*All the characters from The Mortal Instruments belong to Cassandra Clare and her incredible mind. Nothing will ever be owned by the author of this story. ;)*

Musical Preference:

What Goes Around- Justin Timberlake

Feel Good Inc.- We The Kings [I prefer this version. Original by Gorillaz.]

Chapter One

She could see the dark red in her eyelids, telling her the sun was out. Her eyes didn't open, not yet. She moved her neck slowly. Her head was pounding badly but she still felt—in a way—happier than she had been in quite a while. All the stress from her daily routine was gone.

She stretched her arms over her head, slowly moving them to her sides. Suddenly, her hand came in contact with what she thought was the wall. She was going to welcome the coldness from it, when she noticed that it wasn't cold at all, but soft and warm. She took her hand back immediately as a moan escaped from her left side. Her eyes flew open instantly.

The first thing she noticed was the breeze hitting her exposed chest. She sat up which was a big mistake, because her head began pounding harder than before. She squeezed her eyes shut as she pulled the blanket over herself. After that, her eyes traveled to the bare, white walls of where she was. She furrowed her brows thinking how she had never been in there before. Her ears picked up a snort from beside her.

In the king-sized bed, there was a man. He was facing down, his back showing. Golden locks were strewn all over the pillow. They were curly and looked like they could be soft as silk. She had the sudden urge to run her hands over it, through it. His back was well built with perfectly toned shoulder blades. There was part of a tattoo showing on his right side, above his ribs. It looked like a big ball connected to something. She wondered if maybe it went to his chest. There was another one in his lower back, right were his hip was located. It had something written in what looked like Hebrew or Latin.

As her eyes traveled lower, she saw that he was naked. She gasped quietly as she realized that she was naked as well . . .

"Oh, shit!" She heard herself exclaiming as she realized what had happened the night before. She covered her mouth with her hand as she heard another moan coming from beside her. She scolded herself internally for doing something so stupid.

She looked over her shoulder at the man in bed with her. She mentally congratulated herself for, at least, sleeping unintentionally with a good looking man.

Looking around the room, she spotted her dress and undergarments lying on the floor. She climbed out of the bed quietly, careful not to wake up her companion—who she had begun to call Golden Man. She planned on leaving as soon as possible. If Golden Man had been as drunk as her, maybe he would not remember if she was out of the place before he woke up. Let him think he went to sleep alone.

Making her way to a door, that she assumed would be the bathroom, she grabbed her clothes from the floor. She went in, and sure enough, it was a bathroom. Just as clean as the other room.

So clean . . . How odd for a guy, she thought.

Shrugging it off, she got dressed quickly and ran her fingers through her hair. Once she saw that there was no remedy to the nest in her hair she gave up. Looking at the mirror, she saw that it was a medical cabinet as well. Not being able to help her curiosity, she opened it carefully. She wanted to know who she had slept with exactly.

Tilting her head to the side, she began looking through the shelves—which were mostly empty. There was some stomach medicine, aftershave, and extra toothpaste. Nail clippers. Comb. And a box of condoms. Her mouth lifted in slight disgust at the last item. Looking at the size, her eyes widened and she closed the cabinet quickly.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Her eye makeup was slightly smudged. She opened the tap and threw water on her face. She felt refreshed instantly. Rubbing on her eyes, she started taking off her makeup. She dried her face on one of the—no surprise there—white towel.

It's better if I start leaving.

Peeking her head out, she noticed that Golden Man had rolled to the middle of the bed and was now on his back. She sucked in a breath as she saw the amazing chest the Golden Man had. Perfectly toned six-pack. She could see the rest of the tattoo's design now also. Her eyes widened when she realized that it was a jellyfish. She had the sudden need to run her fingers through each one of the jellyfish's ar—

"You're out. Why don't you get your little perfect ass over here and give me a massage?" A husky voice broke through her reverie. She was so startled that she could've squealed—which she didn't. His eyes were still closed and while his body was still relaxed, it wasn't as relaxed as when he was asleep.

She finally processed what she had heard. "Excuse me?" She frowned.

Golden Man opened one eye and looked at her. His eyes trailed the whole length of her clothed body and back up to her eyes. A smirk started forming on his—she realized—full lips.

How can I not remember a night with someone like him? she thought lustfully.

"You were amazing last night, Ginger. Want a second round?" Although her whole body was yelling at her to get on that bed with the Golden Man, her stubborn and proud self made her stand her ground.

"No, thanks. I was just leaving, Blondie." She drawled, emphasizing the last word since she didn't like people calling her names by her hair color. Golden Man raised an eyebrow as his smirk turned to a grin.

"You're even more feisty than last night, Ginger." She realized that he was just calling her that to piss her off more. She fought the instinct to growl. "Now get over here. I need to be at the office by twelve." He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply.

She raised her eyebrows at him and crossed her arms over her chest. "No," she said leaning against the wall. She was hoping for a nonchalant, I-don't-give-a-fuck air.

Golden Man raised himself by his elbows and shook his head making his curls fall messily over his eyes. When he opened his eyes, she noticed that they were darker and blended in so well with his hair. If she wasn't posing as a badass, she would have bit her lip.

He looks so goddamn delicious, she thought unintentionally. And to think I did him!

"Will you repeat that, babe. I think I was stunned by your sexy presence," he practically growled at her in what—she thought—sounded ear-gasmic.

"I said—" she began in a shaky voice. Clearing her throat, she continued, "I said that I don't want a 'second round'. I had fun, and now I'm leaving." She smiled sweetly at him. "Thanks, Blondie." She winked and turned around to leave the room.

Smirking, she reached for the doorknob and began pulling the door open. She jumped as a large hand with long fingers pushed the door closed from behind her. "Now, why would you leave so soon, Clary?" He whispered in her ear, causing her to shiver at the contact between her cold skin and his warm breath.

Fuck! That's all I needed. He fucking knows my name.

She felt Golden Man's arm going around her waist, pulling her quickly against him. She gasped. The warmth from his chest was radiating quickly to her back. Her cheeks flushed at the boldness of his actions.

His hand was still on the door as he whispered on her ear, "Didn't you enjoy my company yesterday? I enjoyed yours, baby. Quite a lot, actually. Now, if the problem is that you don't remember," he began trailing his lips against her jaw, "we could change that." Shivering in his hold, she fought for restrain in her body. It was becoming incredibly hard.

Letting out a shaky breath, she made up her mind. She turned around in his embrace and put her hands on his chest. She looked down and instantly closed her eyes at what she saw.

Damn it. He's still naked, she thought. The condom box wasn't lying, she realized as an afterthought.

Opening her eyes, she came upon the eyes of the Golden Man. They were dark, almost brown. She couldn't help thinking how the cause of it was herself. She also realized that he was more than a head taller than her. She smirked and looked at his lips.

"Oh, Blondie. You know I'm nothing like those bimbos you go to sleep with all the time, right?" She asked in what she hoped was a seductive voice.

"No," came his husky response.

Supporting herself on his shoulders, she got on tiptoes and brought her mouth next to his ear. "Then I guess," she began. Moving her lips towards his, she felt the hand on her back bringing her closer still. "you know the problem is not remembering, but forgetting."

Getting away from his warm, naked body, she opened the door—since Golden Man had already taken his hand away—and slid out. But not before smiling and winking at his baffled expression.

Walking down the stairs of the building, she fanned her burning cheeks as a goofy grin spread across her face.

w.^.w

He watched, from his comfy CEO chair, as his secretary put on her bra and business shirt on. She kept bringing her hazel eyes up to his smiling or winking. He didn't even bother trying to reciprocate any of the actions. He was getting bored of this one . . . Rae? Was that her name? He shrugged. He could care less.

Sipping up her skirt, she turned to him flipping her dirty blonde hair. "Anything else I could help you with, Mr. Wayland?" Her voice was low and he couldn't help but notice that she trying to make it sound like that. His lip turned up in disgust.

"No, thank you. That would be all." She nodded and started walking towards the door. "Wait," he said remembering something. When he looked up, he saw her smiling at him with an eyebrow raised. He internally rolled his eyes. "You're fired, Rae."

He would have laughed at the girl's expression. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped. "What? Why? And it's Rachel."

Shrugging at her, he went back to looking at his computer. "Aline is suspecting. Besides," he picked up a folder from his desk, "This sale's report was badly done. I could have done it better. But that's the point of being the boss, Rae," he looked up at her. "You hire people to do the job for you." He shrugged again. "If you can't even do your job right then I don't need you here. Thank you for working at Wayland Corporative."

Rolling on his chair, he heard the door slamming shut.

Sixteenth, he thought sourly, and none of them know how to do their job.

He heard the door opening again and smiled to himself. "Finally!" Rolling around once again in his chair, he came upon his best friend.

Chuckling, he said, "You really hated her."

She rolled her green eyes at him as she took a seat in front of him. "Are you shitting me? She was annoying and thought everyone was below her." Flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder she slouched on the chair.

"They never last more than two months here, Camille. You know that. Did you see this sale's report?" She passed it to her. Looking over it, a smile began growing on her face.

"Wow . . . Not only annoying, but stupid as well? Why not put two plus two equals three for all she did here. This is basically last month's report with a few changes." She began putting her thick, straight hair on a bun. "Sometimes, I feel ashamed of being a female."

"You're so dramatic, Camille." He said with a smile as he checked his computer again. "The CEO from Tyson's hasn't responded to our offer," he grinned as he looked over at his friend. "You wouldn't mind using your 'charming skills', would you?" Camille groaned.

"No, Jace! I wouldn't mind using my 'charming skills' with Matthew Tyson, but he retired and they put Asshole Verlac in his place." She huffed. "I hate that dude."

He smirked and stood up from his chair. Grabbing the handheld phone, he began walking towards Camille. "As do I, my friend. But sometimes you have to suck it up." He held the phone to her. She groaned one more time before snatching it away.

She began dialing. "I hate you so much, J—Hello!" her demeanor changed drastically as she spoke to the person on the other side of the phone line. "Yes, I'm calling from Wayland Corporative. I would like to speak with Mr. Verlac." She twirled around a stray hair from around her forehead as she waited. "Oh, really?" Jace noticed how she went for a sad tone, but since he had known her for a fair share of years, he could detect the sarcasm in her voice. "Well, please inform him that Camille Belcourt called. Thank you."

She hung up and immediately began celebrating. "Yes!"

"You'll still talk to him when he calls back." He said as he walked back to his seat.

Camille rolled her eyes. "So what? Gives me time to think of how I will approach the dumbass."

"Always the subtle, Cam." He said, smiling.

"Just like you've always like me," she replied and winking at him. "So . . ." she began, "How's Aline?" Jace sighed.

"The perfect housewife. Sex's still good, so I can't complain." Camille scowled.

"I don't want to know what you and your wife do, Jace. It's none of my business. As your Best Man all I have to do is be nice to her and have a say on the children's names." Jace scrunched up his nose.

"Kids . . . I don't think I'm mature enough for that yet." Camille laughed.

"I agree. You're twenty-six and you are already on your second marriage," she paused looking at his left hand. "Where's your ring?"

Jace looked at his hand. "Probably at the apartment." Camille raised an eyebrow.

"You slept at the apartment last night? Fight with Aline?" He shook his head.

"No. Went to a party this Bane dude hosted and . . ." He began smirking, remembering his morning. "Let's just say I had a little fun last night." Camille rolled her green eyes, and Jace was reminded of another pair of green eyes.

"You know I don't like it when you cheat on your wife, but I'm not blind. You've slept with all your secretaries. And who knows how many other girls out there." Jace smiled at Camille.

"She left me standing, Cam." That got Camille's attention as she sat up straight.

"W—what?" Jace smirked.

"Yeah. I mean, we had sex, but we were both drunk. This morning she just left me wanting more." Camille grinned.

"Well, this is certainly a first. Neither Kaelie nor Aline are like that. You just married them because of their 'skill'," Camille said rolling her eyes.

"You know that's not true. I thought I actually loved Kaelie, but then she got cling—"

"Like all the others," Camille interrupted.

Jace shot her a look. "And I met Alin—"

"Who was your secretary," Camille interrupted again.

Jace rolled his eyes. "I do love her, Cam."

"Whatever." Camille waved her hand. "So what was this girl's name?"

"Clary. For some reason, I think she doesn't know my name."

Camille gasped mockingly. "Oh, my God! Someone doesn't know Jace Wayland's name? Call MTV!"

Jace rolled his eyes and looked at the clock. "Let's grab some lunch."

Camille stood up immediately. "I thought you'd never ask."

So, chapter one! :D I'm so excited for this one. Yes, I added Camille because, well, she's amazing. And I love her. :D
This chapter is dedicated to three amazing girls. BlondeHairBlueEyes14 for just being awesome and threatening me constantly. camibandlover for her help on some names . . . ;) And last, but not least, my ultramegafriend 07XReflectional. I could get nothing done without her. Check these girls' stories out! :D

I hope this grabbed the interest of more of you wonderful readers. If you have ANY suggestion, or flame ;D, just . . .

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