Chapter 11

"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