Author's note: Thank you so much for being so patient with me, everyone! If I had an oven in my dorm, I would bake cookies for you all. But unfortunately I don't so for now, VIRTUAL COOKIES FOR EVERYONE! I hope you enjoy this chapter. I made it extra long just because I felt terrible for making you all wait this long. :(

Accidentally on Purpose

010: First Kiss?

What was I doing here again? Oh right, entertaining old farts and rich prissy teenagers while Inuyasha goes upstairs and gets laid-er the necklace. Well, at least that's what he told me on the plane before I zoned out.

Looking outside the dimmed windows of the limousine, we passed mounds of well kept gardens and bushes. Each house had some sort of fancy gate to guard their grand house. Looking back at my reflection I could see the shimmering eye shadow and false lashes the makeup artist slathered on me. Last but not least the bold red lipstick matched my long black chiffon dress. The strapless gown was simple. A strip of glittering satin sat right below my chest, adding a touch of elegance. The fit of the dress was just right, the waist was column fitted as it flowed down to the floor where as the top created the perfect a-line silhouette. A glittering choker style diamond necklace sat at the base of my neck and its complementary white gold bracelet wrapped around my right wrist. My hair was loosely pulled back into a messy yet elegant side bun. A few pieces of hair were left out to frame my face along with my side bangs.

I looked at Inuyasha who sat next to me with his crisp black tuxedo with his hair in a loose pony tail. After pissing off the slutty flight attendant, Inuyasha took out a blueprint of the mansion and outlined what I needed to do.

"Okay Kags, you know how to entertain people right?" Inuyasha looked at me as he rolled out the blue piece of rectangular paper on the foldable table in front of me.

"What makes you think that? I thought you said my acting sucks, how in the world am I suppose to fake a high class lady?" I glared back at him then back at the piece of paper. The precise lines and detailed routes intrigued me. It seemed to be a blueprint of the mansion the ball is being held. Then, looking down at the bottom right, it was signed Inuyasha. Back in high school he flunked art class, and now he's the next Picasso. What else is new?

Wait.

I don't even want to know.

"Well, you faked it by tricking the paparazzi didn't you? You faked yourself as a high class business woman? You know, I couldn't marry someone of lower status or else the media would have scrutinized me." Inuyasha reminded me of our past. He was right. Two days after he proposed, the media was all over him; stalking him and cameras followed him wherever he went trying to figure out the girl he proposed to. The most prized bachelor that ruled Wall St. and the Financial District of New York City was finally getting married, but to whom? Rumors swarmed all over the internet, and reading them was ridiculous I must say. Some thought he proposed to a model, a scientist or some princess from another country. But oh contraire it was just little ol' me, an average chick who worked as a waitress to help her mother pay the rent. So in order to help him save face, I took up acting classes and switched my major to business; figured that if I wanted to open up a café of my own, I'll need a business degree anyway.

"You are one selfish bastard you know," I thought out loud. As soon as I realized it, I quickly pursed my lips together, hoping he didn't hear my thought. Not knowing if he heard me or not, I looked at him. His eyes were still down at the blueprint. However his eyebrows were furrowed and he took a deep breath.

"Yeah, I realized that after we got married." He kept his eyes glued to the piece of paper. "I tried to compensate for that you know."

Lies.

"I'm not lying, I really did try," he mumbled, reading my thoughts. "I tried my best to spend most of my time with you. While you slept I took on more important missions to free up my day."

"Wait a second there buddy." I looked at him skeptically. "So when you came back from work, you left again when I fell asleep?" I cried. I swear the more I hear about his secret life, the more I wish I didn't know anything about it.

"It was the only way I could spend time with you. I was dead tired after the missions and I only had about three hours of sleep, max before I headed out for work again." His eyes were still down, looking at his work. "I was happy as long as I could spend an hour with you. Miroku couldn't be with Sango at all and neither could Kouga be with Ayame. Like me, their work schedules were packed, and they couldn't sacrifice sleep like I did."

I had no idea he did all this for me. Wanting to punch him for not telling me all this earlier, I took a deep breath as he finally looked at me. There he goes again. Does he expect me to just melt into his arms and hope that everything will me alright just because he looks at me with those golden eyes? Wanting to crawl into his arms, I bit my lip. "Enough with the mushy crap, I thought we were here to crash some party."

"Here we are madam," the chauffer pulled up to a grand mansion, camera flashes were constantly going off as guests entered the front gate with their dates in hand. I involuntarily gulped as I looked at Inuyasha who sat next to me.

"I can't do this. There are cameras, what is Genevive going to think? You know, she's going to give me this huge French lecture and I'll never hear the end of it. And, I got to get back to the café, they can't function without me." I started to ramble, hoping Inuyasha will turn this limo around and ship me back to the States.

"Kagome, you'll be fine. Genevive is too busy doing other things than read the news paper. She's probably at a spa right now relaxing, you know how she is. Your café is fine, Sango and Ayame is there and not to mention Rin. Remember the plan, stick to it and I'll meet you at the front gate." He held onto my hand as the door opened. Sliding one leg out of the limo and sticking my head out, I looked straight ahead as I got out. Remembering Inuyasha's advice to not pay any attention to anyone, I prayed to God that I wouldn't trip. If I ruined these Christian Louboutin's, I would have hell to pay. We stopped once at the podium where we confirmed that we were on the guest list before heading inside the enormous ivory painted double doors. Once inside, everyone was dressed in their finest gowns and suits. A red carpet paved onto the golden staircase as it ran from the second floor to the floor of the grand ball room. The crystal chandelier hung in the middle of the dance floor as it casted light onto the entire room.

Taking a deep breath and some champagne, Inuyasha slid my hand off his arm as we parted ways. Wanting to beg him to come back, my ego stopped me as I plastered a smile on my face and headed towards the table of food hoping no one would talk to me there. Carefully keeping an eye on the golden clock that hung on top of the staircase, I turned back to the table of hors d'oeuvres. I had forty minutes before I had to meet Inuyasha by the front gate. Grabbing a plate at the end of the table, I looked at the mini round disk. I would need at least 10 of these if I wanted to sample everything that's on the table. Before I could pick up my first treat of the night, I felt a light tap on the shoulder. Don't tell me he stole the necklace that fast.

"Excuse me miss, have we met before?" I heard a deep voice from behind as I set the plate back down on the table. Not recognizing the voice, I turned around to find a neatly groomed man dressed in a sleek white tuxedo. His blond hair was complemented by a tint of dark brown. Realizing that I have yet to say something, I smiled back. If there was a hotness scale, he was definitely up there with Inuyasha.

"Do you intend to really use that cliché pick up line with me?" I cocked an eyebrow.

"No, but I was hoping it would work," he smiled, revealing two rows of flawless, pearly white teeth. A charmer I see. From the way he dressed, he must be another pretty boy that lived in the Hamptons. His sea green eyes were captivating and inviting at the same time.

"Hate to break it to you, but I think you could change your pick up lines a just a little," I laughed, hoping he would leave me alone. My stomach growled lightly as it signaled me to eat something fast before it takes its revenge with terrible stomach pains.

"I was hoping you could spare me a dance," Mr. Nameless held his hand out for me to grab hold of it. His right leg stepped back as he bowed slightly and smiled at me. Not knowing if I should take it or not, I looked at the clock. Thirty minutes left. Oh hell, I might as well take it-at least I could tell Sango one thing interesting that happened to me. Gently laying my hand on top of his, we waltzed onto the dance floor. As the orchestra played each classical piece slowly, I continued to gaze into Mr. Nameless's eyes. The last time I've seen a pair of eyes so captivating was Inuyasha's. Shaking my head to get the image of the bastard's eyes out of my head, I turned back to the handsome man standing in front of me.

"You're the most beautiful girl here," he smirked.

"No thanks, I'm just here because my husband forced me to come." I gritted my teeth, hoping he'll get the message.

"Who is this husband of yours that would leave a lady all by herself?" He asked, his grip around my waist tightened.

"Someone who you probably copied your pick up lines from," I arched my eyebrow. The last time I checked, the only person stupid enough to use cheese pick up lines were…

Inuyasha.

Looking up at the top of the grand staircase, Inuyasha's eyes gazed back at me. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at Mystery Man. His right arm was around my waist as our hands were joined together. Quickly releasing myself from his grasp, I looked back at my ex-husband.

"And now, I present to you Princess Yura," the Master of Ceremony announced as a gorgeous woman appeared from behind the curtains. She had short black hair that was curled to perfection. There weren't any loose strands. Her satin red dress clung to every part of her body as it flowed down onto the floor. Slowly lifting her hand towards Inuyasha, he bowed and lightly placed his lips on her hand. Making their way slowly down the stairs, I could sense other eyes were glued to them as well. None the less, her name sounded so familiar.

My god.

It was the same woman that he cheated on me with years ago. A pang of jealousy hit me as I gulped. I then remembered the rules of the business world well, back when Inuyasha taught them to me. A relationship between a man and woman who both operate in the business world is nothing but merging of companies. Most of the time, it's just for show. That's how Inuyasha got to be the escort of the girl without the media scrutinizing our 'marriage'. The bastard knew this would all happen and still brought me here.

Wanting to cry, I grabbed my dress with both hands, lifting it a couple inches off the floor to prevent me from tripping and turned towards the first door I could find.

IDIOT! I'm a complete idiot.

I should have known better than to listen to him, much less help him. The man was a scum and belonged deep down in hell. As I ran past the first two doors, I continued to run until my legs gave in. I felt a warm breeze as I pushed an old wooden door open. Looking around, I ended up in the corridor. Greek style columns were equally spaced out next to each other as the moonlight casted its shadow over the mansion. Taking a moment to inhale and wipe the tears away, I realized there wasn't anyone around. That bastard. That lying, cheating bastard used me again. Tears starting to form once again as it rolled down my cheeks. I soon started to hiccup as my cries grew louder. All these years, I had tried to erase him from my memory after our break up.

I still remember that Monday morning vividly, the morning I found out Inuyasha had cheated on me.

"Breaking news, the King of Wall St., Inuyasha Taisho is found sleeping with the Princess Yura of France. The two were found yesterday in the grand, Hotel de Paris. It was reported that Inuyasha had an affair with the princess after had gotten married." The news reporter stood outside of a grand hotel. In the next scene, Inuyasha was dressed in his usual get up, a crisp black tuxedo with a white dress shirt underneath. A throng of paparazzi followed the white haired hanyou as cameras kept going off. "Please shine some light in this situation. Why did you cheat on your wife? Did you really have an ongoing affair with the princess? What will the future look like with you and Kagome?" My whole body went numb as a picture of Inuyasha and Yura appeared on the screen. Both were half naked and in bed. The sound of my ceramic coffee cup breaking startled me as I picked up the phone. Frantically dialing Inuyasha's number, tears starting to sting my eyes.

"Hello?" I heard my husband's voice call out to me.

"Inuyasha," I whispered, my voice box failing on me. "Tell me what I'm seeing isn't true."

"I'm sorry Kagome." Was all it took for it to finally sink in. So it was true. The man I believed in all this time, the man who I always waited to come home before falling asleep, the man who vowed to love me in sickness and in death had just cheated on me. "Please let me explain. This isn't what it seems."

Not knowing where I was, I continued to cry as I gazed at the rose bushes across from the columns. A sudden click startled me as I hid behind a column. Taking a sneak peek at who it was, there was my ex-husband, out of breath.

"Kagome?" He cried. "Kagome, I know you're out here."

Trying my best to stay still, I continued to hide behind the column.

"Kagome, I'm sorry. I-I didn't…"

'I didn't realize that bringing you to where I cheated on you would make you cry.' I mentally mocked him.

"I know I'm a terrible person for doing this. But it was the only way. I can't explain that much right now, but you'll understand later." I heard his voice once again. I could sense that there was a hint of sorrow and frustration in his words.

And why should I believe in the bastard. I gave him several chances, and it still wasn't enough. In the end, I was the one that was screwed over. The volume of his footsteps got louder as Inuyasha got closer. Not knowing what to do, I panicked as I held on to my dress again and ran. The clicking of my heels caught the attention of Inuyasha as he chased after me.

"Please stop!" He exclaimed as he gained onto me. I couldn't outrun him.

As he got closer to me, I felt a hand grab onto me as he cornered me against the marble column. "Why don't you ever listen to me?"

"Excuse me?" I cried, with tears rapidly forming. "I'm the one that never listens to you? Who was the one who took those acting lessons when you asked me to? Who was the one who attended all of those press conferences? Who was the one who came to this ball? Me. That's who. And what do I get in return? I got-"

"That day when I supposedly cheated on you, I had no choice. It was either I break up with you in person, or do what I did with Yura. In the end, my father did not approve of our relationship. I dedicated too much time to us, and took too much time out of my schedule. I didn't have the heart to break it to you; I couldn't force myself to tell you. And so…" he looked at me with his golden orbs. "And so, I had to do it indirectly through Yura." His eyes fell to the ground. "Yura's father needed more money and so the scandal gave them revenue."

"I didn't mean to bring you here. Yura's sister, Kaguya was supposed to be the one who I was sent to escort. When I found out it was Yura, I couldn't stop the MC in time when it came to announcing her entrance." His eyes were still glued to the floor.

Not knowing what to believe, I continued to stare at him.

"Why…?" My voice was hoarse, after finding out what was supposedly the truth. My legs were still numb as Inuyasha quickly held onto me before I collapsed. "Why did you return?" My voice turned into a whisper. There he was, the man who cheated on me standing under the moonlight with his hair disheveled, and out of breath. He wasn't in his tuxedo, but instead in his assassin ensemble with his white mask perched on top of his head. His right arm was pressed onto the column, next to my ear as his left hand cupped my cheeks. It was until I could feel his breath that I realized how close we were. Before I knew it, he inched closer as I closed my eyes.

"I.." Inuyasha whispered as the sound of multiple footsteps came closer.

A/N: Poo! Cliff hangers suck! And so does writers block. :) Thank you so much for being patient with me everyone. Please drop a review and tell me what you thought of this chapter!

;) I can tell you that there is more to come between Inuyasha and Kagome in the next chapter, who knows..maybe they'll finish their kiss. Tehee.