"There's a valet. Just give him the keys. I'll meet you down in the lobby." Magnus explained. He'd given me live directions to where he lived my whole drive there.

I know, I know. You don't use your phone when you drive. At this point I didn't really care. I just wanted to see Magnus again. I thought he'd be at JJ's or work but it was neither.

I wished the night before had never ended. I should have asked Magnus to take me back home with him. I wouldn't have had to get up early or lie to my Mother again or talk to Jace at all.

I'd be happy then.

I could have quite happily lived with Magnus. Magnus who, by the looks of the building, clearly earned a lot more than the average person in his trade. That way I would never need to go home to serving coffee to make ends meet or awkward encounters with Robert and Annamarie ever again.

"Darling." Magnus sighed sadly when I walked in. I was only just about holding it together and he knew it.

For some reason what Jace had said had really hurt me. It shouldn't have because he hadn't said much; but it did. He meant a lot more than he said with words.

"I hate him..." I croaked. Magnus frowned more.

"Let's get you upstairs." He said as he put an arm over my shoulders and guided me to the lift. If I hadn't been giving Magnus all of my attention I would have been impressed by the building itself. "Friends can be idiots."

"Jace is more than an idiot." I muttered. Magnus started moving his thumb in comforting circles over my shoulder.

"I'm sure he didn't want to upset you. He's worried for the same reason your Mother would be."

"He thinks you're using me."

The quiet that followed wasn't awkward like the quiet when I first told Magnus I loved him, or like the stressed quiet in the car with Jace. Magnus didn't need to talk. Just having him there was making me feel better.

Jace really was stupid. If Magnus didn't care I wouldn't have been there. He could have hung up on me and said he was at work but he didn't. Instead he was there to look after me. He listened like he always did.

Then we were in his place. It was basically as I thought it would be. It was all modern and designer. There were blown-up posters in glass casing on the walls; memorabilia of the best pictures he'd taken or times his designs had been photographed. In a couple of them I noticed that model from Izzy's magazines. I thought maybe some time I'd have to ask Magnus if he'd met her. My sister would flip out with excitement.

There were other things I had to do though. Things I'd decided were very important since my conversation with Jace. I turned to Magnus seriously as he strode over to see what I was looking at.

"Have sex with me." I said.

Magnus looked about as surprised as he would have been if I'd asked him to borrow his glitter. Which he'd actually been wearing a little less of. He didn't seem to know what to say and took a moment to find the words.

"Alexander, believe me when I say it isn't that I don't want to, but you're very upset right now."

I knew that he'd resist. That's because Magnus was a good guy. He didn't want to be the guy who took advantage. He went to lengths not to be anything like the person Jace thought he was.

"But you do want to, right? I don't want anybody to be able to say you made me. I wanted to ask you." I held onto Magnus' hands and did my best to look like I was confident. I was confident. I had no reason not to be. There was nobody I wanted to do that with other than Magnus.

"I'm pretty sure you told me, instead of asking." Magnus smirked.

Good. If he was smirking then he wasn't being all worried about me anymore.

"Do this with me." I pleaded. And I kissed him. His lips felt as right against mine as they had the night before. "I love you." I reminded him.

When I next saw into his eyes it was obvious that Magnus had made a decision. He walked away from me and I worried that that meant rejection.

Until he called back; "Are you coming or not?"

I was catching my breath, coming down from what I could only assume was what the word 'euphoria' was invented for. Magnus was still with me, his head in the crook of my neck planting kisses along my collar bone and whispering things in a voice I wanted to spend the rest of my life listening to.

I kissed the top of his head; it was the only part of him I could reach in our position. He looked up like he was making sure I was still there.

I almost got the chance to smile back at him before somebody walked in and I instinctively pushed him off.

"Shit." Magnus cursed. I was busy covering myself up to pay much attention.

"Who is this?" A woman's outraged voice shouted.

She was beautiful, even if she was yelling, I had to concede it. You know beauty even if it isn't the kind of beauty you like. She had green eyes which were filled with anger, but I recognised them. I recognised her face and the way her blonde hair was curled. She was the actress from the magazines and the photos in the hall.

"Who are you?" I snapped back; even though I knew who she was. Camille Belcourt. An idol to girls like my sister everywhere.

What I wanted to know who she was to Magnus.

But I think I already had a pretty good idea.

We both looked at Magnus for an explanation. I was expecting him to look shocked or panicked or sorry. Instead he just looked annoyed. And even a little bored.

He was running a hand through his hair, still slightly damp from our activities. I could hardly speak.

"You have another..." I began, then hesitated realising I didn't know how to finish that sentence. "There's a woman?"

A humourless laugh came from the doorway. It made my stomach flip, and not in a good way. I thought I was going to throw up all over Magnus' bed.

"I think you'll find you're the 'other', chérie." Camille said in a heavy French accent, striding over to me on graceful legs which reminded me of how she'd modelled in that showcase even though she wasn't particularly tall or as young as the usual models. She was a guest star or something.

That would explain why Magnus had been free to leave his phone off that night. She wasn't about to call him from the catwalk.

Maybe I should have been worried about the pretty people he worked with after all. Or maybe not. When she displayed her left hand in front of my face I started to shake, realising work most likely had nothing to do with it.

She was wearing a wedding band and sharply letting me know: "I'm his wife."

"Darling..." Magnus interjected. And it hurt that I didn't know which one of us he was talking to.

The room had started to spin. Words failed me, I stuttered.

"I... I... I"

I what? I couldn't believe it. I felt sick. I was so, so sorry.

My clothes hadn't gotten very far but getting up completely bare in front of Magnus' wife to retrieve them was by far the worst experience of my life. I tried to be fast but my body wouldn't let me. It felt like I was surrounded by fog thick as mud. I couldn't breathe with the lump in my throat.

What had I done?

Goodness, posting this is terrifying. I hope it meets expectations and that it, you know, 'fits'. Thank you all so much for reading. The next chapter "So Much More Than Sorry" is coming very soon.