A/N/ Thanks for the reviews. I know this new place isn't great and it's probably going to get worse for Lexi but it can only get better after that right? Sylarfan something may happen with Rick in the future you never know but you're right I didnt feel like it'd be right at that moment for anything to happen because he is a good guy after all. Hope you enjoy this chapter. I may be able to get another up today too :)

Chapter 10

"Sorry about that, just some business for Lexi to take care of." Negan announced. "So where fucking were we?"
Lexi downed the last of the vodka and signalled for one of Negans men for another glass. It might not have been the best idea to get hammered but if she had to sit there and listen to all this shit, then she atleast deserved another drink.
They were half way through the main course, roasted chicken and fresh vegetables Negan had claimed from the latest collection at Alexandra. The table was buzzing with conversation, good food and drink put most people in good spirits. Except Lexi and Carl both pushed the food around their plates and held each others hand supportively under the table. Opposite them, Janey was blushing at whatever it was Mickey was whispering intimately in her ear. If only she knew what a dick the guy actually was. Lexi wasn't falling for any of this false niceness, if she had learnt anything from Negan it's that people sugar coat shit so you don't see it coming. So you can't run.
"So Lexi, what is your role here at Sanctuary?" Frank said. "From what I've be led to understand everyone here has a job. Where do your talents lie?"
"Her talents are lying on her back!" Negan laughed.
Embarrassed, Lexi glanced around the table looking at all the judgemental stares. "Negan," She admonished in a low hiss. "Please stop."
Negan rolled his eyes. He didn't give shit what anyone thought, what were they going to do? "Take it as a compliment Lex, what you can do is a fucking talent."
Lexi was silent.
"I'm sure there is more to you than what he's letting on." Frank swallowed a fork full of chicken. "Or is my Mickey right are you just a drug taking whore?"
Lexi lengthened her spine defensively. "Did your Mickey mention the part where he was the one who first gave me heroin and was the one more than willing to whore out his wife? That would also be me by the way!"
Negan chuckled loudly, enjoying the fight Lexi was putting up. He knew she'd never be pliable to this, to be honest he had been in two minds whether to take her off the table but how would he explain that? He couldn't have people thinking he actually cared about her, that's how people got to you. They take what you care about and destroy it. Maybe his mind would be clearer without her around. Frank's settlement was part drug farm so she would be very happy, true he hadn't seen heroin but hey beggers can't be choosers. "Right ladies, I think it's time for the men to talk business. Janey, Lexi go wait with my wives."
Obediently the two women stood and swiftly exited the room. Frank tilted his head in respect for Negan's control over everyone. He really did outlive his reputation. "I can see why you like her. The brunette."
"I've trained her up, took some fucking breaking in." Negan swirled the whiskey in his glass. "Now if you want her, the price has gone up."
"I thought that might be the case." Frank replied, then gestured for Mickey to hand him a black book. "So what will it be?"
"Guns. A shit fucking metric ton of your guns and ammunition."

Exacty three hours.
That's how long it took for Negan to go to Lexi and Janey. Janey had easily fallen asleep on the couch but Lexi had paced for the entire three hours to restless and anxious to stop. She had barely any heroin left in her and this move to a new settlement needed to be nipped in the bud.
Negan had come into the wives quarters and retrieved Janey not so much as giving Lexi a glance. Daniel, Frank's fiercly protective son, was blocking the door out of the room looking at Lexi like she was some cheap street hooker.
"Negan will come get you when my father is ready." After four attempts to get past him, Daniel was still not budging.
Lexi went ballistic. "Listen, daddy's boy, you may not understand how things work around here but I don't take orders off of someone who looks like they sniff stolen panties in their spare time! Now let me out!"
A minute later Negan waltzed in the room. "Lexi, why are you terrorizing my guests?"
"That was the fourth time I asked that twat to let me out to see you."
"He's not supposed to. I was fucking busy, so I'll get to you when I am good and fucking ready."
"Take me out of here," Lexi insisted. "You can't still be busy, I'm losing my mind in here Negan."
"I have shit to do Lex."
"So take me with you. A few hours ago I was swallowing your cum. Now I can't get five fucking minutes."
"Fuck!" Negan yelled, exasperated but still in good humour. "I've got a fucking diva on my hands! A royal pain in the ass!" Titling his head towards the door he motioned Lexi to follow.
It took all her self control to not stick her tongue out at creepy Daniel as she left, but she wasn't five.
Negan led her out of the wives quarters and through to his own. In his living space was a comfy set of leather couches and Negan dropped into one with a thud. "He wants you tonight."
For a moment, Lexi believed the scene was happening outside of her own body. It felt that horrible. "Please dont make me do this. I've behaved recently. I've done as I'm told!"
Negan shook his head. "Don't make this more fucking difficult."
"Please don't-"
He held up a hand to stop her. "I traded you to him, you're not my fucking problem anymore. Now listen to me. He wants to give you a little fucking test drive before he leaves, sick fuck he is. And you are guna fucking oblige."
Lexi stared back at him.
"Then you are guna go live at his little drug den."
Lexi fingered her scabs. She should have been prepared for this but still it felt like the floor had disappeared from beneath her. Sherry had been so sure that he wouldn't let her be taken Lexi had believed it too. "Can I spend the night here? One last time?" Her voice was so small she could barely make it out herself.
Negan smirked and swigged from the whiskey bottle on the coffee table. "I knew you fucking loved it."
Lexi's palm hit his cheek with a sharp slap. "Don't fucking speak to me like that."
"Sweetheart, you are on thin fucking ice." Negan said with a level of calmness that infuriated Lexi. "I have your entire life in the palm of my hand. Like you did my cock." He shook his head and laughed a little. "Where did you think this adorable outburst would get you?"
All of a sudden, Lexi's eyes welled up with tears. "I...Sherry...I want to stay here." She gentley wiped her eyes with her fingers. "Please."
Negan gave a half smile. "What can I say Lex? I shoot straight. Do what I fucking tell you. Give it a month."
"After a month you'll come get me right?" Lexi said. "Bring me home."
This made him laugh. The expression on his face was one of bemused affection. "Jesus, Lex, you sound like a girl I won't fucking call back. But yes, I will be picking up my shit in a months time and if I'm feeling generous you'll be in my little haul. Tonight you stay with me."
Lexi felt a flood of relief. Negan was a possesive man by nature and after a month she was betting he'd have run every possible thing that could be happening to her through his head and have to have her back, as he always said he didn't share.
"I need to speak to Dwight. Go wait in my room for me."
This is what you asked for. This is what yo asked for. Lexi chanted in her head taking in the large four poster bed that took up most of the space in Negan's bedroom. It had some new expensive looking red sheets on, which made Lexi scoff because they were so Negan. Not entirely sure what to do with herself, usually he was already here when she came, Lexi perched on a large cushion that was on the floor at the foot of the bed. The bed was not her domain, he made that clear the few times she had been in there. Even his wives didn't use his bed.
Thirty minutes later, Negan walked into the room with slow, purposeful strides. The dim table lamps illuminated his foreboding stature and handsome face and made his espresso eyes seem darker. Silently, he went to the foot of the bed and lifted Lexi to her feet.
"I wasn't going to have you again." He spoke his voice thick with lust. "But those damn fucking bambi eyes get me every time." His large hands started at Lexi's shoulders then ran down her sides. "And this fucking dress." Negan let out a long whistle. "You know how to torture a room full of men, Lex."
"I wasn't trying-"
"Did I fucking say you could speak?" Negan cut her off, quickly spinning her around so her back was flush to his chest. "You're guna be fucking sore in the morning." His left hand snuck its way down under her dress and bunched it up, with ease he slipped off her underwear. Lexi gasped as his fingers began to slowly rub her. She was wet already and Negan grinned into the dimly lit room. It had been ages but it was still too easy.
Slipping two fingers inside Lexi, Negans thumb rubbed her clit expertly. Lexi moaned and pushed back against him, mentally hating herself for enjoying it so much.
A low growl escaped the back of Negan's throat at the delicious noises she was making, his pants were unbelievably tight. He picked up the assult on her clit becoming more urgent and Lexi could feel herself getting close.
"Negan!" She gasped, gripping onto one of the posts tightly. Negan groaned, his fingers working at a fierce pace. A low whining came from her plump lips-she was obviously so close. Quickly, Negan unzipped his jeans and let them pool around his ankles. Positioning himself at her entrance he slipped inside pushing her over the edge.
Lexi's moans of pleasure were becoming louder as Negan thrust in and out of her at a pounding speed, he was like a jackhammer. Her insides squeezed his cock tightly as the aftershock of her orgasm continued and Negan grunted in pleasure.
"Fuck Lex." He groaned.
Lexi could only reply with loud moans, her fingers clutching tightly on the wooden post with every forceful thrust of Negan's hips. "Faster." She begged him.
Negan smirked and obliged her, his thrusts became faster and harder which Lexi didnt think was even possible. Each time he got deeper and Lexi could't keep in the gasps of pleasure.
It was getting too much for Negan, all the hot little noises she was making, and with a low groan he came deep inside of her, filling her completely. For a minute neither of them moved.
"Negan." Lexi finally panted.
"Lex?" He grumbled in reply.
"Can I sleep here?"
Negan sniggered. "I guess as it's you're last fucking night. And I'm not done with you for the night yet."

Lexi woke to an empty bed, she blinked a couple of times adjusting to the morning light and straining to see the time on the clock beside the bed. Ten. It was later than she had thought. Stretching her legs out of the bed, Lexi groaned. Negan hadn't been kidding when he had said she'd be sore in the morning, she ached in places she didn't even know could ache. Snatching up her dress from the night before she threw it on and hobbled out into Sanctuary.
In the forecourt the convoy was already set up to escort Frank back to his settlement. Negan was instructing men back and forth, Lucille propped on his shoulder.
"Rough night, Lex?" Negan asked, not bothering to look at her, a small smile lifting the corners of his mouth.
"I need...before we leave...do you have any?" Lexi was now stood directly infront of him, feeling more pathetic than ever.
Negan reached in his pocket and produced what she so desperately wanted. "Go in the truck."
Lexi's laces whipped around her ankles as she jogged into Negan's RV, she hadn't bothered tying her boots in her rush to get her fix. Slipping into the passenger seat she searched frantically through the glove compartment for something to use as a tourniquet. "Come on!" All she could find was a battered old piece of rope, probably been used to tie up prisoners, holding one end in place between her arm and side the other end inbetween her teeth she injected the spoonful of dark liquid into the bend of her arm. Lexi's eyes rolled into the back of head as the nirvana overtook her.
Through the windscreen Negan's cold eyes watched her. She made him feel sick sometimes. He knew exactly what would happen at the new settlement, the old dude would be her new boss, she'd be fucking him for drugs instead of Negan. The hold he had on Lucille tightened, he had thought he was keeping his jealousy undercontrol but here it was rearing its ugly head again. "Lets fucking go!" He bellowed, they needed to leave now or he'd change his mind.