Daddy's Girl

Chapter 6 - Hell

For breakfast, I couldn't decide between the eggs Benedict or a smoked salmon bagel. So I had both. As well as a 'market fresh' fruit medley, slow drip coffee with hazelnut cream, and a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice. The stomach ache that followed was well deserved. Thankfully though, the droning voice of the weatherman on television lulled me into an after breakfast nap. When I woke again, I felt more refreshed and revitalized than I'd ever been in my entire lower-class existence. So this is what being rich feels like. I sighed in content.

After a moment of incubating in a pool of early sunlight, I dug through the fluffy mountain of down comforter in search of my phone. I fished it from the sea of finely threaded sheets and found no missed calls or messages. While I frowned at first thinking Negan would have at least text me by then I sooner shrugged it off. At least my trip to heaven wasn't over just yet.

With nothing to eat, nothing to watch, and nothing to do, I was left with no choice but to snoop. It started innocently enough in the kitchen. He'd said there was no food but I was curious. Were there forgotten leftovers? A stash of snacks? I certainly wasn't hungry but I wondered what kind of food he ate. What sort of flavors he liked. I started with the fridge but it was empty as promised. I searched the cabinets next where he had a set of dishes and flatware. There was a block of cutlery but I didn't see much use in it since there was no cookware at all. When I checked the oven it was so pristine and unused it still had the instruction manual in it. -But of course. Why would he cook when he could pay someone to do it for him? I rolled my eyes.

The rest of the penthouse was so minimally and functionally furnished that there wasn't much else to look through. I rummaged through a shelf of leather-bound books in search of his interests but found the books were merely decoys. The contents were blank and empty. They existed purely for aesthetic. I scoffed in defeat thinking that too was appropriately shallow of him.

Beside the books, I found a cigar box. My heart leaped a little thinking surely he kept some sort of stash of secrets there before I realized it was only that. Cigars. I plucked one from the box and brushed it under my nose. I inhaled the rich scent of tobacco and sighed. Normally I didn't smoke cigars. In fact, I hated the smell of them once they were lit, but I was out of cigarettes so I burned one on his stove. The taste was as terrible as I'd anticipated so I sooner extinguished it in the kitchen sink.

Near the end of my search, all I found was an unfinished crossword from last Sunday's paper. I evaded his bedroom a bit longer by attempting to finish the crossword myself. But as I chewed away the end of my pen, the thought chewed away at me. Surely Negan wasn't so cut and dry. The life he led was far too deeply seeded in filth for him to be so sterile. -Or perhaps that was the point. Maybe he wanted to seem bleak and indistinguishable because a man like him was bound to be hiding something. Somewhere.

A mere ten minutes passed before I was back on my hunt and I started with his nightstand. I wasn't surprised to find condoms and lube. Although I didn't see the point of the lube. Were there women that weren't instantly drenched by the sight of him? God knows I certainly wasn't one of them. I scoffed before I tiptoed over to the rows of drawers across the room but they were empty aside from a few plain white t-shirts. So I inched over to the closet next.

Inside the walk-in there were suits. A full rack of dark ensembles complete with fresh, crisp dress shirts and ties to match. Aside from a few shifts in color, it was mostly uniform. Repetitive. I ran my hand across his regalia while guesstimating the value of his closet alone. Twenty, maybe thirty grand. And that didn't include the row of well-polished shoes. They were scuff-less and polished. Perfectly arranged by color. Starting at a rich, warm brown and ending in a patent leather onyx. I peeked at his size despite knowing exactly how long the rest of him was. I blushed at the thought before setting his large shoe perfectly into place. Aligning it with the others. I checked it once more for symmetry before turning for the door when I ran into Bigfoot himself.