Murderer x Reader. (Book two) (SCRAPED)

Chapter Eighty-Four

Third-person POV:

It was 20:28 (8:28 PM). Milo smiled looking at her. "You can tell me anything, Ms. Angela. I pinky swear!" He said holding his glove-covered hand up. She felt herself smile, looking at him. "You better watch it, or I might fall in love with you." She teased. "Would you like to?" Milo asked. She looked over, feeling her face heat up, "Huh?" "Would you...like to fall in love with me? You...can...If you want to. I would let you." She tensed up, "Oh...I don't know...Maybe...Would you accept a maybe?" Milo nodded, with a smile on his face. She smiled getting closer to him, she gave him a quick kiss. First at his cheek, and then his mouth. And right when she moved back from him, he pulled her in and kissed her. She kissed him back, but what they didn't know was, Archer was on his way to her office. Archer was at the door to her office, and the first thing he saw was Milo and Ms. Angela. They sat up at the wall together. Ms. Angea was at his side, with his arms around her. At first, he thought it was because they were freeing since it was pretty cold in the building. But then he saw her pull away and kiss him again. He stood there surprised for a moment, before snapping a photo and taking it. Using it for blackmail, possibly. Archer left the room deciding to go home. He could inform Ms. Angela of the news later. They had both decided to go home for the night. With Archer nowhere to be found, Milo stayed over at Ms. Angela's house for the night.

Ms. Angela's POV:

I rub my eyes and prepare myself for the annoying light of the morning. When I finally convince myself to open my eyes, I see the alarm clock. It reads 6:30. I rolled over to see Milo there, sitting up in bed reading one of the books that were on the nightstand. Last night was a lot... I thought smiling. I gently hug his waist, still lying on my side. I rest my head on his leg and passively read along with him. Every now and then he would play with my hair, which makes my heart swell. He's lost in his own little world, but I'm still a part of it. Once he finished the book, he shut it, careful not to accidentally crease the corners before putting it away in a drawer of the nightstand. He gently pulls me up so I was slightly more upright, leaning on his shoulder. He lit a cigarette and put an arm around my waist. "Morning..." I smiled holding onto him. He smiled exhaling smoke. "Ms.Angela...There's a question I've been meaning to ask of you." I smiled sitting up. "Alright...As long as it isn't 'Will you marry me.'" I teased. It was silent between us both. "Oh, gods...It is "Will you marry me?" "Well I'm not going to say it now, you spoiled the moment." He said looking away, embarrassed. I looked at him feeling a smile grow on my face. "Milo...Why in the heavens would you ask me a question so...suddenly? It's only been a day. Maybe less than a day." He took the cigarette and brought it to his lips, inhaling the contents. He released smoke into the air. "I fell in love with you...And I don't know how...or why...but I did...and if I continue to live how I normally do...with the cigarettes and my waist down, I won't last much longer...I've known you ever since I got into the organization... That was seven years ago...I know you like I know the number of suits I own...Eight suits, and fourteen ties. Archer keeps giving me ties for my birthday and Christmas." He chuckled slightly, "I want to spend whatever time I have left with you...If you'll allow me...Of course." His spirit is young, and that will never die. It always made me smile. I cherish every moment with this messy, stuck-in-his-20s boy, and I can't imagine a day where he was nowhere to be found. I lean over and peck his cheek, holding his hand tightly to let him know that I'm not going anywhere. He looked off into the distance, staring at a wall. Possibly hiding his embarrassment for even asking a question like that. "Milo..." I stared, making him look over. "I've loved going to work every day to see your sweet face for the past seven years...But...I don't think the organization would even allow our marriage to go through...I-If I did accept." He smiled a little, caressing my hand, "Couldn't you change our files? It's just a simple change, Angela Harrison." He said exhaling smoke. I looked at him surprised, "You...Knew Angela was my first name?" I asked. He smiled nodding, "Of course...I know a lot about you." I got up, retrieving my clothes for work today. "What's my favorite food?" I questioned. Milo smiled looking at me, "You don't like food. You have Anorexia nervosa. Which, you need to eat, my sweet angel." I looked at him surprised. "Favorite color?" He smiled, "Blue. Specifically, baby blue." "My favorite drink?" I questioned. "Tea. Which is odd, since I only see you drinking coffee nowadays." I looked at him smiling, "With all of Archer's money spending, I had to remove things I like to not go over the budget." Milo nodded, "That isn't quiet fair. But I see the sacrifices you have to make." I chuckled slightly, "You either really love me, or really like stalking me." I teased walking into the bathroom. "So was that a yes?" He questioned after I shut the door. I looked at the mirror embarrassed. "...Yes, Milo. I do." I said before turning on the shower and getting in.

Milo's POV:

I looked at the shut door feeling my eyes widen. After seven years. Seven years. Everything is starting to work out. I might finally get my happily ever after.