Forced to love you Cover Done By @Natasha Palma Negan Fanfiction

Dinner with The Devil

Jax P.O.V. 

I glare at myself in the mirror, as I study my appearance.  I apply the final coat of massacre then place it back in the bag. I hate this, and I wish I could change it. Why do I have to have dinner with him?

Why can't he leave me alone to cry? I have to eat dinner with a man I hate. I am unsure of what he will do? Or how I am supposed to act.  All I know for sure, is I miss my husband.  I know we were not on good terms, but I was hoping we could try again.

A loud knocking jolts me out of my trance, alerting me my prison guard has arrived. I take one final breath, as I leave the safety of my bathroom. I take careful steps in these heels as I hurry to answer the door.

I swing the door open seeing Dwight standing there.  His half burnt face is slightly covered by his stringy blond hair. His blue eyes mirror my own. One's full of pain and regret. His arm rests on the door frame while his head leans on his arm.

" Negan sent me to get you. I know I am the last person you want to see-"

" I am aware of what you did. You took Daryl's bike and his vest. Your worse crime, however, is killing Dennise. So you are correct, you are the last asshole I want to see."  I reply tersely.

A flash of regret washes over Dwight's face, which he quickly hides with a stern expression.

" None of it matters now. You belong to Negan just like me. None of us have a choice in what we do," he defends.

My eyes begin to water, another wave of sadness surfacing in my soul. I bite my lip, willing my emotions to subside.  My eyelids close, keeping my deep pain at bay. After taking several deep breaths, I am able to follow him.

" Where at we going?" I ask as he shuts my door behind us.

" To Negan's room. You're having dinner with him, and he will give you your options."

We walk down a dimly lit hall, then I follow him up a flight of stairs. The next floor is more elegant than mine. The hallway is lined with rugs, whereas mine has none. In the middle of the balcony hangs a crystal chandelier, that catches the rays of the sun from the windows.

This floor only has seven rooms, I guess for Negan and whoever he does fit. Each door is a different shade of red and has a golden handle in the middle.

" What is this place? Does Negan live here all alone? Or do others live here?"

" Others live here, but Negan can explain it to you. If your lucky you will live up here, if not, then you stay where you are.  Only you can decide what job you pick. Now, let's get you to his room. He doesn't like waiting," he states abruptly.

My hands trace over the elegant pictures, hanging on the walls. Each picture is a priceless work of art, not what I expected to see up here. How did he get these? Or were they here before the world ended?

Dwight stops at a set of large double doors, the only one on this floor. Intricate carvings adorn the door, along with two glass door handles. His boney hand knocks twice on the door, and soon the shuffling of feet is heard. 

  The large doors swing open, revealing Negan.  His wet hair is neatly slicked back, matching his dark outfit. His long sleeve shirt is tucked in his dark jeans, hugging his long legs.

Negan's eyes scan over me, taking in the clothing he picked for me. Every curve of me is on display in this short black dress. I can see his eyes hover over the plunging neckline, before quickly looking back up.

" Damn, darling, you look amazing. I hope your hungry because I have the best food for us tonight. Dwight, you can go ahead and leave. I can handle her from here, " he orders.