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

Paris changed from her wet clothes. She seated herself before her mirror to dry her hair. She paused from drying her hair dolefully knowing her husband didn't want to come home even though his plan was canceled. Paris believed it was because of her he wasn't ready to come home. As she completed drying her hair she made it into a ponytail. She heard Archie crying from outside wanting to enter her room. She went to open her door and was surprised that it was not her room Archie was crying to enter it was Greyson. Greyson opened his door. He was attired in a white shirt and long comfortable pants. Recollecting what had happened at the pond. Paris turned her head away from his."Mr. Greyson," she greeted politely."Ms. Paris," Greyson greeted her back.As she was about to close her door she was quite intrigued at what Greyson said to Archie."Are you here for me to complete your drawing?" Greyson asked.Archie meowed to him and Paris watched him as he lowered himself to take up her little

"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

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

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