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This is an early chap for the long wait you guys had. Enjoy!

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"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two one! Happy New Year!" the large group inside the trendy loft cheered as the ball dropped in Times Square. Followed with fireworks outside of all kinds, then New Years kisses shared by couples.

"Happy New Year!" Jillian cooed against her boyfriend's lips. The cheap champagne was getting her drunk and frisky, and she was only on her third glass. It was obvious that her tolerance was low; it was humorous to see her giggle madly every time she took a sip when the bubbles would tickle her nose or when someone made a corny joke.

"Gimme kiss," she commanded, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting a wet kiss on his nose. She was aiming for his lips.

"Go sit down," Sesshomaru said, escorting her to the couch in the living room. Sara was throwing a party at her apartment. The sax player took a liking to Sesshomaru since they were both natives of Japan and the way Jillian seemed to smile more often. She said it was a must that he come to the party.

"Sara," he called from across the room. Quickly ending her conversation with Glenn, she made her way to a very drunk Jillian playing with Sesshomaru's pant leg on her couch.

"Wow, how much did she drink?"

"Three glasses."

"Light weight. You want me to watch her?"

"Yes, I want to get our coats and drive her home," he said, prying Jillian's hands from his leg.

"So you really like her huh?"

"What are you talking about?" He was slightly confused why she brought up the question unexpectedly.

"I can tell. Takahashi-san, you're all over the papers in Japan. You think I didn't know about your fiancé or your family? What about her?" she asked, nudging her head towards the very drunk girl resting her head on the couch arm.

"I don't see how they are important."

"Your father doesn't know about Jilli does he?"

"He doesn't need to."

"He will eventually and will do anything to tear you apart. She told me about the last time."

"And you know my father through the tabloids?"

"I was engaged to a gaigin once and my parents did everything to keep us away...till he couldn't take it anymore and left me. I was young and wanted to make my parents happy instead of myself," Sara said. Taking a seat next to Jillian, she sadly remembered her sweetheart. Her parents refused for her to marry a European and threatened to disown her if she married him. She ignored his pleas to go with him back to Britain, wanting to have both her lover and family. So one day he left.

"I think you're cute!" Jillian shouted, tugging on her boyfriend's arm. Sara bit back a laugh at her friend's antics. "Your soo pretty!" she shouted, kissing her friend's cheek. That was a great distraction from Sesshomaru and Sara's conversation.

"Time to go," he said, picking up his intoxicated girlfriend and putting on her wool coat. Luckily, Jillian was able to stand on her own long enough for him to do so.

"Bye bye, Sara-chan!" Jillian cooed, waving at her friend with a bright smile and drowsy eyes. Before Sara could answer back, Sesshomaru had his girlfriend in his arms and was out the door. Sara was laughing the whole time; she was surprised she remembered the little bit of Japanese she tried to teach her.

"That was so much fun!" Jillian shouted inside the car, sitting still as Sesshomaru buckled her seatbelt, doing his belt as well and driving off.

"I see you enjoyed yourself."

"I did! Sara is so cool! I think Glenn likes her!" she kept shouting inside the car as he drove her back to her apartment. "I wanna go to your house...I'm starting to hate my place." Changing plans, Sesshomaru took a turn on the next corner and drove to his condo.

"Why do you hate it?" he asked, never taking his eyes off the street. The New York Streets were full of drunks yelling happy New Year from every corner, so he had to be careful not to run them over.

"Cause your not there. I wanna get Kay Slayed."

"What?"

"Sex."

"From Kay Slay?"

"It's a joke."

"Hn." Shrugging his shoulders, he pulled up to his building and carried his now sleeping girlfriend out of the car. Drunken people walking past talked about how cute and unique the couple was. One person even commented on Sesshomaru's odd colored hair. He hated when people did that to him as a child, if he ever had children he hoped their hair was dark.

Making his way to his loft, he gently laid his girlfriend down on his large bed. Jillian looked so small laying on it, so fragile. She was powerful, though, she had him wrapped around her little finger. Sesshomaru was having a music label and studio made just for her.

"She's making me soft," he mumbled to himself, taking off her shoes and jacket. Tossing his clothes in the corner of his bedroom he climbed into bed next to her.

"I am?" Jillian mumbled, half asleep. Drool was running down the side of her face and her hair was already in a mess.

"Yes you are." Grabbing a tissue off his nightstand, he cleaned the drool off her chin.

"Eww, drool. G'night my silver samurai."

"Hm, I haven't held a sword in years."

Jillian didn't reply. All Sesshomaru could hear was her even breathing as she slept. He liked lying with her like this, just lying in the bed enjoying each others company. It would be nice to wake up to her face every morning...even with the drool.

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"How long was I asleep?" Jillian asked, not even bothering to open her big brown eyes to look at her boyfriend or where she was. She knew she was safe as long as Sesshomaru was there. Never had he let his guard down like how she did with him, it was still up but coming down.

"About half the day. I'm surprised that you don't have a hangover."

"I don't remember much about last night."

"Nothing much happened."

"Sweetie, how did I end up in your bed?" she asked, running her fingers through her messy hair. Looking down her evening dress was wrinkled. It was a simple V dip red dress; from the look he gave her when he picked her up from her apartment he liked it.

"You said you didn't want to go home."

"I'm hungry."

"Go make something."

"Come on!"

"Fine...if you take off your dress." Horny men, youkai, things. Dogs! That's it, horny dogs.

Marisol was finally able to get out of the hell hole she was trapped in to drop off a package for her boyfriend; she would be out the whole day and if she timed it right she might be able to see her mother. The package wasn't the normal kind, like cookies or something but something you shove up your vagina and take a two hour bus ride to the nearest prison.

It felt so uncomfortable, the small bag inside her, in a few hours it would be out of her and into the hands of a prison drug dealer and she could leave. Marisol could feel the eyes on her as she walked by. This was the neighborhood she grew up in, everyone knew her face and knew what happened behind closed doors and in public between her and Kareem. The voluptuous figure she once had was gone, now she was becoming a shell of a woman. What would Jillian think of her now?

She took a seat at the back of the bus heading to prison in upstate New York, she didn't even know which one, neither did she care. It could have been Alcatraz for all she cared; Marisol didn't care about much these days.

When did she become one of those women she, Jillian and Victoria talked about never becoming? Risking everything for a man who treated no better than the dirt under his shoe? Years ago she wanted a man to cover her in kisses and diamonds. Looking down, she realized that all Kereem gave her were bruises.

"We're heading to the prison now, you will be searched upon entering..." Marisol ignored the rest of what the security guard was saying. She already heard it in English, Spanish and even Russian before. This wasn't the first time she smuggled drugs into a prison and it wouldn't be the last, no matter how much she pleaded with her boyfriend.

Every time she did this it was an out of body experience; it went by faster that way. It gave her time to think about what was and what would never be. Go to the bathroom pull out the small balls of cocaine inside her. Slide them under the table, give whoever it was a fake goodbye kiss and eventually she would be back in Detroit.

The sun was already set into the night, but their was still time for her to at least see her mother.

"Oh my God, Marisol!" A slim middle aged woman ran and hugged her only daughter, holding her close, afraid she might slip through her arms.

"Mommy!" the young woman whispered, crying in her mother's arms. It felt so good to be in the arms of someone who loved her.

"Please tell me you're coming home, please!"

"N-no, mommy, I'm not."

"You can't be with him! He's going to kill you!" Carmen pleaded, praying her baby would come home where she belonged.

"Not now please..." Marisol sighed, slipping out of her mother's arms. Leaving the subject alone, Carmen quietly walked into her bedroom and came back with a plain white envelope in her hand.

"Read it now." the older woman commanded.

Dear, Marisol, aka my future wife.

All is well for me in NYC. Girl you missed out on so much I wish you were here with me.

Well you would never believe me, but I bumped into Sesshomaru at a club and he ended up in my bed. You were right, when you start having sex...well, good sex, you become addicted and he makes me feel soo good!

"You whore." Her mother raised her eyebrow but didn't speak.

I bet you're saying I'm a whore, but something about him draws me to him. Like we were meant to be together, destiny maybe. He took me ice skating on Christmas Eve. I joined a little singing group but we disbanded after we had a failed interview with Sony records. I made some really cool friends that you would love to meet, hopefully you would. Maybe I can call you and give you some more detail about everything.

If you read this than it means that the bastard let you out of the house for a second. I don't know why you stay with him, he's no good. Mari, you're an amazing woman and you deserve a man who treats you like the diamond you are. No matter what that bastard says, you're worth something. I know this because I'm blessed to have you as a friend and a sister.

Write or call me back when you can.

Love,

Jillian.

Wiping away a tear, Marisol ran out of her mother's house.

"Now, if I get out of this dress you'll make something for me to eat?" Jillian asked, looking up from the massive bed into her boyfriend's eyes. They were so playful and bright, she could just get lost in them.

"Yes."

"I love your eyes," she seductively whispered, teasing the hem of her dress, ,howing off her legs. "Their like gold. Amazing."

"Don't try to seduce your way out of this one," he warned but made his way back to the bed.

"It's the truth. I love them."

"Not working wench," He leaned closer to her body.

"Would it be fun if we did it on the counter?"

"Yes, it would," In a quick sweep, she was in Sesshomaru's strong arms being carried off into the kitchen.

"I didn't know you were such a good cook," Jillian said, smirking while eating her pancakes and sausage on the kitchen counter. Her short, sexy, brown legs stretched every time she leaned over the counter, swaying her hips as she ate.

"Conniving wench," Sesshomaru grumbled back, eating his food. The little siren tricked him into making her breakfast.

"Horny old man."

"I'm only twenty."

"But your hair's gray," she teased, tugging on his silver strands. Rolling his eyes at her antics, he made a grab for her waist.

"Its silver, thank you," he corrected, tossing the petite woman over his shoulder and carried her off into his bedroom. He was going to get her out of that dress one way or another.

The first sex of the New Year was always the best. Something about it being the first made it special. Sex...making love to Sesshomaru was always special, there were a number of emotions flowing between them each time. He knew how to make Jillian feel like a beautiful sexy woman. She felt loved.

Sleeping on Sesshomaru's shoulder, Jillian was rolled over, immediately woken up by the shift.

"Hey!" she shouted without opening her eyes but made a grab for Sesshomaru's waist. She missed and grabbed the sheets instead.

"I have to take care of some business, I'll be back in a few hours." He kissed her cheek.

"Aww man..." she pouted, dropping her head back onto the soft bed. She hated to see him walk away, but watching his perfect ass leave the room made her feel a whole lot better.

"Mr. Taishou, where do you want us to put the equipment?" one of the workers asked as soon as Sesshomaru walked inside his studio. The first floor was the actual studio while the second floor was turned into an office where the label was to be run at. He already handled the legal aspects of the label, which was called Tru Musik Records. Jillian would be his headline artist along with a few others once he found any talented enough.

'One thing at a time.' he told himself, thinking at the many other things he had to do before he could get things started for Jillian.

"Yo, look at this equipment!" someone shouted, walking up beside Sesshomaru. The short chubby man seemed to ignore the fact that he was breaking and entering. He looked like a typical local of the area but he knew a lot about the equipment since he kept rambling on and on about it.

"Who are you?" Sesshomaru asked, glancing at the intruder. Dark skinned with a ceasar, and in baggy jeans, the intruder admired the equipment from afar. This gave Sesshomaru a good idea; it seemed as if the Kami was letting everything fall right into his lap.

"K Skrilla. Yo, if I had shit like this I could make some hits!"

"You want a job?"

"Huh?"

"I do not repeat myself. Let me see what you can do before I finalize my decision."

Nodding his head vigorously, Skrilla played with the switches and buttons of the studio equipment and in ten minutes he had a beat. From the sound of it he loved percussion.

"Work for me and you can use this equipment after you work. Any other instrumentals you produce here, ten percent of what you make goes to me."

"How much does it pay?"

"Fifteen an hour every time you're in the studio plus a few hundred if you make a song that I want to use. If we get this place off the ground you won't have to worry about money for the rest of your life."

"I'll be here tomorrow."

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Yay another chap done!! It's about damn time. I'll try to post up more chaps when I can.