Chapter Fifty-Six

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Second Person POV:

You walked down the hallway and outside of the house. Going on a short walk to calm yourself. Who knows how long these things with Jammie and Archer have been going on. It probably went on before you and Archer were married as well! You couldn't believe it at the moment. You didn't want to believe it. All these years, Jammie went behind your back and did that- well...Jammie doing it sounds believable. But not Archer. Archer wouldn't do anything like that to hurt you. He loves you too much. But, then again...He must have done it. No. Don't think like that. Archer is a good guy, and he'd never want to hurt you. Ever. You sighed shaking your head. Life was just so confusing all of the sudden. You felt sick to your stomach just thinking about this situation. You watched children playing at the park and smiled to yourself. Lacey used to love to play with the kids she babysat here. Lacey loved kids and wanted to have some of her own. But, it's sorta too late for that now. You sighed looking around, seeing nobody you continued walking. But you couldn't help but feel like your name was being called out to you. You turned around to see a young man coming up to you, smiling and waving. You felt yourself smile, "Milo!" You yelled waving back. (Milo is an employee at Archer's business. He and Muffin, you, have come very close through the years. Picture above. His first appearance was around the end of the first book.) He came over to you and hugged you tightly. "How are you doing, my precious angel?" Your smile faded, "Not so well." He frowned letting go of you. "Oh? What's wrong?" You sighed crossing your arms, "Can I ask you something?" He nodded smiling, "You can ask me anything, sweetie..." You looked up at him, "What do you know about Archer and Jammie?" His smile soon disappeared after that question. "It's best not to ask questions like that." He replied, turning cold all of the sudden. "Why not?" you asked staring, "What do you know exactly..?" He took a long inhale, letting it out as a sigh. "Oh, y/n. I'm really sorry. I just can't share about a topic like that. Archer would execute me on the spot if I let a single word out..." You sighed nodding. "I understand...You wouldn't want to get on Archer's bad side...Just stay on his good side, like a teacher's pet." He stared, "What are you getting at..?" You shrugged, setting your hands in your pockets. "Oh, it's nothing." You could tell he was starting to get aggravated. "Y/n...What do you mean by that..?" You shook your head walking away. "It's really nothing!" He shook his head following you. After a while of walking, you looked back, seeing him a few steps behind you. "Milo... I want you to tell me what happened between Jammie and Archer." He stared, "What will happen If I don't?" You paused thinking for a moment. Then, you remembered. 

 Milo was sitting next to you, obviously a little tipsy. "Y-You know... No matter what I do...J-Jammie always cast me aside. Like I'm nothing..." You looked at him sipping your drink. "Why do you care? He's your boss. That's it." He looked down at you. "I want to be more...Than that...S-So...I'm quitting." You sat up, "Quitting? Milo, you can't-" He slammed his hand on the table. "I've worked for Jammie and Archer for four years now. I've worked at the company for five years. And with all the years I spent with Jammie...I feel like he's been teasing me...Making me wish I could have more than what is given...And since he is my boss, I'll quit. So...I can have a real...Connection.." You stared in disbelief. "Milo...Do you-...Like Jammie?" He looked at you nervously, slowly nodding.  

You smiled slightly. "Or...I'll tell Jammie how you feel about him." His face froze in shock. You watched him turn slightly pink. "W-What do you mean by that?" You shrugged smiling, "I think I know what I mean...And you know as well." He groaned shaking his head, "Alright...Alright...I'll tell you." You smiled sitting on the park bench under a tree. He sighed sitting next to you. "Just tell me what you know." He nodded taking a deep breath. "Where do I even start?" You shrugged, "Where ever you think is best." He nodded. "I remember the day Archer got Jammie hired...I was there, at the time, I dealt with the files and documents for employees. And I noticed the...Requirements Jammie had put on his papers...It said Archer had to, please Jammie every month or so." You choked, "A-And he agreed to this?!" He nodded. "I asked Archer about it when Jammie left...He said that he had to, or else Jammie wouldn't work for us. And Archer truly didn't wish to murder Jammie. I thought he was crazy, but...After looking into their history...It makes sense." You sighed, "How long do you think this has been going on for..?" He looked up at the sky thinking, "Four years... Twelve months in each year... Maybe about... Forty-Eight times?" You shook your head, "That seems like a lot of times..." He sighed nodding. "I know...I'm sorry Jammie forced this to happen...But by the looks of it, Jammie is growing old of Archer! He might want nothing to do with him soon!" You shrugged, "I don't know...He came over today and wanted something from Archer..." He looked at his phone for the date, "Well...I guess it is the day. But did he not go through with it?" You nodded, "Archer forced Jammie to leave..." He nodded. You watched a black limo pull up. Men got out as Milo stood up. "Jammie and I are going out to eat now...I hope everything will work out." He smiled waving before he got in the car. You waved back, but couldn't notice the limo didn't drive away. You heard a window open, and see Jammie stick his head out of the roof's window. "Y/n!~ Come here won't you?" You got up shaking your head, next thing you knew, you were being man-handled into the limo. You got thrown in and the door shut behind you. You looked at Milo and then Jammie. Jammie smiled shutting the window and sitting next to Milo. "I would like to have a small...Chat." Uh oh...




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