Avon's POV
I don't what got into Jeremiah's mind why he is here in Paris meddling with my life when he can have a peaceful life in the United States with Ashley.
I am in the middle of unpacking my clothes when I heard a knock on the door.
I let out a deep breath then stopped what I am currently doing then walked towards the door and opened it.
"Why?" I asked in a bored tone.
"Let's have dinner," he offered.
"I'm full," I responded and I was about to close my door when he used his arm to stop it.
"Let's have dinner," he firmly repeated. I let out a deep breath and then rolled my eyes before following him toward the kitchen.
"I'm on a strict diet Jeremiah," I informed him but he acts like he didn't hear. Jeremiah pulled a seat for me so I have no choice but to seat down.
"I made you
