* BOMBSHELL WIFE !

WHAT   AN   EGO   ON   HER.   he   could   respect  it,   but   damn  it   wasn’t   the   cutest.   he   was   a   simple   man   and   loved   women  of   many  kind,   but   sometimes   there   surfaced   one   that   really   striked   a   nerve.   her   forwardness   made   him   scoff   with   a   gaze   away   before   their   foreheads   were   pressed.   with   a   perched   brow,   their   foreheads   were   no   longer   conjoined   as   he   gazed   down   at   her.    ‘   everyday’s a hard day. ain’t gonna complain. comes with the job. besides… i’m thinkin another lovely lady needs my company. heard y’re doin just fine makin sure my men know who the fuck you are. care to explain y’rself or are you just gonna keep lookin pretty?   ‘    a   DEAD   stare   looked   directly   her   way,   no   hesitance,   no   distraction.    ‘   you know i don’t allow cheatin… there’s a damn good load of women who’d love take y’re place.   ‘         

                  ‘ OH, THE SWEET, INNOCENT SMILE lavished on her lips was a sight to see ! She was by no means as innocent as she appeared, but was as LOYAL as they come. If Negan, her beloved husband, told her to KILL someone and bring their blood back to him --- she’d DO IT, for him. It was a FUCKED UP kind of loyalty, but Bella was all about it --- she KNEW where she stood and while she fancied herself the prettiest, most loyal wife ( she might easily be ) , she knew NOT to ruffle Negan’s feathers. She only WANTED him to see her the way she saw herself --- the BEST. Tilting her head to the side, she reached forward to stroke his cheek, shaking her head.