Chapter 7

As Greyson lit the candle, Paris quickly got up from her knees and from the office.

"Mrs. Wealth," Greyson called to stop her.

He chased her and held her by her right hand from behind before she could elude him.

"Let me go," Paris turned around and dragged her hand away from him upset.

Greyson's eyes stared into her tearful eyes. Paris spun around and sobbed running to her room. Greyson watched her sadden by her situation. He now knew everything about Paris and Archer's relationship. He knew she was a virgin dying to feel the sensation of making love and that she was dying for attention from his cold-hearted colleague.

Paris laid in bed and bawled her eyes out. She now felt so embarrassed that Greyson saw her in a horrible state in the study. He saw her as needy and a desperate redheaded yearning for love and attention from her husband. She wished she hasn't gone to search for Archer to beg for his attention. The night Paris didn't sleep. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying and