This Is How I Disappear (Negan/OFC)

Chapter 5

"Uh... Sure." Chuck sets the guitar down on the bed and follows Sherry into a room with double doors down the hall. The large room is, of course, beautiful. The front of the room is a large sitting area featuring several ornate couches and chairs in black and navy blue, along with a bar off to the side. To the back on the right is a kitchen area with black granite counters complete with a dining area. Along the back wall is a partially opened door leading to what looks like a large bathroom. To the left of the kitchen, behind the sitting area is a beautiful black grand piano. Chuck stares at the instrument, thoughts of all the songs she could play fluttering in her mind. Her thoughts are interrupted by Sherry.

"What's your name?" Sherry's polite voice brings Chuck's attention to the five women sitting around the room. "That's Amber." The young blonde one. "Tonya." The one with black hair and a smirk. "Frankie." The tall redhead. "And Kayla." The curvy brunette. Sherry points each of them out as she says their names.

"Um, I'm uh... Charlotte. But you can call me Chuck. Nice to meet you... all."

"Charlotte is such a beautiful name. Why would you want to go by Chuck?" Tonya says jokingly.

"Hey, I like it!" Frankie chimes in. "Boys names for girls are cute."

"I suppose you would think that, Francis," Tonya playfully mocks.

"Ugh. Don't call me that!" the redhead responds.

Okay. Everything is going well so far. They seem nice. And they don't seem mad at me. So... that's a plus.

"Are you joining us?" Kayla asks.

"Joining you for what?"

"The wives. Are you becoming one?" Kayla clarifies.

"Oh, no! God, no." Chuck blurts out, flustered. "I'm not... It's not like like that. I'm up here because Negan just, uh, feels bad for me."

Really, Chuck? He feels bad? Just make yourself look super pathetic in front of these women, why don't you? Stupid.

"Negan doesn't feel bad for people," Amber interjects almost sadly.

"Amber." Sherry chides.

"Well, he doesn't, does he?"

"That's not exactly true and you know it, Amber. Don't scare the girl." Sherry's voice sounds like a scolding mother's.

"Don't mind Amber," Tonya says. "She's just a little... moody lately."

"So Negan didn't ask you to be a wife?" Frankie asks quickly, sharing looks with all the other wives.

"Oh no. I mean, yeah. He kinda did. But it was just because he thinks it would be easier on me here instead of... working. He doesn't... want me, though. I'm not exactly his type, obviously." Chuck laughs nervously as she motions to herself.

"Every woman is Negan's type. If you have a pussy, he'll want to put his dick in it," Tonya replies making everyone laugh.

Chuck shrugs her shoulders and blushes furiously.

"Well, he must think you're pretty special if he let you stay in his room all night. We don't even do that." Frankie adds.

What should I say? I don't think Negan wants people to know that we knew each other before. How do I explain why he brought me up here?

Wait... Why don't his wives stay in his room?

"Were you hurt yesterday?" Sherry interrupts Chuck's thoughts. "You didn't look too good last night."