The Boss's Daughter

Chapter 5: Night Agreement (3,9K)

Chapter 5: Night Agreement (3,9K)

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Jace's PoV

Though he was sleeping in the most peaceful state he had felt in months, Jace still woke up in the middle of the night with a jolt. He snapped his eyes open, all his senses in alert and his whole body tensed as he tried to understand what could have woken him up so naturally like that. His first instincts were to grab the gun he always had under his pillows, no matter where he slept; but then, he recalled what had happened the night before, and that securing a gun next to his bed wasn't in his mind when he went to sleep.

For a moment, he did not move, his eyes going everywhere as he analysed his surroundings, wondering if someone was maybe in the room. But when he finally rationalised himself, his brain finally relieved of sleep, he figured that he probably woke up on his own, not used to sleep with girls. Well, he often more than once brought a girl to his place to share his bed, but he never actually slept with them. Either they would leave just after the deed, either Jace would spend a sleepless night, staying in the living room.

Silently, and doing his best to not wake the redhead, he sat up; but just as he was about to get up and use the bathroom, he found himself staring at the naked girl sprawled on the bed. The sheets covered most of her body, but she still managed to tuck some beneath her arm, exposing her shoulder and upper back to Jace.

Without being even able to stop himself, Jace removed the few strands of hair that was covering her face and revelled on admiring her visage. And as he did so, Jace saw that there was one more feature about Clarissa's face that he could obsess about. He never paid attention to her face as a whole, because every time he had looked at her, he had mostly looked at her eyes, at the way they were so green and so verdant, at the way he felt that he could get lost in them, and not mind for a single moment. But now that he was really looking at her face, Jace realised that Clarissa's lips were as mesmerising as her eyes. They were plump and red, with that perfectly well-drawn cupid bow above them. For a moment, Jace actually wondered if her lips were actually naturally red, or if they seemed red due to the lack of light.

Gently, he let his fingers barely brush the side of her, going all the way up her forehead, down to her jaw that made her face look like a heart. Then, he caressed her lips, his eyes still looking at her face; and a sudden urge to bend down and kiss her washed over him, forcing him to get up with urgency. With all the difficulty of the world, he looked away from the sleeping redhead, before grabbing his clothes from the floor (making sure to take his gun with him) and heading to the bathroom.

After doing what he had to do, Jace considered taking a shower; but that idea was cut short when his phone fell out of his pocket, revealing to Jace the reason why he woke up in the first place. He had a missed call from Valentine. For a second, Jace remained frozen, staring at his locked screen, a part of his brain wondering how he did not remember that his boss had told him that he would call him during the night, while another part of his brain was doing its best to stop him for overthinking that he just had s*x with Clarissa Morgenstern.

And finally, it was his sense of duty that prevailed, and he swiftly dressed back, splashing his face with cold water before sliding to the right the little missed-icon, in order to call back Valentine. A tiny part of him hoped that Valentine would be occupied otherwise and wouldn't answer, but Jace knew that it was wishful thinking. Clarissa meant the world to her father, and Jace saw on more than one occasion Valentine postpone a meeting to take a call from his daughter.

And just as to prove his point, Valentine answered at the first ring, saying with a patronising tone: "You didn't have to call me right back, Jace. I understand that you need to sleep like the rest of us."

"I woke up naturally," Jace spontaneously lied as he exited the bathroom. After all, a soldier was always supposed to be ready to duty no matter the time.

Naturally, his eyes landed on Clarissa's sleeping form as he walked through the room, and he stopped once he was in front of the window, getting a full view of the city of Tokyo by night. He heard Valentine heave a little on the other end of the phone, making him frown as he wondered if everything was alright back in the US.

"How was your day?"

Jace hesitated, trying to find the right words to describe what he wouldn't qualify as the best day of his life. Far from it. The night, on the other hand ...

"It was very ... girly."

Valentine overtly laughed at that comment, and Jace wondered for a sparse second if Valentine knew that his daughter was going to make him suffer through shopping sprees and other girly things, viciously punishing Jace like that. Though Jace had no idea what Valentine would want to punish him about. Well ... as far as Valentine was concerned.

"She didn't try to sneak out on you?" Valentine asked, surprise clear on his tone, and it was Jace's turn to laugh. Though his laugh was definitely more moderate than Valentine's.

"She did. But I think that your daughter is clever enough to know when a cause is lost and that she made herself a reason early in the morning. You don't have to worry about that, Boss. She won't slip through my fingers."

"I know. That's why I sent you with her. I know that you won't fail me and that she won't manage to bat her lashes at you and get you to leave her on her own in a city where I have so many enemies."

Jace didn't reply anything, mostly because his throat became incredibly tight when Valentine mentioned that he knew he wouldn't fail him. He was more than failing him at this very moment, he was actually betraying him. But Jace didn't have much time to linger on that notion as Valentine asked as if to push on Jace's guilt:

"Anyway, anything you would like to report?"

Jace glanced back at the bed where the redhead hadn't moved since he got up, and his mouth naturally formed words that he did not will out: "Unless you want to put some boundaries on the placed your daughter goes to, when in Japan, no."

"She wants to go clubbing," Valentine said, and Jace could actually picture his boss with half a smile on his lips, knowing his daughter too well to actually ask the question. He was simply stating the fact.

"Affirmative."

"Let her. Clary can be quite a nightmare when she's pissed off, and I don't want to put that on you. Just make sure she goes to bed alone."

Jace didn't even get to appreciate the irony of the words Valentine just uttered, though it wasn't lost on him. Valentine asking him to make sure that Clarissa's bed wouldn't be too crowded when he just crawled out of it ... Still, the irony of the situation wasn't what he bounced back on, instead he assured Valentine of his good will:

"Will do, Sir."

"Anyway, I shouldn't bother you any longer. Go get some sleep, Jace. In fact, you should be the one calling if anything goes wrong. I know that time difference can be a bit of a hassle to handle."

And on those words, Valentine hung up, leaving Jace alone with the sound of silence. For a moment, Jace didn't move, his eyes lost on the view of the illuminated city while his mind was doing its best to not think of what he just did. After what seemed like an indefinite amount of time, Jace slightly heaved and turned his back on the large window.

His eyes automatically fell on the redhead, and he wondered for a moment what he should do. The simple rule of one-nightstands was dictating him to go back to his room, and let her enjoy the rest of her sleep alone; but somehow, Jace felt like it would be tacky for him to do so.

So instead, he just sat on the armchair facing the bed, his eyes set on Clarissa as his mind was everywhere. Under the moonlight, Jace noticed that Clarissa looked like a porcelain doll. He didn't know if it was the fact that she was so damn petite or the way the moonlight rays reflected on her skin; but the more he was looking at her, the more it seemed as if he was looking at he porcelain doll from the 19th century. A naked one.

And in fact, the more he looked at the redhead, the more he was seeing her differently. He always thought of her as someone who was hot. Even though he never admitted it out loud, there was no point in denying it. Clarissa was hot, Jordan repeated this fact enough times to him for him to acknowledge it. But as he was looking at her peacefully sleeping, it stroke Jace that she was more than hot, she was more than sexy, and she was far from being cute.

She was beautiful.

Jace had never seen any picture of Valentine's late wife, but since Clarissa shared very little features with her father, he figured that she took everything from her mother. And if the late Mrs Morgenstern was as beautiful as her daughter was, Jace could easily understand why Valentine never remarried. If he was honest with himself, Jace actually doubted to have seen a woman that was more beautiful than the one sleeping in front of her. He had met and bedded, sexier ones, but Clarissa was by far the most beautiful.

He was actually conflicted about the development of the evening. It was more than the fact that he had s*x with a forbidden girl, it was the fact that he slept with the said girl, and that if he was listening to his wants, right now, he would gladly crawl back to bed next to her and sleep with her in his arms. This was the disturbing part. It was that he was willing and wanting to do this thing for the first time of his life when he clearly shouldn't.

And that let Jace ponder on what would Valentine do to him when he would learn what Jace had done to his precious and beloved daughter. Because Jace was sure of one thing, one way or another, Valentine would find out. Valentine Morgenstern always knew everything. And Jace knew that this encounter he had with Clarissa would somehow be known by his boss.

He tried to think like his boss did, trying to see what would be his punishment, but he couldn't tell for sure. Would Valentine give him a chance to grovel and apologise, or would he kill him on the spot? Well, knowing Valentine's short temper when it came to his daughter's wellbeing, Jace was most likely to be killed on the spot. Now, how, remained the question. And still, Jace couldn't find it in himself to regret following Clarissa into her room, and into her bed. He enjoyed every minute of it, and there was even a part of him who wished he could have a second round, despite knowing that he would die as soon as he would land on US soil.

As Jace was thinking about his imminent death, Clarissa stirred a little in her bed, making Jace refocus his attention solely on her (and no longer on his inevitable demise). He watched her scoot beneath the sheets, while her small hand patted the empty space next to her, apparently looking for something. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes, blinking with obvious sleep still fogging her vision, and she upped herself on her elbows, her head tilted as she set her gaze on Jace.

They remained silent for a few seconds, Jace stoic, even though she gave him a small smile, and even though he wanted nothing more than to go by her side, and tame her wild hair down her face.

"What are you doing there?" She asked, before frowning, her smile leaving abruptly as she added: "And why are you dressed?"

"I think I should go back to my room," Jace platonically said as he got up, securing his gun in his back, between his skin and his jeans.

He avoided looking at her in the eyes, because, damn those green eyes! He actually avoided looking in her direction because if he was honest to himself, he was loving that her voice was a little more hoarse than usual. He was loving it so much that it was taking him a lot to not jump on the bed and make her scream his name so loud, she would have a voice even more cracked in the morning.

"Why?" She inquired, and Jace could swear he heard a hint of panic in her voice. "You can stay here. The night isn't over, yet."

"That would be yet another bad idea," Jace pointed out, his hand already on the handle, ready to leave the room.

"Well, some bad ideas turn out to create great things. Look at Tarte Tatin."

"We said one time," Jace reminded the redhead, though he had no idea why she was talking about French pastries when they were talking about mistakes and bad ideas.

"And the night isn't over," She pointed out to him, as if he was simply minded. " Just come back to bed, even if it's just to sleep. You look deadly tired."

Jace gritted his teeth, wondering why she had to make it so hard on him. After all, he was a guy, and surely she just knew that men had difficulties refusing things to beautiful women. Especially when they asked naked, with their hair wild with s*x, and their voice throaty.

He knew that he should simply ignore her and open the door to go into his own room, that he should physically distance himself from her and that it would make it easier for him, but he couldn't. He couldn't move, he couldn't talk, he could only stare blankly at the wooden door before his eyes, his hand gripping the handle so tightly that his knuckles were white.

He heard Clarissa get off the bed, and walk until she was next to him; and then she rested her hand on his shoulder, making turn his head to look at her. At least she threw a sheet over her body, so he didn't have to jump on her as soon as his eyes landed on her. She gave him a small smile, lowly whispering:

"Don't take it as a continuation of what happened earlier. Take it as an efficient way to check that I won't sneak out on you in the morning."

Then, without waiting for him to agree on anything, she took his hand in hers and lead him to the bed. She laid back there, her eyes expectantly looking at him, and with a heave, Jace surrendered, cursing his lack of will in this situation. He stripped to his boxer, putting his gun on the nightstand, within his reach, and as soon as his head hit the pillow, Clarissa put her own head on his torso, falling asleep minutes later, and quickly followed by Jace into Morpheus's land.

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When Jace woke up the next morning, it was to a nice feeling that he had never experienced before. It was actually something very pleasant that made him smile before even opening his eyes. But eventually he did, only to meet a green pair of eyes smiling at him. His first instincts were to smile as well, and his smile grew even wider when he understood what woke him up. Clarissa's hand was firmly grasped around his length, going up and down on his member and making harder at each stroke.

Without thinking about it for one second, Jace brought his hand to her hair and guided her face to his so he could deeply kiss her. When their tongues intertwined, her grip on him got tighter; and so, he directed his free hand between her legs, only to have the pleasure to feel how wet she already was for him. As soon as his fingers caressed her most intimate spot, Clarissa moaned against Jace's lips, before she boldly straddled him, her hand still between them, pleasuring him as much as he was about to pleasure her. She broke their kiss, only to imprison his lower lip between her teeth, nibbling it a little as Jace was rubbing her sweet little nub.

For a moment the two of them played like that, pleasuring one another in a silence that was only broken by her moans and his groans; but when Jace felt that she was guiding his manhood toward her entrance, he had a cold call back to reality, and rolled them over so they could immediately stop what they were doing.

As they were both lying on their backs, facing the dull ceiling, Clarissa's hand spidered its way on Jace's torso, and when it started going lower, Jace firmly took her hand in his, as he stated: "No."

"I just want to be on top," She argued with a small voice that made Jace wish he didn't have to refuse her; but still, he sat up on the edge of the bed, putting his elbows on his knees and his hands behind his neck as he explained:

"And this isn't an option. You or I on top won't happen. I don't have any more condoms."

This installed a small silence between the two of them, until Clarissa came to him, resting her chin on his shoulder as she proposed: "Well ... I was thinking this morning ... Maybe ... maybe we should buy some."

At first, Jace didn't reply anything, not thinking too much into it. But then, his brain started overthinking this whole situation, and he brusquely got up, towering her with his body as he imperially demanded:

"Did you plan this?"

"What? What do you mean?"

"You said yesterday night that you had a thing for me! You lured me into your bed! And now, what we clearly agreed to be a one-time thing, is turning into something longer in your mind! So, I'm asking again: did you plan this?!"

Jace looked at the young girl in the eyes, daring her to lie to his face, but the first emotion that he saw in her green orbs was shock, swiftly followed by hurt. But before Jace could even think of apologising, of explaining to Clarissa that his mind was just trying to find a logical explanation about what happened between them, her face turned red with anger, and she rose to her knees, her hands on her hips as she pointed an accusing finger toward him:

"How dare you?! Do you really think that I am that twisted?! Seriously?! Can't it just be that I like to speak my mind and that there is an attraction between the two of us that neither of us can deny?! It has to be some twisted and convoluted masterplan?

For your information, Mister Evil Genius, I didn't want you on this damn trip! I didn't want you near me when there would be no one else around! My Dad forced you into my plans! It was you, or no Japan! I didn't want you here! I didn't want my fantasy to become a reality ..."

She finally stopped talking, looking down on the bed as her chest was quickly rising and falling from her burst of temper, and her face still red of emotion. But all Jace could think of was her last word.

"Your fantasy?"

Clarissa looked back up, a fiery look illuminating her eyes and daring him to make fun of her as she responded: "Yes! As I said, there is an attraction between us, and ... well, sometimes dreams are better left at what they are, or you end up disappointed."

Jace couldn't help but smirk at this comment, which only made Clary look back down, sitting down as she confessed, with a voice so low that Jace had to strain his ear: "And ... as for the duration of that one-night thing ... Well, I thought that it was clear for the two of us that 'one time' meant the whole two weeks. I mean, what's the point of getting it on, and then the two of us will be awkward for the rest of the two weeks to come? We could ... I don't know, pretend that we are in Vegas. You know, that all 'what happens in Japan, stays in Japan'?"

As he sat back on the bed, Jace thought with irony that if what happened yesterday had happened in Vegas, one of the city who had the most video surveillance in the world, Valentine would definitely be aware of it. And he would probably get Jace killed in Vegas, so what happened Vegas would remain in Vegas.

"I just want this moment we could share in Japan to be part of my fantasy when we go back home," Clarissa said, and Jace remained silent at those words, his mind going to Magnus.

He recalled how his best friend tried to cheer him up by telling him to take this mission to Japan as a vacation. Maybe this was what he should do. Maybe he should enjoy the moment as it was coming and stop thinking so much of what was waiting for him once he would get back home. After all, if he was already a dead man, he should probably enjoy to the most his last days on Earth, and do what he wanted to do. And lately, his mind was set on doing Clarissa. And on the off-chance that Valentine would never know about what happened between Jace and his daughter, Jace would still have nice memories to go back to.

"What about you? What do you want?" Clarissa asked, her small hand resting on his shoulder and compelling to turn to look at her. Which he did, before he cupped her face and caressed her cheek with his thumb as he told her:

"I think it would be nice to have a fantasy to think of when we get back home."

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