Murderer x Reader. (Book two) (SCRAPED)

Chapter Fifty-Five

Second Person POV:

You walked towards where Jammie stormed off to. You knocked on the door of Archer's office. "Jammie?" You called out. He groaned, "What do you want?" You opened the door walking in. "Jammie...Please tell me what's wrong..." He stared at you, "Archer's the problem!" You shut the door behind you, "Archer?" Jammie would sigh sitting in Archer's chair, hands on the table. "Yes! Your husband. He's the problem!" You would sit in the chair in front of the desk. "Is it because he was teasing you?" Jammie would look at you upset. "Yes...He was teasing me about how old I am." You'd pause, "Jammie...You aren't that old..." He slammed his palm on the table, "Bull! I am older and It shows! No matter what I do! I can't even go to work anymore. I'm too old to do that." You paused, "You mean the pole?" He sighed nodding. You sighed, "Jammie, I'm sorry you're feeling this way." He sighed, "I thought I was going to be young and pretty forever..." "Young maybe..." You mumbled under your breath. "I'm starting to get old like Archer now!" He whined. You sighed looking at the window. "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better..?" You watched a small smile appear on Jammie's face. "I want Archer to make me feel young again..." You paused looking over, "And how would he do that?" He'd chuckle placing his hand on the desk, then pulling it away, "God, why is the table so sticky?! Archer really doesn't take care of his furniture." You blushed remembering why the table was sticky. You cleared your throat. "Er- How would Archer make you feel young..?" He smiled, "It would only take fifteen minutes! I promise!" You shrugged. "I'll go ask him I suppose..?" You got up and walked back towards Archer, who was on the couch. "Go apologize to Jammie. You upset him." You demanded. Archer would look over at you. "Please. It's just an act." "The man was crying, Reed!" He groaned getting up. "Fine fine! I'm going!" He sighed walking towards his office. You'd look over to see Zane staring at you in disbelief. "You...Do realize what's going to happen right..?" He said afraid. You walked over shaking your head. "No? What's gonna happen?" He sighed, "My dad is gonna try to..." He looked over at Laney then back at you. "Enjoy, Mr.Reed until he feels better about himself." Your eyes widened. Of course, it's Jammie for God's sake! You went after Archer trying to stop him, but the door was shut and locked. You stared in disbelief.

Jammie's POV:

Archer stood in front of the locked door. I smiled to myself, looking back at him my smile faded. "What do you want..." I said looking back at him. Archer walked over and slammed his palm on the desk, "You might have everyone else tricked, but not me. I know what you're here for." I sighed, "Archer...I grew up. I'm not going to do that to you anymore." He stared at me, "What?! You have to be kidding me...You just were all over me! How can you say you aren't doing that anymore!" I sighed, "I just am, Archer!" He stared at me looking annoyed, "Take your snakeskin-heeled boots and get the hell out of my house." He demanded. I got up and frowned walking over, "Archer..." he shook his head pointing to the door. I frowned nodding, "I'm sorry...Now I'm going to have to do this by force." I grabbed him by his arm and threw him against the table. Archer trying to get away. "Are you going to cooperate..?" I asked looking at the door. "Your sweet Muffin could open this door anytime...And then she'll see you for what you really are. A cheater. As well as a bottom, but I suppose cheater would mean more." He laughed. He laughed. He really just laugh at that? He smiled looking up at me. "No, Jammie. I'm not a cheater. I'm far from that." He got up and pushed me against the door. "Now...I can smell the alcohol from your breath from here, so I'm going to kindly ask you to get someone to drive you home." I groaned trying to get out of his tight grasp. "I don't want to see you here asking me for favors anymore. Do I make myself clear?" I sighed and nodded. He let go and opened the door, forcing me out, Muffin staring at me. I groaned getting a cigarette out of my pocket, "Nothing happened." "No smoking in the house." They said crossing their arms. "Yeah yeah...I was leaving anyway." I said walking down the hall. Archer has gotten older. Physically and emotionally. And I hate it. 

Archer's POV: 

I sighed cleaning my chair from Jammie. Muffin looking at me. "I didn't do anything..." I said after sitting down. Muffin would walk over. "Why does he want...That from you?" I groaned, "It's Jammie, sweetie. What do you expect?" "We're you going to do it..?" They asked looking at me. I looked over, "What? No- Why would I!?" Muffin would shrug, "I don't know, Archer! I think something would have to happen to cause Jammie to think that way!" I'd get up out of my chair slamming my palms on the desk. "I didn't do anything! Do I make myself clear!?" I watched Muffin tense up. Slowly nodding. I sighed sitting back down, drinking my coffee. "I'm sorry for snapping at you...Jammie is just-" "I know...Jammie is just stressful and manipulative." I nodded. "You still felt the need to 'help' him though." I shot my eyes back at them. "Would you quit attacking me!? I never wanted to do this!" "Then why did you!?" Muffin said looking at me. "Why did you do it then..." I stared at them, feeling my mouth go dry. I watched Muffin storm off, unable to even look at me.