Paris Reid Novels & Stories

He knew that by doing things his way - the way he truly wanted to do things - would jeopardize the opinion Maya had of him and that in itself was making him crazy. Initially Reid had volunteered to pretend to be the English teacher at the university because he knew seducing college a student would be an easy task. He hadn’t had the privilege of knowing how Maya looked, simply because of the strictness of her parents and their incessant need to keep her off social media. Riley was lucky enough to find an old picture of her in middle-school and tried to create an image that extrapolated how she’d look years later but that was a poor substitute for the way she actually turned out.

the men hummed, seeming unconvinced. Mr. Reece swiveled in his chair and added, “If everything goes downhill, you can always offer your body-" “Gentlemen.” I interrupted them again, “If you wish to stop funding my company due to your lack of respect for women, then I cannot, and will not, convince you to stay. I will leave you with this, though: I am more than what some believe. I do not need to use my sexuality as a weapon because I have my parent’s genes to make me a strong, fierce competitor in the industry. I have expansion plans, and leaving Claudette Reed now of all times would be a grave mistake for you to make.”

Reid sat in her usual position of power…the high-backed chair near the fireplace, her silver hair perfectly styled, her pearl necklace catching the light like armor. Around her sat four other women, all cut from the same cloth of old money and older prejudices. But it was the young woman beside Mrs. Reid who drew my attention. She was stunning in that effortless way that came with good breeding and better genetics…honey-blonde hair, porcelain skin, and a smile that seemed permanently fixed in place. "Mia was just telling us about her recent trip to Paris," Mrs. Reid was saying as I entered. "Such culture, such refinement. Don't you think so, Hunter?"

FELIX ------- “Alex no.” “Feel, please.” “I’ll get her a job but not as my assistant.” “But I don’t trust people, you’ve seen Paris, she’s a total man attracter, 3 of her bosses have tried to get sexual with her and 7 of them have molested her. Please Felix, Paris can’t live without a job and she can’t even work for perverts. I don’t trust other people around her. You’ve hated her all your life and you don’t mix personal and professional life. Please hire her.” My best and only friend kneeled in front of me with tears in his eyes as he recalled the sexual assaults on his sister by the men and women who were her bosses. Paris Martin, God save me. Paris was the clumsiest silliest and weirdest