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
"Paris," retorted Everlee surprised as her body jumped.Paris stood speechless. Her eyes leered at the dark-haired and dark-eyed baby in her sister's arms that seemed to only be 2 years old. The 2 years she hasn't heard from her sister, she added up. The beautiful baby boy's head reclined on Everlee shoulder and one of his tiny hands played with a strand of her long blonde hair.Paris made a step backward not wanting to believe what she assumed. If this baby was her sister she's sure she'd never hide it from her. Everlee knew she could trust her if the baby was for some guy she had him with without getting married."Paris, I'm sorry," Everlee made a single step towards her with tears in her eyes."Is that why you've been ignoring me for 2 years?" Paris too began to sob.Everlee nodded."You know you can trust me with anything," Paris told her."Please let's get inside," Everlee implored her as she re-entered her apartment.Paris wiped away her tears and slowly followed her. As she clo
"I'm giving you 4 hours to pack and leave now," said the landlord."Please give me some time to pay, I don't have anywhere to go," pleaded Everlee as she began to cry."I've given you plenty of time already," retorted the landlord. "Which landlord would allow their tenant to owe them 8 months' rent, I put up with you long enough?""Sir," Paris called as she quickly ran to the door.Everlee looked at her sister ashamed that she had to witness her like at a time like this."How much does my sister owes you for rent?"Paris asked the landlord."I promise I'll pay you back once I get a job," Everlee said to her sister."I've heard that sentence so many times," complained the landlord."$5600 USD," he then answered her.Paris was surprised at the amount Everlee owed just for rent. As her fiance' Greyson had said where her sister lived was a place for the rich and ones' with a good job.Everlee seemed like she had lost her job and no longer had any more money."I don't have the money on me n
"Why doesn't she wants me to help her," Paris sobbed."Sh....., everything is going to be okay," retorted Greyson as he helped her into the carriage.The carriage drove off bringing them back to the hotel.Greyson's right hand never left Paris as they went to their room. He helped her to the bedroom and onto her bed. Greyson stared sullenly at his fiance' as she curled up in bed sadly."I'll be in the living room if you need me," said Greyson."No stay," begged Paris as she sat up.Greyson immediately came to her and held her in his arms. Both her arms wrapped around his body and her head rested on his chest as he did."I thought she didn't have the money to pay," said Paris leering heartbroken at the wall of her room."Maybe the money she used to pay the owing rent was the cash she had put aside for food and important things for her twin, she didn't want to touch," retorted Greyson."Then why did she use it now when I find her and wanted to help her out?" asked Paris as her head rais
Immediately Paris and Greyson turned around, facing Archer who was fully attired in a black suit, a white interior shirt, along with black leather shoes. His hair was shiny and well comb. He was as handsome as the first time Paris saw him through her bedroom window back at home, in Greenfield. "Soon to be ex-wife," retorted Greyson as he stared at Archer. "I want to go home," Paris softly said to Greyson as she and her soon-to-be ex-husband's eyes were about to meet. "Okay," retorted Greyson as he began to lead her from the balcony. "Paris," Archer called grabbing onto Paris's arm. Her body jumped as he did, recollecting his abusive moment with her. Don't you dare touch her," cursed Greyson as he pushed Archer away from her. "You stay out of this!" yelled Archer pissed. Paris came between them before they could fight. "I want to talk to my wife alone," demanded Archer. "Give me a few minutes to listen to him," Paris begged Greyson. "I'm not leaving you alone with him," argue