OH YEAH, two chapters within hours of each other baby.

*Whispers* Nobody puts baby in a corner.

CLARY'S POV-

Her head rested on his damp chest that rose and fell softly with his breathing. They had been laying there for a while; the couch in the office had proven to be more comfortable than expected, big enough for the both of them. Raphael was lazily drawing circles with his thumb on her lower back, his nose buried in her mess of hair; deeply inhaling from time to time. He squeezed Clary closer to his body and let out a satisfied sound, "Mhmm I could go for round three."

Clary looked up at him and chuckled but started to pull away to get up. He didn't try to stop her from getting her clothes back on and even let out a chuckle of his own when she winced at the pain in her abdomen. "Even if I didn't have to get going I don't think my body could handle round three."

That's when he did get up himself. "What do you mean go? Why do you have to leave? I don't mind you spending-" Clary's lips abruptly cut him off and just like that he dropped the matter and poured just as much effort as she did into the kiss.

When she did pull away she said, "I do have to go though. My brother will worry."

Wrinkles formed on his forehead when he frowned at her. "Jonathan can't always be your guard dog, he isn't your parents-" Clary's sharp intake made him wish he hadn't said that. "I'm so sorry Clary I didn't mean to-"

She shook her head and then gently smiled at him, though she could tell he knew it was fake. "It's okay Raph, really." She looked toward the door and then had a second thought, "Can I go out the terrace?"

Raphael seemed relieved she let the situation of her parents drop. He walked over to the double doors and pushed them open. "Of course, just let me get changed and I'll walk you home."

"No, please it's alright. This is your house you should stay and make sure it doesn't burn down to the ground or something." She laughed, making her way onto the terrace before turning around to see an unpleased Raphael getting dressed. "Don't worry I'll make it home alright."

He walked over to her and pushed a piece of her hair behind her ear. "I know, but a man can still worry over such a seductive…" He kissed her forehead, "…sexy…" He kissed her nose, "…spectacular in the sack…" Clary jokingly slapped his chest; he laughed and kissed her jaw, "…beautiful woman." Clary couldn't help put grabbed his face and meet their lips together.

He pulled back and leaned his forehead on hers. "Mhmm don't go."

"I have to." She whispered against his lips, giving him a light peck and then hopping over the short terrace fence and walking up the side of the house to the front.

As she walked home she hoped Jace wouldn't be walking home as well. She wanted kick, punch, and mangled every bone in his body. She wondered what his reaction would be when he found out she gave something so precious away to Raphael instead of Jace, whom she had been saving it for all those years. But that stupid prick had been cheating on her! She shouldn't feel bad for having sex with someone else when he was doing the same. The only thing she felt bad about was Raphael. How would he react when he found out that Jace cheating on Clary pushed her to sleep with him? Sure she loved it; he was gentle and caring in every way she could imagine.

But she couldn't shake the feeling that she had used Raphael.

She stopped and snorted, people would probably say that he used her in her vulnerable state. She stopped again and for the first time wondered if she did let Raphael use her but she quickly shook the idea from her head. She had practically begged him to do it; he didn't force her into anything.

When she reached the Herondale House she realized three cars were missing; one was Jonathan's that hadn't been home when she left but she assumed he'd be home by now, then Celine's, and finally Jace's. It gave her some sick satisfaction that he might be out looking for her. She and Raphael had been in that office for a while.

She wasn't that thrilled to walk into the house knowing Stephen was home but he was harmless she remembered. He was always so kind to her and her brother throughout the years, she knew that his anger he showed earlier was just because of his secrets spilling out.

But none the less she probably wouldn't see him, all she wanted was to lock her door and dive into bed. She opened her bedroom door ready to do just that but was frozen in shock when she saw Stephen on her bed his hand wrapped around his thing with a pair of what looked like her panties.

"Clary…" He moaned, his eyes closed and head tilted up as if looking toward heaven. But jacking off with a pair of your son's girlfriend's panties while saying her name was not a heavenly act.

She finally unfrozen and screamed, "Stephen!?"

He jumped off her bed and looked at her like a deer in headlights. "Clary I can explain!"

"You…You've been the one stalking me!" She realized in horror and started to back away from him.

He seemed to realize this and started forward, "I-I…I lied to you."

She didn't know what possessed her to not run screaming but she stopped her retreat and looked up at him. "First, put that thing away and then second, tell me what you lied about." Stephen looked down and realized his male part was still out and quickly shoved it back into his pants, at least having the decency to look embarrassed.

"Maybe you should sit-" He gestured for her to sit on her bed but stopped when she put a hand up.

"No, I don't think I'll sit where you were a minute ago masturbating with my underwear. Now you tell me what the fuck you lied about you perv."

Red flamed his cheeks and he cleared his throat. "Your mother and I were in love and it did stop a year before her death but the details I told you weren't true." He took a deep breath, "Celine found out about it and went straight to your father. He loved Jocelyn so much that he agreed to forget about it if she put a stop to it. Your mother loved me, Clarissa. She loved me. But she agreed to put an end to our affair because of you and Jonathan." Clary blinked at all this information but didn't interrupt. "Mine and Celine's relationship didn't recover like theirs. We loathed each other. I hated her for making me give up Jocelyn. When your mother died I was even further heartbroken. At her funeral I saw you and you were so beautiful…and just looked so much like her. I found myself becoming infatuated with you because of the resemblance."

Clary shook her head in disgust. "I'm twenty five years younger than you!" She then realized it was a good time to run. Run fast and far. She darted out of the room and ran downstairs, trying to reach the door.

"Clary!"

She turned around as a reflex and then she heard the bang.

JACE'S POV-

"I cheated on Clary." Those words tasted like vinegar coming out his mouth.

"What?!" Jonathan snarled at him, grabbing the front of his shirt and dragging him closer.

"Jon- You don't know what she did!"

That seemed to infuriate Jonathan even more, "I don't care what she did! That doesn't mean shit for an excuse of cheating."

Jace felt like throwing himself down the stairs and hoping no one would come to his rescue. "I know, I know. I'm such a fucking idiot. She just got me so mad provoking the stalker and she didn't think anything was wrong with that and she didn't realize how that could hurt me. I wanted to get back at her but at the same time I didn't want her to know I was getting back at her. I certainly didn't expect her to walk in-"

Jonathan looked horrified. "She walked in on you cheating on her?!"

Jace nodded shamefully, "Listen she ran out and I need to find her. You can kick my ass later. In fact bring a few guys with you to kick my ass but right now we need to find her. The stalker could attack her while vulnerable and alone."

"Oh now you care? I'm sure you didn't when you were buried inside some whore!"

Jace winced at the comment but knew it was true.

Jonathan sighed and composed himself; it looked like it was taking every single bone in his body not to punch Jace in the face. "We are going to find Clary and you are to leave her the hell alone if she doesn't want to speak with you. Got it?"

Jace eagerly nodded and the both searched the house trying to locate the short red head. When they turned up with nothing they raced home where Jace picked up his car and him and Jonathan went separate ways to find her, searching her favorite places in town. She couldn't have gotten that far, she was quite lazy for someone so in shape. Jace had just left the front of Clary's favorite closed, at this time, art store when Jonathan texted him that they should head home and check there again since it was getting so late.

"Where could she be dammit?" Jace cursed, unlocking the front door.

"She better hope her ass is snuggly in bed." Jonathan mumbled.

The key clicked the lock open and Jace punched the code in. He swung the door open, praying that Clary was home. Him and Jonathan stopped dead in their tracks and stared down at the floor in horror.

Jace could feel his eyes burning with tears.

Oh my god…

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