"Ms. Paris," Mandy called. "I have your breakfast." Paris didn't answer. She wanted to be left alone. "I'll take this," she heard Greyson outside her room to the maid. Greyson soon knocked on her door. Paris got off the floor and went to open her door, as she did, she went to her bed and lay down turning her back to Greyson. Greyson walked around her bed and placed down her breakfast on the bedside table beside her, as he did, he paused and looked at her. "You can't keep being sad over a man who doesn't deserves you," said Greyson. "I can't help it, I can't help that I love him so much that I would walk through fire, and nails barefooted, just to make him love me," Paris said upset as she sat and cried. Greyson sighed. "I can't stand to see you so down Paris," Greyson seated on the side of her bed. "I'm sorry that my miserable life is affecting you, I wish not to distress you in anyways," apologized Paris. Greyson smiled. "Why do you smile," Paris asked as she gazed into hi
"Wake up, Mrs. Wealth, Wake up," Paris heard a voice instructing her.Her eyes opened and she finds herself still within the same spot from where she fainted, in her husband room."Mr. Wealth wants you to leave his room now, he's saying he need to get some rest, or I will be fired," Mandy said as she tried to help Paris up.Mandy assisted Paris from the room. As they both leave the room, Archer approaches, his eyes kept away from Paris as he did. He entered his room and slammed the door behind him. The door closed very loudly, but Paris could hear the words her husband said about her and that was good riddance.Mandy took Paris into her room and placed her onto the bed."Do you need anything before I leave?" asked Mandy."I need poison to take myself away from this miserable life," answered Paris.Mandy was startled by what she had said and left troubled by her words.Throughout the day Paris laid in bed grieving over her husband loathsome and aching words. Her eyes hurt and there wer
Both her feet were shaking, she was breathing angrily, and her heart was racing. Paris had finally arrived at her husband bedroom door."Archer!" she screamed as she kicked and knocked on his door in rage.She persisted to kick and knocked against his door until it was opened.Suddenly, her eyes widened. Her husband was naked, he had on no clothes."Keep looking at it," Archer instructed her. "For I will never make love to you nor much less put my lips and your disgusting mouth," said Archer infuriated."How could you?" Paris eyes went to his as she cried.Archer looked at her coldly, not caring about what he did to her."Honey, are you ready for a third round?" Paris heard a female exiting the bathroom of her husband room."Get that woman out of this house now!" Paris yelled as her right hand went to her husband face wanting to hit him.Her body jumped frightened as Archer grabbed her right hand. She screamed as he began to squeeze her hand into his as if he was going to break her ha
Immediately, Greyson took Paris from the home and brought her to his first large expensive apartment he dwelled first staying in Massachusetts."I dwell on the top floor," he told her as he held her close to him and walked her to the elevator.Paris stopped, she was scared to use it, back at home the largest hotel had it, but she nor her parents had never used it, it terrified them."It's safe to use," Greyson told her seeing how scared she was.Paris looked at him and slowly allowed him to take her inside. As the elevator conveyed them to the top floor, Paris hugged Greyson and closed her eyes frightened."I'm here with you," said Greyson as he returned her hug.The elevator soon stopped, and they both exited. Greyson led Paris to his room. He opened the door and they both entered. Inside was beautiful and very large. Greyson instructed Paris to come with him to his bedroom, but Paris wanted to stay in the living room. She sat on his white settee; Greyson joined her."He brought home
Greyson went to check on Paris before going to bed. He knocked on the door. Paris got off her bed and open her door."I'm just checking on you to see if you're fine," said Greyson as she stood before her."Not, really," answered Paris sadly.Greyson remained to stood before her wishing he could say something to her to make her forget everything she had been through."I wish I could say or do something to make you happy, Paris," Greyson said sullenly."I know," retorted Paris. "But you are making things going good for me already," said Paris. "You've given me a place to stay and will be providing for me since I have no money now."Greyson nodded.Greyson stood at the door as if he didn't want to leave. He soon said his goodnight and began to return to his room."Greyson," Paris stopped him.He immediately turned to her."Can I borrow one of your shirts to sleep in, I don't want to sleep in this dress since I'll have to wear it to clothing store with you tomorrow," said Paris."Sure," a
Paris took a step backward still holding onto the door. After what Archer did to her, he now frightened her.Archer stared at her saying not a word. He was surprised as to why his wife was at his colleague apartment."Greyson is not here, he's on his way to work," Paris softly told him, assuming it was the main reason why he was there.Greyson should have been at work very early but instead he went shopping with her.Archer nodded and Paris slowly began to close the door."Paris," Archer called as he held the door stopping it.Paris said nothing but look at the man who abuse her and called her red trash."I'm sorry for what I had did to you," Archer apologized. "Please forgive me?" he begged.Archer gazed at Paris waiting for a respond. It was hard for Paris to respond to him, what he did to her hurt her very much. She doesn't know if she can forgive him or even wants to.She closed the door not wanting anything to do with him.Archer again stopped the door."Come back home with me Pa
Paris pondered whether she should tell Greyson that she was developing feelings for him. She was scared that she could possibly lose him to Ciara. Still, she was concerned about rushing into a relationship."Are you okay," she heard Greyson entering the living room."Yes," she lied.Greyson was attired in a white t-shirt and long dark blue pajama pants, already attired for bed."I don't want you to worry about anything now that you're with me," said Greyson as he sat next to her.Paris gave him a smile that seemed forced."You should get yourself some sleep, you look tired," said Greyson.Paris nodded and said her goodbyes."Goodnight, I'll see you in the morning," retorted Greyson.Paris gave him a warm smile and walked to her room.Paris did feel a bit tired. She changed into her nightwear and fell asleep as soon as she lay in her bed. On her second night with Greyson she didn't have any nightmares, she slept like a log.The morning, she woke up. She was appalled that Greyson had al
"Paris," Greyson called as he knocked on her door."I'm coming," she hurriedly adjusted her light blue hat with a white flower at the center which compliment her beautiful long blue dress.She grabbed her bag and went to her door.Greyson was stunned at her attirement."You look beautiful," he complimented her as he gently reached for one of her hands and kissed the back of it."Thank you," said Paris as she blushed."Are you all pack for New York?" asked Greyson."Yes," retorted Paris as she nodded.Greyson took her bag and they walked to the living room."A 5-star hotel has already been booked for us," said Greyson.Paris nodded."I fear that my sister might not be happy to see me if I show up at her apartment," said Paris worried.After the night Greyson proposed to Paris and asked her to join him in New York. Paris thought about going to visit her sister to see if she was okay. She informed Greyson about it and he was as always happy to help her. Paris informed him of the address