*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:

Can't Stop- Red Hot Chilli Peppers

Steady, As She Goes- The Raconteurs

Heh, I honestly don't know how you will respond . . . :D

Chapter Four

"Blue, pink, or white?" He asked, his blue eyes looking disapprovingly at the orange he had decided not to use as an option.

She smirked. "How about that green behind you?" He looked at her with a frown before turning around and seeing three other colors of boxes there. He scoffed as he grabbed the green.

"At least you didn't ask for the red," he murmured as he placed the box inside the shopping cart.

"I've got too much red already, Alec." She grinned because it was true. Red flowered wallpaper, red bed spreadsheet, red bathroom accessories. She looked back at her friend. "Thanks for coming with me."

He shrugged with a smile. "I prefer hanging out with you than with Isabelle. Besides, she ditched you. My sister is too mean to you." Clary rolled her eyes as she pushed the cart towards the clock's aisle.

"She and Simon ditch me all the time nowadays. It's almost religion for them." Alec grimaced.

"It's disgusting." He stopped in front of a cat clock, all with the tail swaging back and forth.

"Are you talking about the cat," she pointed, "Or your sister and my best friend?"

"Both," he said with a lift to his voice as he moved to an owl clock. "I like this one."

Clary laughed as she looked at the clock. It was very pretty. It was medium sized with a soft bronze-slash-gold-like color. Its eyes were closed and instead of the wings being closed, it had them wide open, showing perfectly chiseled feathers.

Picking it up to place it inside her cart, she complimented Alec on his good taste.

"I learned it all from you, Clary," he said with a wave of his hand. Clary chuckled with a roll of her eyes.

"That's true. But still, you should learn to accept compliments."

"Uh-huh, sure. Anyways, why didn't you ask that Jacob kid to come help you with your apartment shopping?" He asked as they walked to the kitchen ware. She frowned.

"Jacob . . . Oh! You mean Jordan? The guy Isabelle set me up with?" Alec nodded. "Well, I didn't really leave a good impression. And he is so not a kid. I bet he is your age." He raised an eyebrow with a small smile.

"Not the point. Did you ask the waiter for an autograph because he looked like Russell Crow in front of him?" Clary bit her lip to prevent herself from laughing.

"No," she replied controlled, although she wanted to laugh very, very hard. "That was in Olive Garden." Alec smirked as, Clary imagined, he remembered that time. "No, we were at this fancy restaurant I hadn't been before. I really don't remember the name. It was in Italian, I think. Point is, I left him in the restaurant after half an hour of being there."

He raised an eyebrow. "Now, why did you do that?"

Clary blushed. "I sort of came across this one person . . ." She trailed off as he remembered the pain in her hand after slapping him. "Alec, when you feel bad about someone what do you do?"

Alec looked at Clary with a confused expression since she had changed the subject so drastically. "Um, what do you mean 'feel bad'? As in, pity or—"

"Instinct," she interrupted. "Like, you have a bad feeling about someone."

"Is that what you felt with Jordan?" Clary shook her head.

"No, not at all. Jordan was perfectly fine. It's just . . . There was this guy there that I know, and I really never liked him, only that he is very—and I mean very—good looking."

"You slept with him?" He asked nonchalantly as he looked at purple pans. Clary stopped her cart.

"Isabelle told you!" She shrieked. Alec's eyes widened.

"You did? Clary! I was just kidding!" She smacked her hand against her forehead.

"Ah, damn." Looking at Alec she knew she had blown it. "Yeah, I did, but it was nothing. I swear. But . . . He really pissed me off that night. I'd never acted like that since the Lindsey incident in high school." We both shuddered. "I thought my temper was finally under control."

"Getting a purple eye sure makes you want to change. It worked for you. Well . . . At least for the last, what? Eight years?" Their eyes widened. "I felt so old saying that."

"You make me feel old," she told him as she placed cups inside the car. He rolled his eyes at her.

"You still look nineteen. By the time I was graduating from high school, people thought I was twenty-three. Be proud of your height."

"Thank you." She rolled her eyes. "No, but really. I've always had a bad feeling around him. Besides, his ass-y attitude does nothing to help his case."

"So, attractive, asshole, and with money I bet." Clary sighed defeated with a frown.

"Their all the same, huh?" She glanced at Alec. "Do I just have the great luck of finding them like that, or is every single guy out there the same?"

Alec cocked his head to the side as he thought about it. "Probably the latter." Clary cracked a smile.

"You're not like that, Alec." He rolled his eyes.

"I can be if I want to, but I reserve that for strangers and your brother." He shrugged as he looked at a mixer. "Do you really need one? I remember mom always having one but never using it."

Shaking her head she moved on. "I don't have the time or energy to make my own drinks."

Alec coughed, and it sounded a lot like "lazy", but she wouldn't point that out. "Anyways, what did you do t—"

Clary jumped as "Moves like Jagger" began playing from her purse. Alec cracked a smile at her as she began fishing for it. Once she did, she saw a name that would've made her raise an eyebrow if she could.

Jace Wayland.

They had exchanged phone numbers after he had walked her home the night of the incident at the restaurant.

Just shoot for the stars,
If it feels right, then aim for my heart . . .

She didn't make any move to open her phone at all. Alec noticed.

"Who is it?" Clary looked up at him with a frown.

"Ass Number Two," she replied softly. Alec's eyes and smile widened.

Kiss me 'till you're drunk,
and I'll show you . . .

"You have his number?" Clary rolled her eyes as her ringtone stopped playing.

"Long story, bro. Maybe for another day . . . When you're feeling horny." She began moving to another aisle.

Alec raised an eyebrow. "You slept with him more than twice?" Clary turned to him with wide eyes and red cheeks.

"N—no! Not at all!" She took in a deep breath. "Just once. And I plan on keeping it that way."

The whistling of the song began once more and she rolled her eyes again. Alec snickered to himself.

"Just answer and put it on speaker," he demanded moving to stand next to her. She scowled at him.

"You suck," she said right as she opened her phone. "Clary Fray."

"And I'm Jace Wayland," his voice responded playfully. She could feel the smirk on each of his words. "Didn't want to answer the phone to your new friend?"

"It was on silent, idiot," she said without thinking, then bit her lip from laughing. Alec was grinning as he heard the call.

"Oh, now, was it? I guess I'll just have to believe you." Clary rolled her eyes as a small smile passed through her lips.

"Why must you be calling me on a Saturday, Blondie?"

"Why do you ask? Are you busy or something?" Clary looked up at Alec's smiling face.

"Actually, I am," replied Clary at the same time Alec hissed, "no, she isn't!"

Clary could hear Jace's chuckle as she slapped Alec's arm as she mouthed "treason" to him. Alec shrugged and motioned to the phone.

"I'll take that as a shopping day with the girls?" Clary burst out laughing at that as she looked at Alec who had a frown on his face.

"I do not sound like a girl," he whispered.

"Being compared to a girl isn't a compliment for gays?" Clary asked Alec as he rolled his eyes.

"Being gay doesn't mean we want to be girls. It just means we are attracted to cocks instead of breasts," he said defensively.

"Okay—okay," she replied panting. She grinned. "I apologize."

"I apologize too," they both heard the voice from the phone, slightly amused.

"Oh, right. I was talking to you." She rolled her eyes. "Totally forgot."

"Sure," he said, "Anyways, I was calling to see if you wanted to accompany Camille and me to an auction we're going to." Clary frowned.

"Why do you want me as a third wheel?"

There was a pause, then, "Third wheel?"

"Yeah, I mean, I think I would feel awkward with Camille and you being all lovey-dov—"

She was cut off by laughter. Looking up at Alec, she saw a frown that looked a lot like hers.

"You think Camille and I are together!" He asked after he stopped laughing.

"Well, uh, yeah? I've always thought so. I mean, at the art exhi—"

"We are not together," he said with enough amusement in his voice. Clary's eyes widened.

"Oh, okay then."

"Anyways, are y—" In the background, there was a barely-there sound of four tones ringing. "Oh, shit. Clary, I'll call you back on the details. Camille will be excited you are joining us."

Click.

"Huh, that was nice," commented Alec as he stared at the phone in Clary open hand.

"Yeah . . . Look at the bright side: I'm going to an auction," she said, frowning.

"Didn't you pay me once to get you out of going to an auction with your grandmother?" he asked her, walking down the aisle.

"Huh," she said, closing her phone and stuffing it into her bag. "That's right. I hate auctions."

o.8.o

I can't believe I'm his temporary secretary!

Magnus was sitting on a table outside of Mr. Wayland's office. In plain view of everyone. He couldn't understand why they would choose him for that exactly, but Magnus knew it was embarrassing. Of course, he didn't show it.

Oh, dear Lord, he thought sourly looking at the elevator doors opening.

Walking through them was Aline Penhallow-Wayland. Jimmy Choo shoes, Gucci purse, Dolce & Gabbana glasses, and Chanel being low cut two piece dress.

Magnus rolled his eyes and pressed the button four times before returning to his work. There were only two things Aline would come to the office.

One: to show she just came from a shopping spree.

And two: to make everyone understand that she is Mrs. Wayland.

Of course, she's oblivious to the fact that there are a million girls that Mr. Wayland manipulates into thinking that they are Mrs. Wayland.

Sicko, he thought.

She basically sauntered over to his desk, taking her time to take off her sunglasses. Magnus couldn't deny that, yes, Aline was beautiful. Her features were all rounded quite nicely and she had an amazing body. He also knew that she was all-in-all a good person. Magnus and she just never clicked.

Definitely better than Kaelie, he added as an afterthought.

"Magnus," she said with a small smile. "It's quite nice seeing you."

"I agree," he replied curtly, fixing his glasses. "Jace is quite busy so I don't know if—"

"Jace? Since when do you have the right to call him Jace?" She rolled her eyes. Ah, there's the attitude. "He is Mr. Wayland and I am his," she raised her voice, "wife. Mrs. Wayland." Point Two has been proven.

Give me the strength to not slap her, Lord, he prayed silently.

"And since that is my name, by law," she continued, "I can go in whether you let me or not." She smiled with satisfaction. "Excuse me." She walked up to the door that led to Mr. Wayland's office with the type of strut that impressive women possess.

Eh, keep working on it, sweetie.

o.8.o

"Aline," he greeted with a sigh. "You know how I hate when people barge in my office without notice." She waved her hand dismissively making her bracelets jingle. Jace flinched internally as he took in her outfit.

There goes all my money, he thought.

"You weren't busy, so I don't see why it is such a problem." She took off the top of her beige dress, exposing a black, strapless corset. Jace's lips twisted to a smirk as he saw sit down on one of his chairs. She winked at him, grabbing a tube of lipstick out of her purse.

"I hope you still remembered rule nu—"

"Number one: Lock door once you come in." She rolled her eyes with a smile. "I am not a beginner, Mr. Wayland." She glossed with the sticky substance, making her mouth dark pink and pouty. Jace didn't enjoy that on his face when he kissed him, but it made Aline look hot, so he would let it go.

"Miss Penhallow," he began moving to his computer. "I need a pen. Mind looking for one?" Aline grinned and stood up, moving slowly towards his table. Jace felt arms over his shoulders and hot breath on his right ear. Red nails went directly to his desk, grabbing a pen and bringing back to his hand. "Thank you."

"My pleasure," he heard her say as her hands moved to his shirt, unbuttoning it. "It's getting stuffy in here, don't you think so, Mr. Wayland?"

"Yes, in fact, I do." He turned his chair around and soon had Aline right in front of him. Putting his hands on her hips, he admired the black lace that was surrounding her breasts nicely. "Would you like some help with these," he paused, fingering her skirt, "things?" he finished disgustedly. Aline giggled.

"If you don't mind," she said, pulling his shirt out of his pants. "They are hideous, aren't they?" Jace chuckled and reached up to bit her bottom lip. She moaned and rolled the shirt off his shoulders, leaving his bare chest out in the open.

Without hesitating, Jace unzipped her skirt carefully, not forgetting the tantrum she had when he ripped her "designer shirt". Jace didn't care, but also didn't want to go through that right now.

The skirt fell neatly to the floor, revealing Aline with a pair of matching panties. She went ahead and sat down on his lap, straddling his legs. Hugging his under his arms, she whispered harshly, "Would you like to help me with something else, Mr. Wayland?" Jace smirked, loving the sound of his employee's name for him on her lips.

"I certainly can, Miss Penhallow," he replied before taking her mouth in his.

So, uhm, :D Yeah... Everyone has their bitchy side. *shrugs* Haha! Anyways, here you go, people! :D

OH OH! I ALWAYS FORGET! But well, I'm going to be uploading the picture of how I imagine Jace's tattoo to be. It's actually a picture of my friend's tattoo, and I've gotta say, it's pretty hot. :}

Uh, shout-outs... O.O Yeah... BlondeHairBlueEyes14 because she FINALLY updated. Sportyno1 because she is freaking amazing as I described in RS. And camibandlover and 07XReflectional. Cams is a bitch. Paulina is MY bitch. ;) OH! And Cams helped me with one part... :D

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