Hi here comes chapter 9! The next update might take a little longer because I am out then from the holidays. Writing this chapter has made the most fun because this chapter deals specifically of SIZZY!

I wish you a lot of fun while reading :)

ISABELLE'S PROV:

Impatiently she looked over at Jace. Despite the dim lighting in the club she could see how nervous Jace was. Every few seconds he looked up from their seats at the bar to Cary's red hair in the dancing crowd and grabbed his glass and emptied it in a train. It was a whole new page that she perceived to Jace. How could her attractive brother come along because of a girl only thus in the trousers!?

"If you already want yourself really now to roar? At least, you have not discovered them yet and. . . ." Before she could go on talking, she was interrupted by Jace: "I believe, there behind beside the column she is!" He was so intent on Clary that he had not even listened to Izzy. Outraged, she wanted to say something, but Jace was already jumped off his stool. He nodded briefly to, according to the motto "You know what to do" and then disappeared into the crowd.

Men! Izzy simply became not clever from them. Every guy played like a macho, but inwardly they were all so soft. Bored she held out to Simon. She was sure that Simon would be looking for a way to the bar when Jace first make a pass at his companion.

Annoyed he would order for himself and the two drinks. That was her cue! Before Simon could return to the turtledoves, chauffeured would intercept him and direct his attention to it. This had been, in any case, Jace's a plan to get rid of Simon. Izzy regretted to have agreed to it. Actually, she would also leave the evening and can tear open a hot guy. But no, she had to play so the monkey, which threw herself at Simon ran!

As she had expected, he showed up at the bar after a few minutes. His brown locks had been fastened with gel and did not depend to him any more chaotically on the head. His usual T-shirts he had exchanged for a classic simple shirt. Izzy realized that he once looked not so bad, now without the glasses already really cute for his circumstances. Indeed, she had already drunk something what pulled her view from sweetly quite in the length.

Before Izzy forced way through to him, she sipped once again at her champagne glass. Richly drunk she staggered in his direction. She felt the eyes of the guys up and gave them an arrogant smile. Today not even be Izzy thought as she greeted with a drink in hand.

Simon was now only a few feet away from her. She did not want to be marked that had looked for him. Narcissistically she swaggered to the bar and stopped beside Simon. She acted in such a way as if she kept from her place after somebody a lookout and waited, until Simon would note them and respond.

"Oh, hi Isabelle" already sounded Simons voice by the noise to her ear. "Hey, you have not seen. Are you here long?" she asked, turning to face him. Simon already had to roar, so that she could hear him by the music. "No, I have only recently come. " He turned for a moment off to talk with the bar keeper and then turned back to her. "Are you alone here?" Izzy could recognize that Simon wanted to mention the question by the way, but his insecurity betrayed how much he hoped that she was alone here. Izzy gave him a beaming smile. Their plan rose without problems. However, she had not else expected. To take care of Simon was not a big deal. Rather she had a bad conscience which played with him and could make with him what she wanted. With other guys it made no difference to her, however, Simon was not such an asshole likes her usual One Night stands.

"Actually, I have come with Jace. But I lost sight of him and no desire to look for him," Izzy shouted in his ear. "There must not at all only look. He dances there behind with Clary. Something seems to run between the both. I could have imagined that Jace was here. Clary behaves in his present always so funnily and today it has stood forever before the mirror, before we have gone off" Simon said with an equivocal smile and sipped at his drink. "Want one?" he asked, giving the keeper bar is a sign that he wanted to order. "Simon, you have to do to me nothing. . . ", but Simon did not let her finish. "I invite you, is on me!" Izzy gave him her cutest smile and took the glass gratefully. He was definitely a gentleman!

The alcohol made them talkative and loosened her tongue. "You should have seen first how Jace has behaved this afternoon. I believe the both had arranged to meet for today evening" she murmured and regretted at the same moment that she had told this Simon. He pulled up only his eyebrows and it looked questioningly: "Are you saying that the bad boy, your brother, is in love with Clary!?" He took another sip from his glass and emptied it. Exactly like her he was already a little bit under the influence and swayed easily. "Where love strikes ..." She winked at him and leaned on the bar table. "You're right; otherwise I cannot describe the two as a couple and one they have in common in any case. We have to stand for it," Simon murmured in her ear. Now his voice sounded quite close, because they stood close together. Izzy noted the alcohol in his voice. For some reason they just had to laugh. Surprised Simon stared at her when she started to giggle. "Did I say something wrong or what's so funny about that?" he murmured amused.

"So I think we should make the most of our situation on the substitutes' bench and amuse us." Izzy braced himself to Simon, eyeing his questioning expression. "Although I do not know what you imagine including," Izzy saw how he blushed at her remark. "I was not presented including" Simon muttered embarrassed. Izzy rolled her eyes and grabbed his hand. "Anyway, I want to dance!" Reluctantly, Simon had let to the dance floor. Izzy dropped his hand only when they were in the thick middle. She began to move to the rhythm of the music and swung her curves to the beats of the music. Simon on the other hand rocked slightly with your feet, trying to keep up with Izzy. "I'm not the best dancer" he shouted through the music. Izzy nodded to him smiling: "I had already thought you need a little swing. "She danced close to him and tried Simon animate, not to hold back.

The whole crowd cheered and celebrated from. Izzy realized how well Simon looser was entered on it. He seemed to lose all inhibitions. His arms slid around her shoulders to her waist, where they remained. Izzy did not let make a note of her surprise about that. She allowed that he pulled them closer at himself come on and enjoyed it even. Must have probably been quite a lot of alcohol!

It seemed like an eternity in which she and Simon closely danced to the music when she suddenly noted her necklace who easily hammered to her breast. Demons were nearby!

"Simon, I'll be right back," she whispered in his ear, and eluded his heat. While she followed carefully the beating of her ruby, she still felt Simon's hands on her hips. Nevertheless, she had really liked it as he had held them all along! Her thoughts were interrupted by a large distorted shadow flitted through the back door. Izzy pressed her lips together and took to the track of the shape. She quietly slipped through the door and disappeared into the darkness.

SIMON'S PROV:

30 minutes had already passed and Izzy was not yet back. First Simon had assumed that she trimmed to the toilet, but when he had to make sure of another girl that his "friend" with the short red cocktail dress and long black hair was not on the girls' bathroom, he had become uncertain.

Where else should Izzy be here!? Everywhere in the club he had already looked for her. Though he did not want to work like a Stalker, however, he wanted to find again Izzy as fast as possible, so that they could dance again so closely. He wanted to feel Izzy's curves again and hug his body against hers. She had said she would be right back...

However, probably she had simply had no more desire and had left the Pandemonium. This seemed to Simon very logical and he gave up looking for her. Since it was no fun without Izzy, he decided also to go. Clary he would simply write an SMS. Certainly she and Jace curled and made around somewhere. Simon did not want to barge in there really.

Disappointed he left the Pandemonium and turned into the next side lane. Out here in the night it was very quiet in contrast to club music. Only in the distance he heard quiet murmuring, certainly from the drunk party company.

Simon's mood had hit rock bottom. Offset from Izzy and Clary he wanted to go home so fast he could. He paid no more to his surroundings, but walked quickly toward the subway. Simon was about to turn into the next street, when he collided with a girl. "Isabelle!? What are you doing here? And why are you so out of breath?" Confused, he looked at her shocked expression. Izzy had become very pale and made it seem as if they would be pursued. "Is everything okay? You ..." Izzy made him fall silent when she grabbed his arm and him Duke behind him. Simon was much too surprised to oppose it and let it happen.

They ran into a dark dead end where only an isolated dumpster stood. Izzy pulled him behind the garbage containers and approached quite near in himself and held on him rather. Their bodies huddled together, until there was no more space. Their faces were only centimeters apart. Even in the darkness beside the garbage Izzy was in his eyes even the prettiest girl he had ever seen. "Isabelle, what ...?" But she put her finger to his lips and cut him off. She gave him a sign that he should be quiet and Simon obeyed. Although the situation was completely paradoxical and he had no idea of whom they were hiding, but to have Izzy so close to him had something good in itself.

A few minutes they persevered so. None of the two told something and Simon listened to steps of the mysterious pursuers. But he heard no one, only Izzy's uneven breathing could be heard. After a few minutes she also recognized that no more danger existed and she took her hand of Simon's from mouth. "I think it has now resolved" she meant whispering. Simon felt how her body settled down again.

Simon also loosened again and got his voice again: "What goes forward here!? Why did we flee? Where were you so long? And why do you have a whip in the hand? "He had quite a lot of questions. They bubbled out from him and became more and more. The whole situation confused him profoundly.

Impatiently he waited for an answer from her and wondered what was going on well straight into her. He stood so close to her and she thus pushed against the stone wall of the house, there was no escape for Izzy. Simon was bigger in spite of Izzy's pump one more piece. Also now he was based before her, and was irritated quite slowly that she did not answer to him. Although he tried to remain calm, but it was noted Simon that he was angry. „Now, finally talk! "

Isabelle lifted her hand and glided over his cheek. That let Simon's heart beat faster. She leaned toward him. "You're really hot when you get angry," she breathed into his face. Before Simon could say anything, she pressed her lips to his. Simon did not know at first how to him it happened; however, he forgot everything round himself and answered the kiss. He gently stroked her back, while her hands buried in his locks.

The kiss became more demanding; Simon groaned and pressed Isabelle against the wall. She pulled him very close to her approach and would not let him go. It did not matter that they were making out in a filthy alley at night and how she had come here. This moment should never end! Isabelle was everything, for his heart hit at this moment …

Sequel follows...

I hope you enjoyed the SIZZY chapter. It took some time, but I wanted to write one. In the next chapter other couples come back (I love to write about the couples of TMI).

Next update could take a bit longer. But I try not to let you wait too long

xoxo TheDreamingDarling