm aware of the risks involved. However, I'm ninety percent sure that he's not a secret agent or anything along those lines."

"Only ninety?"

The corners of Jace's lips lifted upward into a small smile as he shrugged. "What's life without risks? Can you locate the thumb drive?"

The boy headed over to one of the computers at the back of the back of the room and fired up a tracking program. A map of the area around the agency's location appeared on the screen. He typed in the coordinates of the area where Jace's high school was located at to narrow the scanning radius. A few seconds later, a blinking red dot appeared on the map.

"The school? Why would he leave it at the school?" Jace said in surprise. "Angel, can you get me a more specific location?"

The boy, Angel, hit a few keys in response. "The best I can tell you is that it's near the center of the school. I'll need to get closer to the school before I can pinpoint the exact location."

Jace nodded. "Let's go."

"I'll meet you in the garage. I'll need to load you up with optech," Angel said as he stood up and patted Jace's shoulder. "Are you absolutely sure about this?"

"I'm not about to sit around and do nothing while this douche blackmails innocent people."

"All right then. I'll see you in five," he said and rushed to the one of the many bulletproof glass cabinets to grab some gadgets.

TFS*

Angel pulled over a short distance away from the perimeter of the school. He got out of the driver's seat and into the back of the van where Jace was monitoring the signal of the tracking device.

"Nice outfit," Angel remarked as he sat down at the table and pulled out some gadgets from the drawer.

Jace had changed into more appropriate clothing for the mission. He wore a dark grey T-shirt under a black leather jacket, paired with a dark pair of jeans. He had also pulled on a pair of black leather gloves.

"Okay. Here's your communications unit," he said as he handed the device to Jace. It was a small flesh colored wireless ear bud. "There's a tracker in it so I can monitor your location from here. And here," Angel passed him an iPhone, "it has the latest code breaking software on it. Just in case."

Jace fished out his iPhone from his pocket and slid it over to Angel. "Don't want to risk getting it mixed up."

Angel put on his headphones and fired up a program on his laptop. "What's the school's IP address?"

Jace rattled off a series of numbers he'd memorized the day he enrolled at the school.

"Okay, I'm in the school's network. Obtaining the CCTV feeds... Looping them... Done."

Jace jammed a beanie on his head and got out of the van. He walked briskly to the main doors of the school and looked around surreptitiously.

"All clear, Boy Scout," came a voice through his comms unit.

"Boy Scout? What the fuck?" Jace said in annoyance, raising his left hand to his ear.

"Just get in, will you?"

Jace rolled his eyes. He reached for his watch and from the side of the clock face, pulled out two metal lock picks. He slid them into the lock on the doors and fiddled around with it. A few tense seconds later, there was a satisfying click.

He replaced the lock picks and slid into the school, making sure to close the doors behind him.

He raised his hand to his ear. "Base ops, this is Boy Scout. I'm in."

"Copy that, Boy Scout. The signal is originating fifty feet from your current location. It's in the northeast direction."

"The lockers. Of course," Jace muttered to himself and sped off in the northeast direction. He stopped when he reached the two rows of lockers lining the walls. "Which one?"

"Okay, take ten steps forward, Boy Scout," Angel told him.

Jace did so.

"Take one more... Okay, this is it. It's the one on your left."

"Damn it. I don't have anything to break his locker combination," Jace said as he fingered the lock.

"Don't fret it Boy Scout. What's the douche's name again? I can try to pull up his locker combination from the school records."

"Raphael Pearson. He's in my AP Chemistry class."

"Okay, I got his file. Damn, he even looks like a douche," Angel remarked a few short seconds later. "Okay, his locker combination is 24–16–30."

Jace proceeded to spin the dial and heard the telltale click of the lock unlocking. He swung the door open and gapped at the mess inside. "Fuck!"

He searched through his stuff carefully, not wanting to shift their positions too much. After a painstaking five minutes, Jace finally located the thumb drive at the very back of the locker.

"Got it!" he announced triumphantly, slamming the locker shut and spinning the dial of the lock. He sprinted out of the school, making sure to lock the doors behind himself.

"Good work, Jace," Angel congratulated him upon his return. He tapped a few keys on the keyboard. "The feed is unlooped. Okay. Shall we see what this blackmail material is?"

Jace shrugged. "I don't see why not."

Angel plugged the thumb drive into the laptop, making sure to scan for viruses first. "Damn. How many files does he have on this thing?"

"Click that one. The one that says Kaelie," Jace pointed.

Angel double clicked on it and saw several picture files and a video file. He clicked the video file.

Several loud moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the van. Jace averted his eyes from the porno that was on the screen. Angel hurriedly closed the video.

"What the fuck was that?" Angel gasped, scanning the rest of the names on the many files in the thumb drive.

"It's a sordid sex tape," Jace replied, looking at the names as well.

Angel rolled his eyes. "That bastard. He filmed himself fucking all of these girls. And used it as blackmail material."

"Replay the video. We need to be sure it's him in it."

Angel obliged, and they watched the video uncomfortably.

"It's him all right. Look at that ring on his finger. I recognize it. And that mole on the back of his thigh," Jace confirmed.

Angel slammed the top of the laptop shut immediately and rubbed his eyes to get the image out of his head. "Do I even want to know how you know he has a mole on the back of his thigh?"

Jace rubbed his eyes as well. "I'm a spy. It's my job to know these things," he replied evasively. "Thank God we went ahead with the plan. Who knows how many poor girls he would have blackmailed with this? I may have to steal his computer tomorrow. He may have kept copies."

"I think we should investigate this Kaelie person as well. What's this 'package' they were talking about?"

"I'll do some snooping tomorrow. Have you got any more tracking devices? I may need them," Jace asked as he clambered into the driver's seat.

"I'll see if I can get you some more tomorrow. And here," Angel detached the tracking device from the thumb drive, "before you forget about it."

TFS*

Jace changed back into the outfit he was in before the operation in the back of the van before exiting it. Angel had dropped him off near the back entrance of Pandemonium. He glanced around to make sure no one was around before slipping back into the club.

He blended into the crowd of people, dancing a path to the entrance of the club, making sure to give some of the girls his signature panty-dropping smile in order to preserve his reputation. He was about to leave the club when he caught side of that fiery red hair.

He did a double take when he saw who she was with—the bastard who had several sordid sex tapes on a little thumb drive.

Author's Note: I am extremely sorry for the insanely late update. I have taken an almost year long break from writing due to my busy college schedule. I will get on with review replies asap. Thanks to those who have stuck with me and encouraged me not to give up on this story.

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