Eyes of Blue, Heart of Stone (Baroness X Femme Reader)

Man of Hell

AN:
I have one thing to say about chapter 69.

And that is: nice.

Lotsa love
Liv

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By the time June had rolled itself around, Estella, Horace and Jasper had moved into Hellman Hall. A warehouse fire nearly killed them and the least Victoria felt she could do was give them a roof as she had done to you. You didn't need to be asked twice, seeing as it resulted in you moving into Victoria's bedchambers to give Estella a new bedroom.

This particular morning you had decided to take on the laborious task of clearing out the Baron's study, so you could use it as your own. Victoria preferred working from home now which, if you worked at the House of Baroness, was a dream come true. It meant you didn't do much, so you had plenty of time to explore the house and cater to Victoria's sexual needs.

Having more time at home made her maids take the brunt of her tiny storms. Just this morning, Victoria flung a chair at a girl.

Lucky bitch.

"Honey!" Victoria shouted. "Yeah?" You called back, fumbling with the keys. "Doesn't matter, I found it!" She called back. "Are you okay?" "Yeah! Love you!" "Love you too!"

You had a huge refuge bag and a small cardboard box labelled 'to keep'. The Baron had a strange obsession with painting models and you wouldn't let art supplies go to waste. Plus, knowing that creep, there was probably a nude picture of Victoria in a drawer somewhere and it would be an utter crime for that to get left alone, with no one to respect it's glory.

The Baron's study was mostly full of crappy paperwork you could throw away without a second thought. You kept a tube or two of acrylic paint, some paintbrushes and you grabbed some sealed boxes of the baron's models (you could probably sell them, so you left a note atop of it to remind yourself).

"Huh?"

You picked up an old photo album and read the cover.

"Wedding Album?"

It was likely that there would be things that Victoria would want kept in this. You found many of the baron alone, which you placed in the refuse bag. There were a good few of Victoria alone, which you relocated into the keep box. You looked through the rest of the album and tried to think about what Victoria would want.

Wait is that a hard cover copy of Murder On The Orient Express?

You pulled at the book, but it wouldn't budge. You moved the books surrounding it and yanked at it.

"Oh my god. It is a doorway!"