Reaver woke up from a deep sleep, women and men laying everywhere around him. He sighed, "Wake up, everyone! The party is over, time to leave!" He yelled and pushed a sleeping lady off of the edge of the bed and stood up.
He grabbed his gun that was laying on a nearby drawer and shot the lady on the ground, the rest of them getting up and running out buck naked. "Do come back for the next party!" He yelled after them and grabbed his usual attire and put it on.
"Barry! Come clean this mess!" He screamed for his ginger servant. Barry came running in through the double doors and slung the body over his shoulder "Wight on it, Mastah Weavah!" He said with a smile and walked out with the bleeding body.
Reaver sighed, he had this tingly feeling when Barry was around, when he smiled, when he spoke his "R's" as "W's", it wasn't just lust, but a weird feeling. Love.
Reaver rolled his eyes, not believing himself, he could never feel this way.
He pushed his thoughts away and walked upstairs from his Red Room. Today was going to be a long day...
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Cold As Steel, Hot As Iron. (Reaver x Reader x Barry)
Любовные романыReaver finds himself falling in love with The Queen and his own loyal servant Barry. He thought he was never capable of loving, ever, but now he is and this new emotion is confusing. who will he choose? can't he have both?
