New York was just as Paris remembered it, very loud and very cold. From their 11,000-square-foot penthouse on Billionaire's Row, the panoramic views of Central Park felt surreal. It was a place where they had celebrated many Christmases together. But it was also where Paris had experienced profound pain in the birth of her stillborn baby girl and the loss of her brother. Despite the haunting memories, she resisted Shane's offers to sell the place.
"Paris!" Dr. Reed called out to a daydreaming Paris, her attention wasn't in the room with them.
"Yes?" She answered, glancing between Kayla and Shane, who were both looking at her.
"This is where you guys met? Right?" She asked again
Nodding, Paris smiled timidly. "We have a lot of memories here in New York, good and bad."
Smiling, Kayla took a few notes in her notebook "Paris, do you mind if I talk to Shane alone?" She asked.
Turning her attention to Shane, Paris nodded. "That's fine with me." She replied as she rose from her seat. Making her way out of Shane's office where the session was being held they both watched her as she left the room.
Shane watched as Kayla rested her chin in the palm of her hand, she studied him. He could tell she was pondering on what question she would ask first. How she should ask, and what other questions were to follow. She began to write in her journal as she began to speak.
"Paris has told me, how you guys met. Now I want to hear it from your point of view."
Smiling, Shane twisted his wedding ring around his finger as he recounted the day they met. Although it was years ago, he still remembered the day like it was yesterday.
"What made you stop that day?" she insisted.
He replied with a smirk, "My hormones." It was perhaps an unexpected answer, but it was the truth. As much as he adored Paris, claiming it was love at first sight would have been a lie. His initial intentions upon meeting Paris were far from pure.
"Can you elaborate?" Kayla pressed.
Rising, Shane exhaled deeply and walked over to the bar. Surveying the bottles of brown and clear liquor, he chose his usual, a double shot of Dusse', and returned to his seat before downing it in one gulp. He had no desire to elaborate, no wish to be there, yet he knew leaving would only cause an argument.
"My intention was never for it to go beyond sex," he responded.
"And what changed that?"
"It was her, after everything. She asked questions that other females didn't, she didn't try to impress me. She hadn't heard about me, which meant she wasn't in the streets like that. And her not being from Florida meant less drama for me," he explained.
"Drama?" She asked, "Like baby mama drama?" Dr. Reed asked
Shane smirked as he glared at her. She had done her homework.
"Did you not want Zya to know about her, or did you not want her to know about Zya?" she inquired.
"Both," Shane responded truthfully.
"Mmhmm," Kayla murmured, continuing to scribble notes. "And what changed?"
"After about a week of me being there, I didn't wanna leave. A once-a-month trip to New York was turnin' into a once-a-week thing, sometimes I'd stay weeks at a time. She wouldn't move to Miami, I tried to get her to move several times. Her excuse was always school and she didn't wanna leave her mama."
