Author's Note: Wow, this is a long chapter! I didn't expect to get distracted go off the rails in this one hehe. I'm glad you are all enjoying the story though! Things are going to pick up soon...
Song: Untitled (How Does It Feel) by D'Angelo
"Chris, it's either I quit or I work for the both of you," you argued. Having two jobs while going to school would be tough to handle, but you were sure that you would get used to it. Plus, having another job could help with the bills and then some.
"But why him? Of all people?"
"He asked me to work for him. Simon and I… We know each other. I told him that I couldn't just leave this place. You gave me a job when I first moved here, Chris. So, I told him the same thing. Either I work for the both of you or I don't work at all."
Chris sighed, "But I get you for more hours than he does."
"Well, yes, but let's not tell him that," you smiled.
"How is it going to be split up then?"
"I'll work here weekends because I know it's the busiest. The rest, I'll work for him."
"So, you're telling me you'll be working three days out of the week for me and the rest for him? How is that fair, [Y/N]?"
"Are you forgetting that I need a day off, Chris? It's split evenly. Three days for you. Three days for Simon. I'll work for him Monday through Wednesday and Thursday through Saturday for you."
Chris narrowed his eyes. "You're lucky we're even negotiating this. If it were any of my employees, I would have let them go without having this conversation."
"It isn't too late, you know. You can fire me," you grinned.
"Oh, and what? Let Simon have all the business? Yeah right. I'd be stupid if I did that," Chris sighed. "So, today's Monday…"
You nodded, "I'll be across the street. This will work out. Trust me."
"Oh, I trust you. It's not you that I'm worried about… It's Simon."
"Well, trust me and my judgment, Chris. I'll be back Thursday, okay?"
Chris rolled his eyes, "You're so lucky you're such a good bartender."
"Yeah, yeah. I'll see you then." You smiled, leaving the bar and deciding to head home to get ready for tonight's shift at Simon's bar.
You slipped on a loose black crop top and dark grey leggings. You grabbed your maroon apron and stuffed it into your bag before leaving your apartment. It would be your first day working for Simon and you didn't know what to expect.
It had been a couple of days since you slept with him, but no numbers were exchanged. Not only was it your first day on the job, but it would also be the first time you would see Simon since your heated love session on Friday.
Walking into Simon's bar after parking your car, you looked around and noticed John cleaning the glasses and preparing them for tonight's shift. He grinned in your direction, flashing you a wink.
"Simon wants to talk to you. He's in his office. Down the hall. Last door to your left," he grinned.
"Don't look at me like that!" You laughed, walking down the hall and past the kitchen doors to gently knock at Simon's closed door.
When you heard his voice, you bit your lower lip. All you could think about were the dirty things he whispered into your ear when he was thrusting into you. Shaking your head at the naughty thoughts, you stepped inside once he allowed you in.
"Hi…" You mumbled, shutting the door behind you.
Simon looked up at you, standing from his desk. He stood in front of you and gently tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear. You had to let out a breath of relief; you thought he was going to act like nothing happened between you two.
"I never got your number," he whispered.
"You never asked," you quipped back.
Simon chuckled, stepping back to give you some space. "Fair enough."
You arched a brow, crossing your arms over your chest. "Are you going to ask?"
"I didn't peg you as an impatient woman," he smiled.
"Well, you'd be surprised to see what else I've got hiding under my sleeve."
"I'm sure you're full of surprises, [Y/N]. Aside from the paperwork I need for you to fill out, could you also leave your number? For personal reasons, of course."
You bit your lower lip, walking up to him and kissing his cheek. "Oh, definitely."
Simon smiled, setting down a small stack of papers for you to fill out as a new hire. He motioned for you to take a seat and you obliged almost instantly. He moved to sit across from you, remaining quiet as he overlooked the receipts from the previous nights.
You were focused on filling out the paperwork and signing where it needed that you didn't notice someone entering the room. You gnawed at your lower lip, reading each document carefully before signing.
Suddenly, you were broken out of your reverie when you heard Negan's voice.
"My, oh my, doll." Negan sat next to you, glancing from Simon then back to you.
You glanced over at him and cleared your throat. He looked just as handsome and he was sporting that damn leather jacket again.
"Hello, Negan. It's nice to see you again," you replied. You turned your attention back to the stack of papers, trying to avoid the distraction that two of the men you had fantasized about was now sitting in the same room as you. Again.
"That's all I get? Just a simple hello and a nice to see you?" Negan asked.
"I'm trying to do paperwork here, Negan. I'd greatly appreciate it if you didn't bother me while I'm trying to read."
"Well, I just wanted to say it's fucking nice to see you too, [Y/N]."
You bit your lower lip, trying to refrain yourself from smiling. You glanced over at Negan and noticed that he was now looking up at Simon. Both men had begun a conversation and you tuned them out, looking over the signed paperwork. You made sure to read through each document before grabbing a nearby sticky note and placing it atop of the stack.
Glancing up at Simon, you smiled to yourself and wrote your number down for him and adding a personal message saying, "For personal reasons."
You slid it across the desk and watched as Simon glanced down at it. A large grin spread across his lips before he watched you stand from your seat. Negan looked up at you, glancing at the piece of paper before clearing his throat.
"I should go and help John just in case. He can show me the different drinks you guys have here," you said, removing your bag to wrap the maroon apron around your waist.
"Glad to have you on the team, [Y/N]." Simon said, smiling down at you.
"Glad to be here, boss." You winked, turning on your heel after nodding in Negan's direction. You walked out of the room and felt someone gently take your elbow to turn you around.
"Can we talk for a second?" Negan asked.
"Sure, about what?" You replied, biting your lower lip. You had almost forgotten how tall he was.
"You like Simon?"
You arched your brow. You didn't expect Negan to ask you a question like that, especially since you didn't know yourself. "I think we're just having fun with each other, that's all."
Negan nodded, running a hand over his beard. "You going to give me a chance, doll?"
"You're married, Negan. I may have fantasized sleeping with the both of you at the same time a year ago, but I do not and will not stoop down to help a man commit infidelity. It'd be a different story if you were single," you admitted.
"I had a feeling you'd say that. Well, Simon's a fucking lucky guy then. He got to you before I did."
You laughed quietly, shaking your head. "There's nothing special about me. I'm sure Simon and I will drift apart after a few nights together. It happens."
Negan arched a brow, taking a step forward and into your personal space. You could smell the scent of his cologne and you could feel his body heat radiating against yours and you wanted nothing more than to toss out all your morals and bring him into an empty room.
He leaned down. His lips were dangerously close to yours as you sighed quietly. Suddenly, the same hunger you felt a year ago was now settling at the pit of your stomach. You wanted Negan and you wanted him bad.
"Don't sell yourself short, [Y/N]. You're a fucking catch," he whispered, leaning in to your ear as his beard gently brushes against your skin.
You gasped quietly, bringing a hand to your mouth. You looked up at him, your cheeks flushed and pink. "Well, I – Uh, thank you…"
Negan smirked, pulling back to look down at you. "You want me just as bad as I want you, don't you?"
"I do, but I can't. You're married."
"Take a risk," he whispered.
"I would, but I'm not that type of woman." You looked up at him, sighing quietly. You let your eyes rake over his leather jacket before turning on your heel to walk to the bar.
"All right. I'm here and ready to learn," you told John, glancing down at the hallway to see Negan stepping back into Simon's office.
"Do you like her, Simon?" Negan asked, leaning back in his seat.
"I don't know her that well aside from what she likes in the bedroom," he winked, "But I can see myself getting to that point."
Negan sighed, running a hand over his face in frustration. "I'm dealing with a serious cause of blue fucking balls. I can't get the image of her out of my goddamn mind, Simon."
"You're married –"
"I fucking know I'm married. I have a ring on my finger as a reminder. I don't need you or [Y/N] telling me what I already know," he said frustratingly.
Simon narrowed his eyes, sighing quietly. "You've already been down that road, Negan. Are you sure you want to put Lucille through that again?"
"Listen, I'm not a great fucking guy, okay? I know that."
"Then what's the problem?" Simon asked.
"[Y/N] is. She's the fucking problem. I have never wanted someone as much as I want her and the only thing I have to go off on is her dancing and that damn brief Facetime call last Friday."
Simon chuckled, "Sorry about that, by the way. I just had to show you. I mean, we practically talked about her every day for almost two months."
Negan glanced over his shoulder absently, sighing to himself. "How is she anyway?"
"Are you talking about in general or in bed?" Simon asked.
"Do I really have to fucking answer that question?"
Simon chuckled, "I'm going to assume it's the latter. She's amazing, Negan. Tight, too."
Negan groaned, "I don't know why I'm even fucking asking."
Simon stood from his chair, patting Negan on the back of his shoulder. He glanced down at his friend and chuckled, shaking his head. "Let's get a drink."
"How are you already getting the hang of this and it's your first day here?" John asked, watching you expertly make the different drinks.
"I'm not sure. It just comes naturally," you replied, handing the drinks to the customers that were waiting.
"It's not as busy here on a Monday night, you know. You must have brought the crowd with you," he grinned.
"Maybe!" You smiled, walking to the end of the bar to talk to a man who had his finger raised in the air. He asked for a beer and you nodded, reaching over to grab the needed beverage. You opened it with a bottle opener and set it on the counter with a napkin.
"You new around here?" He asked, trying to make small talk.
"My first day actually," you smiled.
"Well, it's nice to see a pretty face," he complimented.
"Aw, that's sweet of you. Have a good night, okay? If you need anything else, my name's [Y/N]. Just call me over and I'll be here quick," you said nicely.
You walked back to John and dried the wet glasses, setting them onto the counter to make a few drinks.
"You've got three numbers from those guys over at the corner of the bar," John said, motioning to three men that looked like they were your age.
You glanced over at them and chuckled, shaking your head. "Well, thank you for being their wingman," you teased.
"I've got to help a brother out, you know," John chuckled, helping you with the drinks that were lined up on the counter.
"They're not my type. They look a bit too young," you added.
"They look like they're your age, [Y/N]!"
"Exactly," you winked.
"So, I'm three years older than you. Do you dig me?" John asked.
"Well, you are cute," you teased.
You walked away to hand the drinks to the waiting customers, taking their money and placing it in the register behind you. You smiled and heard the music turn on, seeing a crowd of people walk to the dance floor.
The bar was less crowded once the dance floor opened up. You leaned against the counter, cleaning the residue with a clean, damp towel. John walked over to you, arching a brow.
"You mean it? You think I'm cute?"
"Yeah, of course. You've got the cute green eyes."
"You're trouble, [Y/N]," he chuckled.
"I've heard that a few times, actually. I'm beginning to think it's true."
You turned your head to see Negan and Simon taking a seat at the stools at the bar. You walked over to them and grabbed two glasses, arching your brow in their direction.
"Let me guess… Scotch or whiskey?" You asked.
"Scotch for me," Negan said, "On the rocks."
"I'll go for tequila. I'm feeling like a tequila type of man lately," Simon said, grinning in your direction.
"Scotch sounds right, but tequila? That's surprising," you smiled, pouring them each their choice of alcohol into their glasses.
"How are you doing? Learning okay?" Simon asked.
"Yeah. John's a great trainer. Right, John?" You smiled, turning to look at John.
"What?" He asked.
"See. He's great," you giggled.
Negan arched a brow in your direction, glancing around the bar. "You know, I've never seen it this fucking busy on a Monday night," he said.
John walked over to the three of you, using his towel to wipe the counter. "That's what I said. It's because of [Y/N]. She's attracting all types of crowds. Three guys even gave her their phone numbers."
You laughed quietly, playfully slapping his arm. "Stop. Not my type, remember?"
"Oh, right. You like older guys," John winked.
Simon and Negan arched a brow, watching the interaction between you and John closely. They didn't like how comfortable and flirtatious you were to your coworker.
"You've got customers waiting on you. Those girls look like they have been trying to get your attention. I told you, John. It's those green eyes," you smiled.
John glanced over at the two girls, blushing instantly when they waved at his direction.
"Perk up, buttercup. Time to work your charm," you teased, gently pushing his shoulder. Once he left to tend to the women, you looked over at Negan and Simon. They looked pensive and slightly jealous.
"What?" You asked.
"You and John have a thing?" Simon asked.
"What? Not at all!"
"Well, I'm just wondering, [Y/N]."
Negan cleared his throat and motioned for you to pour him another glass of scotch. You obliged, pouring an ample amount into his empty glass.
"You two fucked each other's brains out. Don't get all fucking weird around me. Frankly, it's awkward as shit and very uncomfortable," he said.
You sighed, rubbing your forehead absently. "Hey, Simon? Can I take a fifteen?"
He arched a brow and nodded, "Sure, yeah. Anything you need, let me know."
"Thanks." You removed your maroon apron and left the bar, walking down the hall to retrieve your bag from Simon's office. You sighed and sat down at the chair, looking over your phone to see any emails from your professors.
Slowly, you lift your head to see Negan entering the room.
"Listen, I didn't mean to say it all out in the open like that," he said.
"I'm beginning to learn that you speak without really thinking, Negan."
"Yeah. It's a fucking flaw of mine."
He sat next to you and sighed, looking down at his wedding ring for a moment before shaking his head. He promised Lucille that he wasn't going to cheat again, but how faithful was he when he was thinking about another woman?
"What, Negan?"
"Nothing. Enjoy your break," he said, standing from his chair.
You arched a brow before standing and taking his hand. You cleared your throat at how familiar this was. It was as if you were being transported to Jason's bachelor party and you were tugging on Negan's hand to push him into his seat.
"Whoever your wife is… She's damn lucky to have you."
Negan cleared his throat quietly. He didn't know why, but he felt a bit guilty. Lucille deserved better than him. If anything, he was lucky to have her.
He glanced down at your hand and arched a brow before taking a step towards you. Negan couldn't help himself. The curiosity and lustful hunger he felt for you was too much for him to handle. You had caught his interest a year ago and even to this day, he wanted you just as badly as he wanted you then.
"You'd be lucky to have me too," he whispered.
You cleared your throat, dropping your hand. Negan stepped into your personal space. You wanted to take a step back, to move away from him, but you couldn't. You couldn't move.
"Negan…"
"I have thought about you for the past year, [Y/N]. I got married, but somehow, you still lingered in my mind. Then all of a fucking sudden, you show up to Atlanta – of all places –, and you're here," he stepped forward again, resting a hand on your hip once you bumped into the edge of the desk.
"You're married," you sighed, dropping your eyes to his wedding ring. "I want this, believe me I do, but I can't. I won't."
"My marriage with my wife has been crumbling ever since I – Fuck, ever since I cheated on her."
You cleared your throat. Your mind was screaming for you to leave, to walk out of this office, to push him away, but for some reason, you couldn't.
"Then don't give her a reason to end it," you whispered.
With a heavy sigh, you gently rested a hand on his chest and slowly pushed him from you. You watched his tall frame stumble back a bit. You glanced over at the door before seeing Simon step inside.
Great. Being in the presence of two men you constantly fantasized about was not helping the raging thoughts that entered your mind right now.
"I'm still on break," you mumbled.
"I know. But, this is my office, remember?" Simon replied, walking to his desk. He glanced between you and Negan, arching a brow.
"Nothing happened," you blurted out.
Simon raised his hands in the air, smiling. "None of my business and if it did, I would strangely be fine with it."
"You guys are going to be the death of me," you whispered.
"How so, doll?" Negan asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I don't think I should say. I think my break is over…"
"I thought you said you were still on break?" Simon smirked.
You sighed angrily, throwing your hands in the air in defeat.
"I can never win with you two, can I?"
Negan shook his head, "Nope. And from the look on your face, it seems like you've got something on your mind that I think you should fucking share with the class."
Simon arched a brow, "What's on your mind, [Y/N]?" He moved from behind his desk to stand next to Simon. You had to clear your throat. Seeing them side by side only reminded you of that night of Jason's bachelor party.
You looked between Simon and Negan, your eyes deviating to each man. You absently squeezed your legs together while standing, motioning to the door nervously.
"My break is over," you muttered.
Negan smirked. Despite the serious conversation you two shared before Simon walked in, he knew how badly you wanted him.
Simon knew to keep things professional while at the workplace and no matter how badly he wanted to pull you against him, he refrained. Instead, he walked to the door and opened it for you. He extended a hand and motioned for you to leave the office.
"A woman's not going to open the door when there's an able man to open it for her," he smiled.
"Oh, you're working your charm, aren't you?" You smiled. You glanced over his shoulder to look at Negan, your eyes meeting his briefly.
"What can I say? I'm a perfect gentleman," Simon winked.
"Not in the bedroom, you're not," you teased.
"Oh my fucking god. Please. I am still in the fucking room." Negan exclaimed, rolling his eyes.
"Sorry…" You called, biting your lower lip. "I'll get back to work." You turned on your heel and left the office, quickly walking back to the bar to help John with the sudden rush of people that walked in.
"I'm going to take a wild guess and say you tried to convince her to get with you," Simon said, sitting at his desk.
Negan shrugged, "Not really, no. I mean, I fucking want to and I know she fucking wants to, but I'm a patient man. I can wait."
"What makes you think she'll give in?"
"Oh, trust me, Simon. Did you catch the way she squeezed her fucking legs at the sight of the both of us? She'll give in and I'll be waiting with open arms," he smirked.
"What about Lucille?" Simon asked.
"We haven't been – We're just in a rough fucking patch, okay? The only time she and I are in the same house is when we're both going to bed. I don't even get a kiss from her anymore."
"Can you blame her, Negan? You cheated on her."
Negan narrowed his eyes, "Okay, smartass. It was already like this before I fucked up."
Simon nodded, "Don't get so defensive."
"If the roles were reversed, Simon, you'd react the same fucking way, okay?"
"Why do you want [Y/N] anyway?" He asked.
Negan rubbed a hand over his beard, "Why do you want her, Simon?"
Both men stared at each other, narrowing their eyes at one another. Simon broke the contact first, glancing over at the number that you left for him.
"I don't know. I saw her come into the bar and all of a sudden, memories of Jason's bachelor party rushed back. You and I both know how badly we wanted her that night. She comes in here and bam. I felt it again," Simon replied, shrugging a shoulder.
"Exactly. Do you think I want to be thinking of another fucking woman? No. I promised Lucille, but if I'm not physically cheating, then how come I'm thinking of ways to fuck [Y/N] and how badly I want her? That's still cheating, isn't it?"
"It's a complicated situation, Negan. I know [Y/N] wants you. I know you want her. I'm oddly okay with you both hooking up, but don't do it. Just – Resist and take a step back, Negan."
"She walks into a room and she captures the attention of everyone in that room, Simon. What the fuck do you want me to do? I can't help what I feel."
Simon sighed, running a hand over his face absently. "Well, I'd say you're in a difficult position here."
Negan glanced down at his watch, sighing quietly to himself. He knew he should be on his way home, but knowing that you were still here prevented him from leaving.
"I'm going to get another fucking drink," he said, leaving Simon's office. Negan walked to the bar and watched you work, biting his lower lip. He decided to sit at the end of the bar, motioning for you to walk over.
You set the drink down for one customer before glancing over at Negan. You arched a brow and smiled politely at the customer before walking over to Negan.
"Another scotch?" You asked.
Negan nodded, "That'd be fucking fantastic, thanks."
You grabbed a glass and set it down in front of him after scooping ice into the cup. You turned around and grabbed the bottle of scotch, unscrewing the cap and pouring an ample amount into Negan's glass.
"You still dance?" He asked.
You cleared your throat, setting the bottle back where you got it before you looked up at him. Business was slowly dying down and only a few customers were left, so you had enough time to talk.
"Professionally or in my spare time?"
"Professionally," Negan responded, sipping from his glass.
"Nope. I left that part of me when I left Vegas. I'm a full-time bartender and student now."
"Well, look at you. Getting your shit together. If I'm being honest, I was hoping you still danced. You were fucking good at it."
"I still dance. It's just more of something I like to do for fun rather than for a profession," you shrugged, grabbing a clean towel to absently clean the counter.
"If I asked you to dance right now, would you say yes, doll?"
"If I wasn't working, I'd definitely say yes."
Negan grinned, downing his drink. He glanced at the clock then whistled at John. You watched as the other man turned at the sound, arching a brow.
"She's taking her lunch right now." Negan told him, extending a hand out for you.
"Negan…"
"You said if you weren't working… Being on a fucking lunch break means that you aren't working, so… We're going to fucking dance."
You cleared your throat and took his hand, glancing over your shoulder to see the look of amusement on John's face. You sighed to yourself and removed your apron before Negan led you to the dance floor.
"Relax. It's one dance," he whispered.
You looked up at him, staring into his eyes for a moment. Negan tilted his head, resting a hand on your hip as the music echoed throughout the bar.
"One dance and that's it," you replied.
"Nothing will happen unless you want it to, [Y/N]."
You nodded, resting both hands on his chest absently. You felt his free hand rest on your lower back, pulling you flush against him as the song slowly began to shift into a much more slower one.
Girl it's only you
Have it your way
And if you want you can decide
That if you'll have me
I can provide everything that you desire
You stared into Negan's eyes, swaying with him. His body was pressed against yours and it reminded you of that night in Las Vegas and how you straddled him. You slowly shut your eyes, feeling his strong arms wrap around your waist.
Negan held the eye contact until he watched you shut your eyes. This type of dancing was much different than the one you shared with him at Jason's bachelor party, but for some reason, Negan enjoyed this just as much.
While you weren't grinding against him, the song was just enough to let the sexual tension hang in the air. You slowly opened your eyes to look up at him. His usual green hazel-like eyes had turned into a much darker shade filled with lust and desire.
If you feel the same way baby
Let me know right away
I'd love to make you wet
In between your thighs cause
I love when it comes inside you
I get so excited when I'm around you
Your fingertips ran across the leather of his jacket, inching towards his zipper. You stared into his eyes, playing with the zipper of his leather jacket before you gasped, pushing yourself against him when you felt his hand move slowly to your backside.
"Negan…" You whispered.
"I want you so fucking bad, [Y/N]…"
You didn't stop him from letting his hand rest casually against your backside. Instead, you just pressed yourself against him as the two of you swayed to the soft beat of the song. Negan knew exactly what he was doing to you, but he remained mindful that he didn't want to pressure you into something you were hesitant on.
"I should – My lunch is probably up," you stammered, finally pushing away from him.
Negan nodded, keeping his distance. He could tell when a woman wanted him and from the looks of it, you wanted him more than ever now.
"Right. I should probably head home. I've got fucking work in the morning."
"Oh, yeah. Mr. Negan," you giggled. "Thank you for the dance."
Negan grunted, looking down at you.
"If you call me that one more time, I will fucking take you right where you stand, doll." Negan smirked.
You cleared your throat, widening your eyes. You knew he was married, but you couldn't help the fact that your body was succumbing to every lustful need.
Simon watched the both of you and chuckled to himself. With a few long strides, he was now standing next to Negan and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. Both men knew exactly what they were doing to you and they were enjoying it.
You needed to gain the upper hand, but for some reason, you didn't want to. You enjoyed this little game that they were playing.
"You have anything to eat, [Y/N]?" Simon asked.
You shook your head, glancing up at Negan before turning your attention on Simon. "
"I haven't, nope."
"You should probably get something to eat on your lunch break, doll," Negan teased.
You narrowed your eyes and took a step forward. You were now in his personal space and that same smug grin was on his lips just like it was when you were dancing against him a year ago.
"Someone asked me to dance. He seemed a bit desperate, so I had to agree," you quipped.
Negan narrowed his eyes and replied, "Desperate? You may want to rethink another fucking word, [Y/N]."
"Why? I think it's a perfect word choice. Don't you, Simon?" You grinned, turning to look over at Simon.
The other man smirked, "I think if someone's desperate, it'd be you."
You widened your eyes, your mouth forming into a small 'o' shape.
"You guys are ganging up on me. I see how it is. Well, you know what, I can play that game too," you threatened.
"You are actually fucking cute thinking that your threat will scare us," Negan grinned.
"Don't tempt me."
Simon quietly laughed, glancing around the empty bar before leaning over to kiss your temple.
"Negan's right. You're being really cute right now."
You narrowed your eyes and stepped back, crossing your arms over your chest.
"I am trying to be angry here!"
"Well, you're doing a poor fucking job at it," Negan responded.
"You know what, I'm going to ignore the both of you right now and grab a bite to eat before my lunch break is over."
Simon laughed quietly, nodding. "Be back in thirty."
"Will do, boss," you replied, walking away from them.
Simon watched you walk away, his eyes deviating to your backside. Negan did the same, shaking his head.
"Who fucking knew that we'd still be attracted to her?"
"Well, she sure made an impression at Jason's bachelor party," Simon replied, walking back to his office with Negan following behind.
"I should probably head home," Negan said.
"See you tomorrow?" Simon asked.
Negan shrugged, "We'll see."
Simon offered to walk you to your car after your shift. You accepted without hesitation. When you had come back from your lunch break, you found yourself looking for Negan and was slightly disappointed to find out that he left.
You opened the passenger door and set your bag onto the seat before closing it. You walked to the driver's side and looked up at Simon, glancing around before pulling him into a brief kiss.
He instantly pressed a hand on your hip and the other on the roof of your car, leaning into you.
You rested a hand on his chest, slowly moving your lips against his as your free hand moved to his cheek.
Simon knew exactly what he was doing with his lips and tongue. It was proof not only through the kiss, but when he showcased his talented tongue a few nights ago.
You pulled away after a few moment, letting your fingertip run across his jawline. Simon smiled down at you, kissing your forehead before he reached down to open your door for you.
"Good night, [Y/N]," he grinned.
You bit your lower lip before leaning up to peck his lips a few times. "Okay, okay. I'm going. Good night, Simon.
You pulled away from the curb and began driving back to your apartment. Tonight was a good first day working at Simon's bar. It felt nice to be able to interact with new people.
Once you made it to your apartment, you quickly walked to the bathroom to take a shower. Your mind drifted to Negan and the intimate dance you two shared. You wanted him just as badly as you wanted Simon.
Ugh, why couldn't he be single?
You finished showering and set an alarm for your class the next day. You grabbed your phone and noticed two unread messages from two unknown numbers.
Unknown #1:It's Simon.
Unknown #2:Hello, doll.
Fuck. It's a group chat.
You took a deep breath and decided to reply.
You: You've got the wrong number.
Just as you were settling into your covers, you felt your phone vibrate to see two messages. They must have been waiting for your reply.
Simon:Really?
Negan:Even through text, we can tell you're fucking lying, [Y/N].
You:… You put me in a group chat with Negan.
Negan:I can read what you're fucking saying!
Simon:I thought it'd be funny.
You:Well, I've got to go to bed. I've got class at noon.
You were already under your blanket, cuddling with your pillow. You couldn't help but smile at the fact that these two men were giving you so much attention. It made you wonder if sleeping with the both of them will cease all interaction.
There was a part of you that wanted to find out, but another part of you that didn't. Though, you were sure that fulfilling your fantasy would happen one way or another. You just hoped that you had enough self-control to remember your limits.
Negan: Sleeping so early?
You: It's two o'clock in the morning. I just finished a seven-hour shift. I'm tired.
Negan: Right. I fucking forgot. Sorry, doll.
You: No worries, Mr. Negan. You both get some rest.
Negan: You calling me Mr. Negan is bringing back some fucking fond memories, [Y/N].
Simon: Jason's bachelor party.
You: I'm too tired to discuss this. So, I'm going to head to bed. You two can go and fantasize what happened together.
Negan: Ha ha. Fucking hilarious.
Simon: I'll fantasize about that night and the one we shared a couple of days ago too.
Negan: Lucky bastard.
You: I'm putting you both on 'do not disturb.' I'm heading to bed. Good night.
Simon: Good night, [Y/N]. See you tomorrow. Good job today.
You: Thank you, boss. Oh, and Negan?
Negan: Hm?
You: Thanks for the dance.
Negan: Fucking shit.
Simon: Want to talk about it?
Negan: Fuck off, Simon!
You read over the messages and giggled to yourself. You made sure the alarm on your clock was set and also adding another set of alarms on your phone. You set it on your nightstand and shut your eyes, succumbing to the comfort of your mattress.
You couldn't wait to come into work tomorrow.