Shadows of the Night

by summerrose95

Clary flees from New Jersey and leaves her abusive husband behind. Clary finds herself in NYC with her best friend Simon, her only hope to not being homeless and alone. Desperate for a job, Clary stumbles upon a gentlemen's club with three owners who are siblings. Clary finds herself liking the job and a particular owner. CASSANDRA CLARE OWNS CHARACTERS. RATED M FOR LEMONS

5. Chapter 5

ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO CASSANDRA CLARE (JACE, IZZY, CLARY, ETC)

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Chapter 4:

CLARY POV

Clary woke up the next morning with quite the hangover. After storming out of Angel's, Clary had gone home and taken a bottle of liquor to bed with her. While Clary cried and drank, Isabelle and Clary had been texting all night. And when their conversation was over, Clary felt guilt overwhelm her. Jace was only trying to be nice to Clary and she had overreacted.

The kiss they shared had awoken something in Clary that she hadn't felt in a long time. She had felt the searing passion of the kiss and couldn't help but lust over the feel of it. Sebastian had never kissed her like that. And, how Clary longed for more of Jace. But, right now, Clary needed to apologize to him. She felt bad for making him feel guilty. Clary had wanted the kiss just as badly as him, but she was scared. Abusive relationships left people broken, and Clary was still healing.

The day dragged on agonizingly slow for Clary. Clary wanted so badly to apologize to Jace. She was thankful when 7 o' clock came around. Clary slipped on her black sunglasses to avoid the blinding sunset. Her hangover was her punishment for scaring away Jace. Clary walked the streets with black leggings, brown boots, a sweatshirt, and her hair tied lazily on top of her head. Clary was practically shaking with nervousness when she reached the club entrance. She couldn't help but wonder if Jace would forgive her, or would he simply ignore her.

Clary walked into the club, ready to face the consequences. As she turned to face the bar, she saw Jace and Kaelie locked in a passionate kiss. Clary stopped in her tracks, and stared. She was right all along. Jace was a player, and she couldn't help but stomp back to her dressing room. There was no way in hell Clary would apologize to Jace now. As far as she was concerned, he didn't need to here an apology. He had already moved on.

Clary walked into her dressing room, and sank to the ground. All day Clary had fantasized the moments she walked into the club. She had hoped for Jace to forgive her and they would share another kiss, or maybe more. Now, Clary was done. It was stupid of Clary to think that Jace could ever have feelings for her. Isabelle barged into the dressing room, and found Clary sitting on the floor, with her head leaning against the wall.

"Clary, I am so sorry. Jace is such an ass. He has feelings for you, believe me, but he isn't good at expressing them. And- " Isabelle said, but Clary cut her off.

"Iz, I have a raging hangover. I am not in the mood for this. I just want to get this shift over with." Clary said and stood up. Her corset and underwear were hanging on the rack, and Clary grabbed them from the hook violently. Clary shooed Isabelle out of her room so she could get dressed for the shift. Clary put on her underwear, corset, and heels silently and slowly. As she tried to tie the strings of the corset behind her, she heard someone enter the room.

"Look, Izzy, I am seriously not talking about this right now." Clary started as she turned around. But, Izzy was not standing behind the now shut door; it was Jace. His eyes looked at her longingly, and Clary felt her shiver under his gaze. But she couldn't let him see how he affected her.

Clary slowly turned around, facing her mirror, so she could see Jace in it. She tried to tie her corset, but was failing with her nervous hands slightly shaking. Jace walked silently to her, and grabbed the strings to the corset. He tied them in place, but there was something to erotic about the way he did it. Jace took his time looking at Clary's ass and feeling the skin on the small of her back. His hands searched and explored her torso, but failed to go anywhere else.

"Clary-" Jace growled in a low and lustful voice. Clary felt her knees go weak. His voice was nearly enough for Clary to forget everything and have sex with him right here. Yet, she couldn't do it. There was something holding her back; something so deep inside her that told her no.

Clary pulled away from his hands that were resting on her waist, and pulled her hair loose from its knot. Her red hair spilled downs her back, and she saw the comparison of the baby blue corset and her red hair brings out her good features. Jace's eyes were resting on her reflection in the mirror. His lustful gaze had darkened even more, and Clary felt pleased with her affect on him.

"Clary, we need to talk about this. You can't keep pushing me away." Jace said with a pleading voice. Clary knew he was right, but she didn't give a damn. She needed to figure things out for herself before she could give him a chance.

"Jace, I need to go. And there is really nothing to talk about. It was just one kiss." Clary said nonchalantly. She tried to play it off as if she didn't care, but her heart was pounding furiously within her.

"You and I both know that you are lying. That kiss was special, and so are you Clary. Your past is nothing to be taken lightly, but I can be good for you Clary. I'm not like him. Trust me, Clary." With that, Jace advanced to stand right behind her. His hands were gripping her waist, and pulling her body against his. She could feel the hardness underneath his black slacks, and it drove her crazy.

Clary needed her body to be worshiped and loved, just like any woman. But, she couldn't handle having another bad relationship. It would be too much.

"I just want to be friends." Clary blurted out, without thinking. Her mind was telling her that what she said was true. Yet, her heart was screaming liar. Jace removed himself quickly from her. She turned to look him in the eyes, and couldn't ignore the pain and disappointment she was staring into.

"Okay, then. Friends, Clary Fray. How about we go for coffee after your shift?" Jace said, trying to be casual. Clary looked at him hesitantly, and Jace was desperate for her to say yes. He needed to gain her trust. He needed to love her.

"Okay. Friends can go to coffee." Clary said, but it was mostly to herself. She was trying to convince herself it was just coffee, but she knew it would be something more.

Jace rushed out of her dressing room. Clary ran to stage to perform. Tonight, she was solo. All alone dancing and lip-syncing to the crowd. She liked it this way, more spotlight. That way, she knew all eyes were on her. She was spinning around the pole when she met one gaze she knew too well, the smirk of Jace Wayland.

After Clary's shift, she changed back into her clothes and locked her dressing room. Jace stood at the bar, waiting for her. He was not dressed in his usual black slacks, black button shirt, and dress shoes. No, he was wearing faded jeans and a tight black t-shirt. Yet, he looked as good as ever. His defined muscles were shown off in a subtle and alluring way. Clary couldn't bring herself to tear away her eyes.

Finally, she met the smirk of Jace, and knowing well that he caught her staring. Her face turned a shade of light pink. They walked and talked to a small coffee shop called Java Jones. From 12 am to 2 am, they sat and drank their coffee. They talked about their dreams, their past, and their future. Really, they talked about anything and everything. Clary was having a good time, and couldn't help but feel disappointed as they reached her apartment building.

"Thanks, Jace. I had a good time." Clary said with a smile. She wanted to be friendly and flirty, but she couldn't decide which one. Then, Jace chose for her. He leaned forward and claimed her lips with his own. The kiss was unlike the one in her dressing room; it was tenderer and more sensual. It took all of Clary's strength to not start undressing him in the hallway.

Jace's hands left Clary's waist and found her ass. He picked her up effortlessly and pinned her small frame to the wall. She was locked between his embrace and the wall. Yet, her small legs wrapped gently around his waist, and her hands found his blonde hair. She didn't want this to stop. It was intoxicating and she was high off it.

Jace and Clary explored each other's mouths for longer, until Jace pulled away. He detached himself from Clary, and put some distance between them. If he didn't, he might not be able to stop the next time. He looked into Clary's eyes and didn't see anger, but desire. He was making her feel desire. He wanted to scream for joy, but settled with a sweet smile.

"Goodnight, Jace" Clary said breathlessly. Her voice was panting, but it was the sexiest thing Jace ever heard. He leant forward and planted on hot kiss behind her ear.

"Goodnight, Clary." He said in a whisper. With that, he turned on his heel and left the building. Leaving Clary feeling confusion, desire, and most of all, lust. She needed him. Even if it was friend with benefits, she needed her body worshipped by Jace. Because, Jace, was the only one that could take care of her needs.