Daddy's Girl

Chapter 5 - Heaven

The following morning I woke up shivering in an empty bed. It seemed he'd left just as quickly as he came. Men like him always did so I wasn't at all surprised. If anything, I was relieved that I didn't have to face my shame that just so happened to look like he was etched by the gods themselves. I wouldn't have been able to resist a morning fuck. I rolled over onto my stomach and sighed in disappointment. All of it was for nothing. I was so sure I was going to walk away on top and in the end, the only thing I was on top of was Negan's dick. I grimaced at the thought and yanked my blankets over my head but my bed sheets reeked of him. I nuzzled my cold nose into the pillow he'd laid on and savored his scent for a moment despite myself. It was deep, rich and intoxicating. The kind of smell that a girl could easily get lost in. There were so many that had and I cursed myself for being stupid enough to say I was one of them.

I finally plucked up the courage to face the bitter cold of my apartment but my teeth chattered in protest. After wrapping myself tightly in my sheets I glanced over to find my window was still open from the night before. Along with the frigid morning wind came the waft of hot and steamy memories. Stupid! You should have never let him in! I gripped my head in shame again before I rushed over to close it.

I stopped suddenly when I saw my coat draped across a worn-in armchair tucked in the corner. With it, there was a handwritten note. You'd think I would have been pleased to find a potential love note but the sight of it made my stomach ache. I snatched it up and threw my coat over my naked body before slamming the window shut. I clutched the cheap faux fur tightly and took a seat in the chair, preparing myself to fall deeper. I peeled the fold of paper apart to find crisp, clean penmanship so neat it almost looked typed.

"You could be one of my top girls, Sugar. Offer is back on the table. Xo, N" He'd written.

Well, it certainly wasn't a fucking love note. I immediately ripped the paper into illegible pieces, sneering in disgust. Again, I shouldn't have been surprised. What did I think was going to find in this disaster anyway? I buried the shreds of evidence deep in my trash bin and even contemplated burning my sheets to rid my life of his lingering presence. While I brewed my morning coffee I planned a route around the surrounding blocks of my building. I was determined to find another job offer. I certainly wasn't going to entertain his. I would take anything else the universe threw at me. All I could do was pray that he wouldn't take this one too.

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Nearly two weeks passed and I'd applied to more businesses than I could count. I was sure that at least one of my applications would have fallen into someone's good graces but I'd received nothing. Not even the lowest paying jobs had bestowed me with an offer and I was beginning to lose all hope. My feet were aching to the tips of my toes after blocks and blocks and days and days of walking but I couldn't afford to hail a cab again. I had to pinch my remaining pennies and there were so little left to pinch. My supply of ramen noodles was running low. My bills were long overdue. I outwardly groaned when I turned the corner toward the subway. I was dreading all the pushing and shoving so deeply that I hadn't even noticed the ominous black figure that came creeping up beside me on the street.

"Need a ride?" His rumbling voice was enough to make me cringe.

"No," I said curtly not even bothering to slow my pace.

"Where ya goin?" He nagged while his car continued to roll slowly beside me.

"Home." I sighed.

"I know where that is!" He claimed in an overly cheerful tone.

"Oh, how I wish you didn't." I sang back bitterly.

"Just get in the fuckin car. You're holdin' up traffic." He said.