Chapter 15-

Hey….

So, uh, do you hate me?

I'm sorry, my life's been crazy and I know that's no excuse. I'll try to make it up to you guys. My goal is to have all my fanfictions done by the end of the summer but that's probably not going to happen lol.

To make up for my awfulness, I'm going to make this chapter extra juicy.

Anyways, sorry for the plot holes in the last chapter I realized that when you guys pointed it out in the reviews… I'm sorry, I'm going to probably re-write that chapter soon (or my definition of soon which is months). I need a beta, I think, because I forget what happens in my own stories sometimes.

So, if anyone wants to beta for me, hmu and we'll discuss. I'd be so grateful for anyone willing to sort through my terrible grammar and writing.

But in the mean time, big thanks to my reviewers as always, you guys keep me writing-

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I was in a state of perfect bliss when I woke up.

It was like one of those picture perfect movie scenes, the morning sun bathing the white linens in a soft glow, the birds chirping outside of the window, the sex god lying next to me…..

What was less perfect was the pounding hangover, but that was easily solved. I always kept a stash of drugs in my purse. (Tylenol, what else?)

"Hey, are you gonna share?" Jace's sleep husky voice startled me. I looked up at him and my heart almost literally skipped a beat. He looked so… so perfect in the bed, his hair messed up from our activities last night, his slow sexy grin.

"I don't know if you deserve it, you did take advantage of an intoxicated young maiden…," I joked, winking to let him know I was. His face had adorably turned ashen when he thought he took advantage of me. I tossed him two pills anyways, padding my way to the bathroom for some water.

The morning after was always awkward, but this was… less, somehow. It seemed comfortable, despite the fact that I told him I loved him (indirectly, but still) and normally I would be running for the hills in this situation. But it seemed so right, and it seemed so long overdue, that getting all my feelings out for him seemed like a relief. It was a relief to clarify my inner turmoil about my feelings for him.

Yes, somehow I, Clarissa Adele Fray, fell for this arrogant, annoying, self-absorbed asshole that calls himself Jace Wayland.

And yes, I did know how fucked up this entire situation was. That was the other half of the turmoil. Sighing, I filled up one of the disposable cups in the bathroom with tap water and returned to the bodacious blonde in bed.

"Water, my love?" I joked, offering the cup to him. He reached for it eagerly but I held drank it instead, leaving half. He pouted adorably.

"But… I thought you liked me," he put on his best puppy dog look. And I have to admit, it was damn good one. I shook my head teasingly, giggling.

My phone buzzed at that moment and I tried to dive for it but Jace beat me to it.

"Woah, chill, is it your secret lover?" he asked with a grin, answering. "Hello, Clary's sex slave, how may I help you?"

My eyes widen as I see the name on the phone. Jace hasn't noticed yet but he will-

"Dad?" Jace gasped shocked. His eyes snap to mine and I swallow hard. He drops the phone and I can see all the confusion in his eyes, the gears in his head churning furiously, trying to make sense of it all.

I cry my eyes out.

It's ugly.

I can feel my face get red and my eyes get puffy. Tears are streaming down my cheeks and I just want Jace to hold me but he looks at me like he doesn't want anything to do with me. A childish part of me prays that aliens come down to erase his memory or something!

But they don't.

He's waiting for an explanation that I don't want to give. It takes a few breaths until I calmed myself down enough to begin forming words.

"Jace… I… I," I stutter out, "I, um…"

And then everything spews out. I tell him everything. I tell him about Sebastian, about Maia, about all the men and then about Robert. I tell him how I wanted to leave Robert for a long time since I started feeling for Jace but I couldn't because of the deal. I tell him about the dates, about the sex, about the money. I tell him it was all about the money, to keep me and Maia fed and I never cared for Robert. I trip over my words, I blubber and sob so much that I don't think he understands. But he does. And it's awful.

There's a silence as he processes what he's heard.

Then he stands abruptly, pulling on his clothes quickly. He leaves his shirt undone in his haste and he digs out his wallet, throwing an hundred dollar bill onto the bed. "Guess that's what I owe you for last night, right? Fucking whore."

And he's out of the room so fast that I can't think of a way to beg him to stay.

My afternoon is a flurry of champagne and mimosas and classy, celebratory alcoholic drinks that is the opposite of what I'm feeling. I must've spent over $2000 on drinks alone, throwing up four times in the toilet. I've called for more Kleenex more times than I can count and each time, the attendant looks at me with more and more disgust and pity.

At around 4, Robert finds me.

He storms in, his eyes crackling with anger. I see his arm swing back and I cower but he brings his hand down on my cheek. I'm momentarily blinded by pain but I just lie there, all cried out.

"YOU HAVE EMBARESSED ME IN FRONT OF MY ENTIRE FAMILY!" he roars as I lay catatonically on the bed, "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'VE DONE, YOU STUPID WHORE! JACE TOLD MY WIFE, AND NOW WE'RE GETTING DIVORCED! HOW DARE YOU RUN AROUND WITH ANOTHER MAN, MY SON FOR THAT MATTER! THIS ARRANGEMENT IS OVER!" he seems to calm down a little before he tells me that he's paid for a taxi back to queens with my suitcase already packed in there and that it's the last time he wants to see me.

And I couldn't care less.

So, did you like? Hate? Let me know in the review box below.

Also, I might be starting another fanfic called Square (I know, I should probably finish the ones I have first) but let me know what you think.

Basically, Jace thinks his mom is boring and never had fun in her life until he finds a box of old magazines upstairs with his mom's picture in it with a rock star named Valentine. He thinks Valentine might be his father (as his mother is single) and embarks on a road trip to find him. He meets a girl named Clary and drama ensues…

I don't wanna give too much away so tell me what you think. I've also never written a full story in a guy's perspective so it may be interesting.

Again, please don't hate me. I'll try to be better at updating.