A/N Random Easter egg! There is a scene in this chapter that will repeat itself towards the end of the story. I don't expect anyone to remember that, lol, but it just stuck out when I was writing one of the last scenes.

I had every intention of seeing Vin, but I completely forgot the away game. I called the motel and was able to get her on her phone after twelve tries. "What took you so long to answer?"

"I don't get many calls," she laughs. "Are you on your way?"

"Oh, right. No, I forgot, I have to go out of town. Away game. I'll see you Sunday, though." Which might as well been a fucking eternity. I don't even care that we win our game.

This is all weird to me if I think enough on it, which I have, to be excited to actually see a woman and enough that it consumes most of my thoughts. I think one of the more strange things is that I'm actually excited to hear about her day. That bullshit small talk I've always loathed.

I smooth my hair back and take a few deep breaths. Since the door is already cracked, I push it open to an unpleasant fucking surprise… Who the fuck is this cocksucker?! With his fucking tattoos and gelled hair. Fucking trendy fuck clothes and muscles. Fucking bearded douche in his douche shirt about how beard hair should be the only hair between a girl's legs.

"There you go, Vin," he smiles, moving away from the heater.

I'm so pissed off, I didn't even notice how cold it was in here.

"Thank you so much, Niko."

Typical douche name.

"Anytime you need me. You know where I'm at." He winks at her before grabbing his tool belt.

I fold my arms, embellishing what a big motherfucker I am.

Niko scoffs amused as he walks by. "Ok," he murmurs with a snicker.

I slam the door behind him. Go condition your beard.

"Don't be jealous. He's maintenance."

"I ain't jealous. Why didn't you call me?"

"Because… you were a hundred miles away."

"Well, I still woulda come," I frown. "I don't like him. He probably broke it as an excuse to talk to you."

"He's nice to me."

"That's because he wants to stick his dick in you."

"Oh. I suppose that's why you're nice to me too?"

"Well, yeah." I slam my eyes shut. "I mean… shit. It's different. I'm not looking for some wham bam thank you, ma'am."

"And he is?"

"We can smell our own."

"But it's different with me."

"Of course." I have dug myself so fucking deep right now, but she's never been more amused. "Look, yeah, at first I wanted to bring you back to one of these places. But it's not like that now. For the record, fuck yeah I wanna stick my dick in you, but just you. And I wanna keep sticking my dick in you."

"I don't know if I should be flattered or call the police."

She's smiling so that's a good thing, I guess. I narrow my eyes. "What the hell is on your feet?"

"Oh," she boasts and wiggles her toes. "It's my macaroni and cheese socks." She pulls her pant leg up to show me these tall purple socks with noodles on them.

"Are you fucking with me?"

She shakes her head. "They're warm."

"They're as ridiculous as your glasses."

"I'll let you try them on if you want."

I'd rather take something of hers off. I hold up the plastic bag in my hand before I get into any more trouble for the evening. "Hungry?"

"Yes," she smiles, gesturing her hand to invite me in.

I think about that fucker that was in here earlier and rile myself up again. "I don't like that bearded fuck in here."

"This again."

I set the food down on the counter. "Vin, you're naive and I don't want him taking advantage of that."

"Alright, I'll have him arrested for fixing my heater."

I start to laugh. "Smart ass."

"Did you win your game?"

"Fuck, I can't remember."

"Because you were too busy thinking about your dick in me?"

"You're not going to let me live that down, are you? And don't talk like that." Unless you wanna get fucked. "Have you been watching the movies in the purple?"

"No, honest."

I end up overstaying my welcome and Vin falls asleep. I know that I could probably scoot next to her and she wouldn't mind, but all this sneaking around shit is making me feel disgusting. I don't want to have to hide us because I'm with Lucille. And the last thing I want to do is hurt Lucille. I can hear her voice in the back of my head.

Emotional is just as bad as physical cheating if not worse!

I turn off the TV and slip out. I didn't want to wake Vin up to lock the door so I sit in the parking lot all night to make sure that no one goes near her door. When she leaves for work in the morning is when I drive away. I'm sure she had to have heard my car as I pulled out, but I'm just not ready to explain myself to either woman yet. Way to be a man, Negan.

Getting pulled over the other night gave me an idea. It wasn't just a car that Vin needed. We needed to work on getting Vin a driver's license and not just her ID. I'm just… a little unnerved about showing her how to drive stick in my car. "Now, slowly... fucking slowly, ease up off the clutch and take shit slow. Slowly," I shout, grabbing the dashboard. "Look, Vin Diesel, this ain't Fast the fucking Furious."

"We're going two miles an hour, and who is Vin Diesel?"

"It's a joke. Let's try this again. Don't close your eyes!"

"I can't drive a car!"

"Yes, you can. Now, we can always get you a car that isn't manual transmission, but you need to know this shit. Everyone should know in case you're in a situation where that's all there is. Let me tell you what my instructor told me. Treat the pedal like your nutsack."

"Why would I step on a nutsack?"

"I don't know… my dad drank a lot. Ok, forget what I said. Let's try something different."

Six fucking hours and one damaged shopping cart later

"Good! Good. Thank fuck. We're alive."

"It wasn't that bad."

"It was pretty fucking terrible."

She rolls her eyes at me. "Anyway, I like driving the stick better. It gives you more control."

"Yeah it does," I snicker.

She looks over at me and laughs. "Was that a penis joke?"

"My life is a constant series of dick jokes."

"Because life is long and hard?"

I bellow out a laugh. "Stop it. Christ. You're getting me long and hard."

"It wouldn't be hard if you had stayed over the other night."

Fuck! I fucking knew it! Instead, I get pulled over by the cops and bitched out by Lucille when I could have been having motel kinky fuckery fucking. "Does your carpet match the drapes?"

"I don't have carpet on my floors."

I don't even realize she's in a handicap spot as we get out. "You should get some hardwood for those floors."

Her eyes slowly move up to mine.

Please, god, drop to your knees and give me head right here.

Instead, she fishes out her keys and quickly barges in her front door.

I slam it behind me as she scoots up on the bed. "Fuck yeah I'm going to lay that shit down right fucking now." I drop to my knees as I unbutton her jeans, wiggling them down her hips.

"Negan, I've never done this before."

I didn't think I could be any more turned on than I already am. "I'll be real fucking gentle," I smirk, stretching over her. My hand roams her slim waist before I reach in my pocket. Fuck! I changed out of those goddamn pants that had the condom in the pocket.

She places her hand on my cheek. "Thank you, Negan. For everything these past few days," she smiles.

My fuckstration dissolves when I look down at her. She's beautiful. Behind those glasses and that oversized shirt. Her macaroni and cheese socks. She is beautiful. I don't want her like this in this filthy motel with some girl screaming 'fuck me, daddy' next door.

"That's illegal."

I bellow out a laugh because Vin's so fucking literal sometimes. "I don't really know how to explain it. Some girls call their boyfriend daddy. It's not their actual father."

"Oh. Would it be alright if I didn't call you that?"

"Wait, are you saying… that you want more?"

"You're on top of me about to take my virginity. I just thought... we were more," she blushes.

Fuck. I've fucked this up. "Uh, Vin… I gotta go." I scramble to button up my pants and step inside my boots, almost tripping.

"Negan, I'm sorry. Please, don't leave."

"I-" I look back at her briefly and it fucking kills me. "I'm sorry." I hurry from the motel room and screech my tires leaving the parking lot. I can't even be honest with Vin because then I'll lose her and really will be alone. I've dug myself so fucking deep that I can't get myself out. The look on her poor face as I fled that fucking motel room. Like she had done something wrong. It was my fault. "Fuck," I yell. My eyes shift to the rearview mirror. "Fucking great." I pull over with a sigh.

"You again, Mustang Sally," the officer says.

I hang my head and give him my license and insurance card. Fuck me.