Chapter 21:
They headed out of her apartment to the apartment that Negans wives stayed in (it was more of a communal apartment since there weren't enough bedrooms, but each wife had their own room (like Negans Officers did) but they spent most of the day in the apartment per Negans orders). Joey was outside with a clipboard making sure Negan was only bothered by those on the list.
"Hey Joey, is he 'done' for the most part...you know?" she asked him with a smirk.
"Yeah yeah, he's taking visitors. He'll be happy to see you, he's been sort of moody," he mused, knocking on the door.
"Why don't you wait out here while I make sure the boss man is good to go?" Camille said to Peter, kissing his cheek as he nodded then she walked inside.
Of course once inside Camille rolled her eyes some. Negan sat on the couch playing a game of backgammon with Tonya while his other wives cuddled around him, fawning over him as Tonya whomped in his ass in the game. But as much fun as Negan was having, his face lit up some as he turned his head and saw her there.
"Good morning kiddo. Did you eat? There's breakfast left over," he said to her like a concerned parent.
Camille smiled warmly to herself, she was still taken back a bit when he acted more like a parent around her...she thought he did it without really knowing so.
"Nah, Im good...I ate. Got the morning duties done, there was something I want to talk to you about," she said.
As she was speaking, he paused the game to turn and regard her, but his face changed a bit.
"What the fuck are you wearing?" he asked her, standing up.
"Huh? I'm wearing clothes Negan, anyways, we have a newbie and I think..."
"Whoa, shut the fuck up, what the hell is that outfit? You look like a dominatrix," he said disapprovingly.
"I look good, you're jealous because you're getting fat," she spat, that comment making his wives hold back laughs.
Negan walked over to her and stabbed his finger into her shoulder hard, "you're not walking around like that!" he growled.
"Whoa, no one stops you from walking around like a sad fat Greaser," she retorted.
Just as they were about to get loud, Peter, still outside the door spoke up.
"Do you two STILL fight like this?" he called out, having realized who her boss was from hearing his voice.
"Why does that voice sound real fuckin familiar?" Negan asked, moving past Camille, with a shoulder bump and opened the door. "Holy shit, look what the dead cat dragged in!" Negan laughed and waved Peter inside. "I was wondering why Camille was bitchier than usual, she's a real pain in the ass when happy," Negan grinned, kissing the top of her head as he moved to sit back down.
Peter walked up and stood next to Camille, tho he was looking at her and not the many gorgeous wives Negan had around him.
"Yeah, well...its why she's the best," Peter said, making Camille blushed.
"Oh Jesus, still following her around like a little-lost puppy after all these years?" he asked with a mocking smile.
"Are you being a dick for a reason?" Camille frowned crossing her arms over her chest.
"Of course I am. Getting your goat is the highlight of my day," Negan told her with honesty.
"Okay, Im already done with you so, yay...Peter is here and Im putting him to work so...fuck it, let's go, Peter," she said, shaking her head with an eye roll as the two headed out of the room.
Negan quietly got up and followed behind them, once Peter opened the door he pushed him out quickly.
"Gotta talk with my second in command here," he said hurriedly before shutting the door in Peters' face.
"Okay, what crawled up your ass today?" Camille growled, tired of his bullshit today.
"What crawled up my ass? What crawled up into that stupid fuckin little brain of yours?" he asked jabbing his finger against her temple until she swatted his hand away. "You think keeping that little snot around will look good on you?" he asked. "Unless you're starting your own harem which...go for it if that's what you want," he said winking to her but his face turned serious, "have him work as far away from you as you can."
Camille looked at him with narrowed eyes, her mind wondering what the hell he was going on about.
"What is this about?" she asked him.
"You don't need friends, Camille. Hell, I have men I'm close to, but I can already tell Peter is going to be a kink in our plans because you'll let him get in the way," he said lowly.
"Oh..so am I just a kink in your plan then Negan? Are you keeping me at arm's length?" she asked sorely.
"Shit no...fuck no! We're family Camille, that's different. Friends are a whole different beast. If you were smart you would make damn sure he's not working close to you," he said importantly.
"So you just want me at your side but otherwise friendless and alone for my time here?" she asked.
"I'm not saying that Cammy, I just want you to think smartly," he said with a bit of a sigh before letting her leave.
Negan turned to his wives and waved over Frankie, "I hate to work your fingers so hard but I need another massage," he told her to which she nodded as they headed into the back room.