A Deadly Obsession

Part 11

"Oh my God, Jace!" she yelled rushing to him.

"Clary! Were you trying to kill me?" he asked, holding the back of his head while he sat on the floor. She bent down gently holding his head in her hands. He looked up at her with a dazed look.

"Jace, I'm so sorry. I thought you were a crazy stalker." she said checking his head for damage where she hit him. She found a lump the size of a small egg. "Are you okay?" she asked concerned, looking into his eyes.

"Much better now." he said huskily. He was just staring at her with a look like he was seeing a beautiful sunset that he couldn't look away from. That's when she realized how close they were. Their faces were only an inch apart. She could feel his breath on her lips while her hands gently held his head still. Clary looked down at herself and noticed she was basically straddling him on the floor. She blushed and got off of him, much to the disappointment that was obvious in his eyes. She held her hand out to help him up. He quickly schooled his disappointment and took her hand and stood up, finally taking in the destroyed room.

"What happened?" he asked looking at everything.

"Some asshole broke in and trashed the place." she said going over to her suit case to finish putting her stuff into it. She put more clothes into her bag and threw in her sketch book and art supplies. All of her makeup was ruined so she would just have to buy more of it. "Man, Izzy is going to freak out when I call her." The bastard not only trashed her stuff, but Izzy's as well. All of Izzy's makeup was dumped all over her shoes and clothes, completely destroying all of them. "She is going to have a heart attack when she sees this mess".

"What the hell?" Jace said. Clary looked up at him where he was standing by her bed and looking up at the words craved into the wall.

"Last warning. You are mine."

"Clary, who could have done this?" Jace said. Concern and anger was clear in his voice. Clary wondered if she should tell Jace about Sebastian. He could either help or make it worse. Jace walked closer to her, searching into her green eyes with his own gold ones.

"Clary, this is important. I need to know. Whoever did this is dangerous." he pleaded with her.

"Can we go somewhere else and I will tell you. I don't feel safe here anymore." Clary said tiredly, running her hand down her face.

"Yes. I will just call into the station and get someone down here to take pictures and gather evidence. You will be staying at my place till we catch the bastard." Jace said. Clary tried to protest but Jace quickly cut her off before she could say anything. "I will not take no for an answer. You're coming home with me so I can make sure you're safe."

"Fine...since I don't have a choice." Clary sighed. She took her suitcase and walked out of her dorm with Jace trailing behind her on his iPhone.

A short time later they made it to Jace's flat. It was a small building compared to all of the other buildings but Jace had the whole top floor to himself. They walked in and the first thing Clary noticed was the all white and black living room. There were large windows that looked out at the city but all you could really see was another building and the streets. A large white couch, black comfy chair, and a white version of the same chair was on either side of the couch. A simple black coffee table was in front of the couch and under it was a large white rug. The floors were dark shade of wood while the walls were white with black lining. The place was simple, homey, and modern all at the same time.

"So, what do you think?" Jace whispered in her ear, startling her.

"You really like black and white." she said turning around to face him, stepping back a little from his closeness.

"I guess, but it's not my favorite." He shrugged his jacket off, putting it in a closet by the front door.

"Oh really? So what is your favorite then?" she asked as she watched him walk closer to her. She watched as his muscles flexed thought his tight white shirt. You could see black tattoos lined his chest and arms. Three of the buttons of his shirt were open, exposing a little of his honey tan chest.

"It was black but now I have to say green." he said. His voice was deep and husky, making her weak at the knees. She realized how close he was to her when they were only few inches apart. She looked up at him, her eyes moving across his prefect angular face. Her eyes traced his perfect jaw line that had a little stubble covering it, but it only added to his looks. Her eyes locked with his.

'God, the things I want to do you.' she thought. Her eyes must have been giving her away because his eyes darkened with lust as he stared at her. His hooded eyes flickering from her eyes to her lips. The room was silent; the only noise was the sound of their heaving breathing. Her eyes looked at his perfect pump lips that her body was begging to touch. Just before their lips were about to touch, Jace's phone rang, ending the spell between them. He cursed and picked up the phone and stepped away from her.

"What?" he growled into the phone. "Oh, Alec, it's you...Yeah she's fine. She is going to stay at my place for a while....Okay, I will tell her....I can't promise that....Yeah, whatever, bye." he said and hung up the phone.

"What did he say?" asked Clary.

"He was making sure your were alright. He talked to Izzy and she is staying with her boyfriend for a while. Izzy wants you to call her. By the way, she was freaking out....oh, and he told me to keep my hands to myself. " he said and winked at her.

"So, are you going to show me my room or am I sleeping on the couch?" she said, not wanting to look him. She was afraid she would get caught up in those eyes again. God, no man has made her feel this turned on without even touching her before.

"Follow me. I have a guest room you can stay in." he said walking towards a hallway. She took a deep breath and followed him.

"This is my room." He gestured to the first door. "This is your room." He gestured to the door across from his. "Down the hall is a gym and my office/library. Feel free to read any book you like. Just don't mess with my desk is all I ask." he said and opened the door to her room. They stepped into the room and just like the living room, it was black and white. A large king sized canopy bed was in the middle. It was black framed with white sheets black and white pillows and a white net covered the top. The carpet was white and a black fur rug was under the bed, sticking out so when you got off the bed, your feet would touch it. The walls were white with a black pattern that made it look like tall thin trees were all around. There were black night stands on both sides of the bed while a black dresser sat on the right side of the wall. A black vanity dresser set on the opposite wall. In the center of the ceiling was a small black chandelier with clear crystals dangling from it. The room was beautiful. It's definitely a lot bigger and nicer than her dorm room.

"You have your own bathroom too." he said and pointed at the white door. "Well, I will let you get settled in." he said, backing up towards the open door. "Oh, and Clary? After you're done, I expect you to tell me what's going on." he reminded her and walked of the room, closing the door behind him.

Clary put her bag down and fell onto the big bed, letting out a frustrated breath. "How the hell am I going to live with a man that I want to jump every time I see him?" she thought. "God, I need to get laid but that is how I got into this mess in the first place."

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