Summary: (Based on the book You Shouldnât Have Come Here by Jeneva Rose) Y/N is a city girl who grew up in the city all her life. Things become heated when she takes a vacation and stays in an Airbnb hosted by a stranger, Negan Smith. During her stay, many secrets unfold from both the city girl and the countryman.
Warnings: 18+!, mentions of a lot of smut!, kinda perv! negan smith!, age gap relations (reader is in later 20s, Negan is in 40s!), stalker vibes!, slight slow burn!- literally so smutty after the first chapter!, mention of murders!, mystery vibes!, mentions of cheating!, pet names!, southern accents!, mentions of Lucille!, mentions of death!, signs of dom negan!, signs of obsession!, toxic relations!, darker themes!- it's going to get bad!, reader has hair and is girly!, reader is a city girl!, signs of sub reader!, sexual tension!, family trauma!, drinking!, pet names!, third pov, and not fully edited! - warnings will be different each chapter.
A/N: You little nasty devils are in for a treatđ⊠maybe even a few tricks up my sleeveđđ I hope you enjoy this series as much as I loved making it. Please note, this is a darker themed story. So readers be advised and take note to each warning. Thank you guys so much for the support, now on to the first chapter! Banners are by @cafekitsune
THE PERFECT WOMAN MASTERLIST
The smell of the city life.
She was feeling overwhelmed and needed a break. Y/N realized that escaping city life for a few days was important.
A vacation, a small getaway.
Y/N booked an Airbnb in the countryside. From her research, it seemed to be a small town. She reserved a room hosted by Negan Smith, who appeared to be a nice guy looking to make some extra money. He aimed to provide guests with an âunforgettable country life experience.â
Not much was said about him in the description, but the place was beautiful. A small cottage house, sitting on an acre field of a farm. A huge barn, horses in the field. Sheâd never had that experience, Y/N imagined it being so quiet and cozy, she craved that. The young womanâs life has always been filled with chaos, maybe that was on her parents but she had to battle it out herself.
A fighter⊠Y/N was that for sure.
Y/N packed her things up in a suitcase. She barely knew how to pack for this trip. She tended to overpack for trips and knew this trip would be the same. Y/N didn't plan to go out much. However, she wanted to rest. Her job was becoming too much, and she was stuck in a small box for an office. Maybe that wasn't her typical dream job; it paid the bills.
The drive unfolded like a beautiful painting. Y/N delved deeper into the wooded area, which had towering trees dressed in shades of green. Sunlight filtered through her sunroof. With each mile, Y/N felt a sense of relief wash over her as if the burdens finally began to lift. She embraced this peaceful place, stepping away from the hectic rhythm of the busy highway she navigated daily.
Her friends buzzed with speculation about her daring choice to stay in someone elseâs house, especially with them around. Negan was older, the kind of guy they warned her aboutâsome creepy older man peeking at her. But Y/N brushed off their comments, a thrill coursing through her. Maybe it was the allure of escaping her routine, the unbeatable price of the cozy spot, or the excitement of having someone local to show her around the town. Whatever the reasons, Y/N felt a rush of freedom; she was sure this trip would turn out well for her.
After a few hours and podcasts, Y/N GPS led her to a long driveway and a cottage in the distance.
This must be the place, her home for the next 10 days.
Y/N felt a pit in her stomach, a warm and familiar sensation that perhaps she had experienced before. The rocks cracked beneath her tires as she drove down the long driveway. The driveway curved to the farmhouse, where a red truck was parked outside the front porch. A taller man wearing a dark flannel shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to reveal some tattoos, caught her attention. She noticed him bent over on the porch, using a hammer to work on something wrapped around the house.
The manâs gaze followed Y/N, looking through her fish bowl-type windows easily to see in. Y/N got out of her car, giving the older man a warm smile. âHi, you must be Negan. Iâm Y/N.â Y/N confidently talked. First, her image of him changed by the minute, âI texted about an hour ago. I was close; sorry to pop up.â
Of course, he would be hot.
Yes, she saw his profile; it did not do him justice. Negan gave a slight smile, shaking her soft hands. A printed flower dress hugged her curves. Her hair was held halfway up, with slight curls at the end. Her lip gloss was shiny, and her lips were plump.
âThatâs alright, darlinâ. Iâve been doing a few touch-ups on the house here.â Negan responded, his eyes scanning over her. She didnât look from around here; no one dressed like she did. No one looked like how she did. Negan felt a tingle up his spine; clearing his throat, his mind became fuzzy.
Fuck, not now⊠not yet.
âYour home is beautiful; I knew it was the perfect place for a peaceful rest,â Y/N confided, popping open her truck to get her belongings. Negan was not hesitant to help, carrying her suitcase and small bag.
âYou donât plan on moving in, do ya?â Negan picked on her. He could hear her giggle behind him as she slid her purse over her shoulders. Both walked up the porch, Negan pushing the door open for her, letting her walk in first. âIâm a girl; I tend to overpack.â Y/N took in the environment quickly. It was beautiful; it was an older type of home. Woods stairs greeted her when walking in to lead upstairs, the living room to the side, and a small dining room on the other. âYouâll be staying upstairs in the room to the left; Iâm at the other end of the hall,â Negan clarified, setting her bags down in front of the stairs and going over the house with a house tour.
Entering the kitchen, Negan told her to help herself with snacks. He would go out and gather the groceries and such. He seemed like a gentleman, a little quiet and short with his sentences. âThe basement had a major pipe bust, so itâs a hot mess. I may have some work to do there, but I keep it locked.â Negan motioned to a solid white door. He twisted the door, showing it locked.
"Don't worry, basements are creepy anyways." Y/N pretended to have shivers; Negan snickered, leading them back around up the stairs. Her suitcases were in his hand, opening her room up. "I hope it's enough for you, sweetheart. You seem like a little ole city gal." Negan teased back, and Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, shrugging. "You seem to think you have a read on me already, Negan." The way his name rolled off her tongue, he could even think he saw a glim in her beautiful eyes.
His head was starting to feel like scrambled eggs.
The room was quite cozy. The bed seemed to be a queen. The red sheets were perfectly made, with a matching comforter. The room even had a small vanity with a desk, including her bathroom. Y/N was glad to have this privacy. The view outside of her room was terrific, too. She could see all the horses and the green trees. It seemed so peaceful; it was what she needed."âI love the room; it's perfect"â Y/N approved; her dress spun along her hips as she looked around the room. Negancouldn'tt help but look at her tanned, toned legs; her hair looked so perfect. He wondered what it even smelt like. Probably the best flower he'd ever smelt.
Negan knew he should not be this infatuated with her so soon, but she was like a magnet drawing him in. âThank you, darlinâ,â It was silent; the air felt thick to Y/N. She even wondered if Negan thought it, âIâll let you get settled in; Iâll be downstairs outside if ya need anything.â Y/N gave him a warm smile, watching him leave her alone and shutting the door behind. Y/N breathed out like she hadnât been able to breathe before. She placed herself on the bed, pulling out her phone to text her arrival to her friends.
Of course, there wouldn't be any service out here; she was nowhere. Y/N sighed, throwing her phone on the bed. She could go into town later, letting her friends know she was there, even if it was a day or two. Even so, possibly it was a good idea that she didn't have any service; a break from the media was also needed. Y/N let out a soft breath as she unpacked her clothes, carefully placing each item where it would fit best in her temporary home. The furniture around her had a rustic charm, each piece bearing the marks of age while still retaining beauty. The wallpaper, marked with delicate floral patterns, hinted at a feminine touch, which made her wonder if Negan had once shared this place with a wife.
He was an attractive older man, exuding an air of privacy. Curiosity tugged at her mind as she wondered whether he operated the Airbnb for companionship. Y/N laid a few books on her nightstand, making the space cozy. The silence was lovely, and the bay window provided the perfect spot for her reading. Sitting in that place with a book nearby, Y/N looked outside toward the field and spotted Negan.
Y/N watched him take and tend to the horses, putting each back into their pens. A cowboy topped his head now. Even from far away, he looked good, too good. It had been a while since Y/N had been with anyone; the last one cheated on her. Even after that, she went back to him.
Y/N felt the weight of loneliness pressing down on her like a heavy blanket. No matter how hard she tried to shake it off, she found herself drawn back to him, seeking the warmth of companionship. She longed for attention, for the gentle touch of another's handâsomething, anything to break the solitude that wrapped around her like a tight rope. Perhaps it was a toxic craving, this insatiable need for connection, but it was simply who she was.
During the breakups, the absence of intimacy grew painfully noticeable; the memory of a comforting embrace lingered like an echo in her mind. This deep yearning made her feel vulnerable, exposing her heart. Each time she returned to Christopher, she knew she was risking it all, but the hunger for closeness was an ache she couldn't ignore.
The woman kept watching Negan closely, and her book stayed open in her hand. Negan closed up the horses, headed to the barn, and closed the door behind him. Y/N waited a moment before he came out, but he never did. She would read her book, keeping her eyes peeled. The sun was finally starting to go down, hitting hour two of reading and unpacking. Y/N knew she had not seen Negan leave that barn; maybe she was crazy and missed him leave. She had not heard anything or anyone coming back into the home. Y/N thought momentarily, biting her lip, interest slowly taking over.
Y/N quickly got to her feet, slipped on her shoes, heading downstairs. The house was quiet; it seemed like she was the only one there. She wondered whether she should keep waiting or check if something had happened. Walking outside, Y/N looked around. The air was still warm, which she loved. Although the city usually got cold at night, she appreciated the warm summer air. She began to explore, heading toward the back area of the barn.
A few crickets were heard, and the horses made their noises quietly. Y/N kept glimpsing around her surroundings, a few sticks breaking, making her nervous. It's just animals, calm down. Of course, the downside is living in the country, not just the pros. Y/N kept telling herself she was alone, but her anxiety kept at her.
Finally, she reached the barn and stopped in her tracks. She kept her arms close to her body, crossing them and digging her nails into her sleeve. "Are you okay?" Y/N called out, but no one answeredâonly the faint echo of her voice lingered in the air. Slowly, she walked towards the barn, which had remained closed for hours earlier. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, and her body began to burn with tension. Y/N reached to pull on the locked barn door, but it wouldnât budge.
Her eyebrows furrowed, and she turned around to see Negan standing close, making her jump with a gasp. "Shit, you scared me." Y/N panted, holding her chest, "Sorry, didn't mean to curse; not sure if that's your thing." Negan smiled, that same cowboy hat resting on his head, his flannel tucked into his jeans.
Man, what is it with a country man?
"Darlin', you haven't heard my dirty mouth yet. I didn't mean to scare you," Negan confessed. She knew he noticed her pulling at the barn; she just had to play along. "What are you doin' out?" Negan questioned, waiting for her answer, seeing how nervous she was.
He didnât want to make her uncomfortable, he wanted her to feel at home.
âI-uh, youâve been gone awhile. I thought something might have happened.â Y/N was not lying; she wondered what was behind the barn door. âJust fixing some things; barn needs some repairs. Horses have a different temporary home for now.â Negan replied, wiping his hands with a handkerchief.
Well, I guessed that answered that.
Y/N felt her body relax, keeping her looks on his thicker hands, his tattoos peeking out, and a few on his chest. How the hell wasnât this man married?
âHow about we go out tonight? There is a bar in town. Best food around, get you a good ole country dinner.â Negan whipped up the suggestion; he seemed so chipper. Y/N smiled at the thought, piercing her lips, wondering what the harm would be in going. âHm, now thatâs a suggestion I can go for,â Y/N responded; Negan motioned to her dress. âSeems like you are already lookinâ good, darlinâ.â Negan complimented; Y/N tried to hide her reddened face, âIâll just clean up quickly before we go.â
âSounds like a plan, cowboy.â
Different than anything Y/N had ever been to.
The bar sign was still welcoming, with a neon sign above. The place was a wooden, two-story building with two decks. It was lit up, and people were hanging out outside on the decks, dancing and eating. Country music played loud from the speakers. Negan opened the door for her. The air was filled with the scent of whiskey and cigar smoke, which Y/N found weirdly comforting.
âNo security?â Y/N asked; usually, the places she visited had a bouncer at the front. But this was no nightclub, some city club. Negan chuckled, his hand falling to her shoulder, helping her to the bar. His touch made her jump, still sending a chill down her spine. âGot a few bouncers, but this ainât no exclusive nightclub, doll,â Negan remarked, feeling a few eyes linger on them. Negan knew people would stare for many reasons, of course. Maybe she wasnât from around here; she didnât look like it. Most girls in that bar wore jeans and boots; this woman wore this cute little dress. Fuck, Negan knew she was making the women furious, and the men head over heels. But no one would have her; if it were, it would be him. Negan had the small thought creep into his head.
The two made their way to the bar. Negan pulled out her seat for her and let her climb onto the bar stool. "Negan! Hey man, how are you?" a male behind the bar asked, seemingly close to Negan's age. His hair was a little more grey, with a mustache. "Same ole, same ole," Negan groaned, slapping the man's back with a hug, "Oh, this is Y/N. She is staying a few days on vacation. Y/N, this is Simon, the owner."
Simon looked stunned momentarily, holding it back with a smile and shaking the younger womanâs hand. âVacation huh? Out here?â Simon chuckled, throwing a towel over his shoulder, âNot too much to do around here, sweetheart. Few shops, this is about the only bar in town.â Y/N shrugged; maybe she needed to be away from everything,
"I think that's exactly what I wanted; there's not much to do, "Y/N replied. Simon offered both of them a drink. Negan was surprised to see Y/N order whiskey, making his lips twig and smirking. "You don't seem like a whiskey kind of girl; I thought you get a fruity drink," Negan revealed, smirking her way, watching her sip the whiskey, quickly taking it back.
Why am I so fascinated by you?
Negan found himself questioning why he felt this way so soon. âI guess you donât know as much about me as you thought,â Y/N teased, a flirty smirk on her face. They both laughed and continued their conversation. He wondered if bringing her here was a mistake. Negan knew he would be questioned, and she might face questions, too.
âWhere are you from?â Negan questioned, longing to get to know her. âIâm originally from New York, but Iâve moved outside the busy area,â Y/N said, sipping her drink. âWhat made you choose me, huh?â Negan interest peaked. Y/N bit back her smirk, hiding behind her glass. âI-uh work in an office. The city life is too much. I needed a break from it all; your place seemed perfect.â
âI work at a high school, doll. I understand.â Y/N laughed, not seeing this man as a teacher or anything like that, âIâm a coach.â Y/N couldnât help but imagine him in gym shorts, the way he would look too good. Why was she so captivated by him? Most of their conversations stayed normal, even so innocent. After a few drinks, an hour passed as Y/N dismissed herself to the bathroom. Negan couldnât help letting his gaze follow her the whole way.
It wasnât like he wasnât the only one staring.
Simon threw a towel over his shoulder as he refilled Negan's glass. They sat in silence for a moment before Simon broke the tension. âDonât you find that odd?â he asked. Negan raised an eyebrow, downing his drink and signaling for another refill. âOdd that a woman like that is hanging out with me?â Negan countered. Simon rolled his eyes and poured whiskey into both glasses.
âWell, that, and that she is alone. A girl like that is traveling all by herself..â Simon trailed off, âStaying with you by herself just seems off to me, man.â Negan didnât think anything of it; it wouldnât be the first time a woman had stayed there alone. âShe seems harmless, but I think I could handle her.â Simon chuckled at his comment, seeing a shimmer in his eye. A shimmer he had not seen since he had his wife, Simon watched the younger woman emerge from the bathroom.
The atmosphere changes when she arrives, creating a different tension for Negan. There was a palpable layer of sexual attraction; he knew he shouldn't feel this way about her, yet something about her was undeniably captivating. Was it inappropriate? Yes, but Negan couldn't resist the pull she had over him. She was undoubtedly a walking temptation.
âGot you another one, sweetheart.â Simon gestured toward Y/Nâs filled drink. âIâll get you a table, so go grab some food.â With that, Simon left the two of them alone. Y/N still held her drink, her purse hanging off her shoulder. âHow long have you and Simon been friends?â Y/N asked, sipping her drink as she looked at Negan.âIâd say weâve been friends for almost ten years. Weâve been through some tough times together,â Negan confessed, extending his hand for her to follow him to a table. Y/N smiled, taking her drink in one hand and his hand in the other.
Negan pulled out a chair for her to sit across from her; Y/N glanced over the menu, seeing things she never even heard of. The only thing she recognized was the burgers and bar foods. Y/N wanted to try something new; she needed something new in life. âWhat do you usually get?â Y/N wondered, Negan already having his menu closed, his gaze watching her like a hawk. No matter what she did, she looked good. The way her manicured nails grazed the menu wishing it was his chest, his dick.
Fuck, he was an awful old man. A sick twisted one to be fair.
She seemed so curious and innocent, making Neganâs mouth water. Y/N had an entire course of five-star meals in front of him that he couldnât have. âThe fried chicken is amazing here; if youâre a meat person, that is.â Negan made her giggle, and her cheeks brightened pink. âThen Iâll get the fried chicken then.â
Y/N felt safe and comfortable being there, even with Negan. Although she had just met him, everything seemed to be going well. Something was intriguing about him as if he had secrets she longed to uncover. The way he moved, even just an inch, sent tingles down her spine and made her squirm. His commanding presence, as he ordered for them and led the conversation, put her at ease in this unfamiliar place. The night went smoothly; Negan ensured she had the best blueberry pie she had ever tasted before they left. Y/N felt she had never enjoyed a meal as much as that.
Perhaps this is the itch she has been craving?
The following day, Y/N had her head buried deep in the pillow, pulling it closer to her. Her eyes adjusted to the bright room as the sun peeked through the bay window. It was pretty beautiful, unlike the black-out curtains at home. It was just a little past 8, and Y/N felt a chill in the air as soon as her feet touched the cool wooden floor. The smell of sausage soon reached her nose, stirring her awake. After throwing a robe over her pajamas and slipping into her house slippers, she headed downstairs, following the delicious scent that made her stomach grumble. The sizzling sound in the kitchen led her to find Negan cooking at the stove. He wore plaid pajamas that hung low on his waist and a black top. His toned arms were visible, each tattoo telling a different story.
Last night, Negan and Y/N returned to the cottage home. He ensured her bathroom had plenty of towels and was available for anything. Y/N never had someone be so generous; maybe it was the Southern hospitality. Y/N also couldnât help but feel attracted to this man, and she felt something stir inside her. Like lustful dark thoughts, the sexual desire. Y/N showered that night, letting her thoughts wander as her hands roamed her body. She was washing her body with soap, trying to wash away her sinful thoughts. However, it only made it worse. Y/Nâs eyes closed, and his face would sneak in, hinting at her hands being his instead. Those giant, thick fingers roamed her body.
âAre you hungry, darlinâ?â Y/N jumped at Neganâs question. The man had not even turned around yet. She watched him flip the sausage, bending down to check the oven. Y/N watched him closely. She tried to fight the thoughts again; she couldnât let her mind wander off again. âUh, Iâm famished, actually,â Y/N answered. Negan smirked, turning around with an apron on, which made Y/N snort out a laugh.
âHot chef, huh?â Y/N gestured to the apron with big letters that wrote ââHOT CHEFđ„”,â âWith the actual emoji beside it? What are you 12.â Negan and her laughed. He playfully shrugged, removing the apron. âIt was a gift, a gift from someone special.â Negan trailed off; the change in his voice made her eyebrows furrow with curiosity. Y/N shook off that curiosity, offering her help.
âDo you need help with anything?â
âJust finished, sweetheart, but you can get some plates and forks,â Negan gestured near the cabinets and drawers, âLeft cabinet and left drawer.â Negan started to gather breakfast around the table; Y/N felt like a married couple. The thought tugged at her lip, and her cheeks blushed as she put the plates and forks together. âSo what did Negan Smith whip up for us?â Y/N questioned, setting the plates around the table and sitting across from him.
âA good ole biscuits and gravy meal with some sausage,â Negan answered, offering to make her plate, which Y/N let happen, âIâm gonna make you love it down here, sweetheart.â Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes playfully. The food looked amazing; the biscuits looked crisped and buttery. The milky gravy smelled terrific, and everything seemed so perfect. âI love a man that can cook.â Y/N winked, taking a bite and moaning to the delicious food. Negan hated the way she ate food and turned him on; like, what the fuck is wrong with him? He tried to focus on his breakfast, letting the morning be quiet. Both had a cup of coffee, their breakfast being eaten in silence.
"You can cook, you seem to have everything together, and you're not bad-looking," Y/N started, earning a smile from Negan. How are you, like, not married or what?" The older male held in his laugh, wiping his smirk with his napkin, clearing his throat. He loved the confession, even if it wasn't much; it was music to his ears. Negan trusted this woman as if she wouldn't hurt a fly. "I had a wife," Negan confessed, sipping his coffee before continuing, "She died about eight years ago due to cancer."
âOh, Iâm a total asshole now.â Y/N burst out, making Negan laugh and shake his head. âItâs fine, sugar; Iâm okay talkinâ about it with you.â Y/N eased up a bit, going back to her breakfast. After breakfast, Y/N offered to help with the dishes, and both continued with small talk. It felt like she had known this man forever, as long as his best friend, Simon.
âYou just have Simon as a friend?â Y/N wondered about the other people in his life; she asked why she was so curious about him. âI have a couple of other small friends, and a few people buy things from my garden during the summer. I have a few exes, some not proud of.â Y/N laughed, agreeing with him. âYeah, I know that feeling,â Y/N revealed, handing over a dried-off plate to Negan.
âAh, bet you got some wild stories, sweetheart.â
Y/N's lips pierced, continuing washing dishes and handing Negan clean ones to put away. "I dated a guy, Christopher," Y/N confessed, letting her story out, "We dated for a long time, kind of off and on. I'd keep going back after he was a cheater." Negan nodded for a moment, both finishing up on the dishes.
âSometimes you go back because itâs all you know, darlinâ.â
His words hit the younger woman deeply as he understood her. Y/N's mouth parted, and she nodded. Their eyes were on each other, and she leaned against the counter as Negan was close to her, brushing against her arm. "How about I take you to see the horses? It's a beautiful day out to ride." Negan asked, breaking the tension he had to leave the house. Y/N smiled at the suggestion, loving the idea. "I've never rode a horse so that it would be exciting," Y/N admitted, sipping her coffee. Her gaze never left his, which made Negan squirm. It was like the tables were flipping on him. "Don't worry, doll, I will teach you." Negan winked.
Y/N headed upstairs to get dressed, barely knowing what to wear. She chose some blue jeans and a T-shirt. Maybe it was not her style, but Y/N knew a dress, skirt, or even her sweatpants would not be approved for such activities. Negan was already out in the field, grooming one of the darker chocolate brown horses. Most others ran around in the field; it was a beautiful sight.
"She's a pretty one." Y/N went up to Negan, a little hesitant,t being close to the horse. "Her name is Daisy. I've had her for years now," Negan replied, gently taking Y/N's hand on the horse's head. "She's harmless, sweetheart." His hand stayed with her, and Y/N eased up, giving Daisy small pets. Negan instructed, "The saddle on her has straps for your feet. Put your foot in the strap, pull up on the handle of her saddle, and pull yourself up." Y/N listened carefully, feeling a little nervous. Her hands grazed the saddle, taking hold of the handle; her foot slid into the strap.
âIâll help ya, darlinâ,â Negan suggested; his hands met her waist, helping her up; maybe it was an innocent suggestion. Perhaps it was an excuse to get his hands on her. Negan couldnât help but watch her ass in those jeans when she pulled up, the way her breast had that perfect curve on top of her shirt. This woman was perfect to him. Y/N felt his big hands on the curves of her waist; she couldnât help but love it. Something about him drew him in, curiosity?
Curiosity killed the cat, thoughâŠ
She sat perfectly on the saddle, breathing loudly, holding the handle tight, and seeming tense. âRelax, darlinâ, youâre doing great so far,â Negan encouraged. Y/N let her body relax, feeling Neganâs hand on her waist, his other holding hers along the handle. Just gently nudge with the rope, and sheâll go.â Y/N did precisely what he asked, feeling Daisy move beneath her, which made her jump.
Negan laughed at her reaction, watching the young woman closely. Y/N seemed so innocent,t so pure. She was beautiful, too; she looked even better riding the horse. He knew she'd show off in some cowgirl boots and shorts; he knew, however, that didnât seem like who she was. She was different from the women around here, and Negan wanted that. No one else; it seemed it had to be someone like her. Y/N felt a sense of comfort, soft stroking the horse's hair as they walked the field. "Letâs take her back to the older barn; I will follow you. Just take it slow.â Negan claimed, following the trail beside her as she rode the horse.
"It's quite comforting," Y/N acknowledged, feeling her body relax as her nerves slowly began to lift. Negan chuckled, his hands tucked into the pockets of his dark jeans."Not just this but the whole place. It seems too good to be true," he said with a shrug and a smirk, glancing at her beneath his hat. âPerhaps, sweetheart, there are secrets about this townâabout this placeâthat might make you think otherwise,â Negan confessed, his words piquing Y/Nâs curiosity. She wondered what secrets this man might be hiding.
âWhat? This town haunted or something.â Y/N playfully joked, âGhosts tend to stay around with unfinished business.â Negan went silent, his mind twisting and wondering what he should say. Should he tell her everything?
âUnfinished business, huh?â Negan gathered, snickering and pointing ahead at the older barn, âLet me help ya off.â Y/Nâs hand met his shoulder and cupped her waist, helping her down. The younger woman couldnât help but want his hands back on her, in many places on her body. Negan got Daisy back into the barn with the other horses. Both sat on the older stool; Y/N kept her eyes on the horses and the open field. Negan, however, had his eyes only on her. Y/N was perfect, the way her hair draped down her face, curling up on her perky breasts. Her lips, even the way she breathes, were perfect.
âYou donât get lonely out here?â Y/N questioned, turning her gaze to Negan. âSometimes being a lone wolf is nice,â Negan admitted. Deep down, he acknowledged that he felt a voidâa missing piece of having someone with him, someone to care for and love. Y/N sensed more in his eyes, as if he were revealing a more profound truth.
âThe lone wolf doesnât ever get lonely?â
Negan tensed, feeling her finger graze his, their hands closer, both cupping the bench underneath them. Her Light pink manicured nails against his fingers made him wonder how they would feel elsewhere. It was such a light touch, but fuck, it kept repeating in his head. Even a lone wolf gets hungry like every other wolf.
A predator hunting its prey.
"You may be on to something, sweetheart." Negan lips pierced, feeling a certain tension between them, "I'd say I've enjoyed your company so far." Y/N wondered what she should do next and what he would do next. The older male seemed closer now, pointing to the open field leading into the woods. His other arm moved behind her, feeling his arm graze her back. Y/N's toes curled in anticipation, and her nails scraped the wood. "It's so peaceful like, you said, so quiet." Negan words seemed suggestive, and his voice seemed more profound, "The woods stretch for miles and miles. Can't hear a sound." Y/N's mouth parted, and his fingers trailed up her spine. The touch sent a chill up her spine; she could stop him, but why would she?
Y/N couldnât help but think that she seemed darker; she even thought it was almost sinister. The idea ran out of her mind as his fingers traced her spine, and their eyes stayed on the fields. Her throat tightened, fighting not to shift in her seat. The way he was making her feel was something she hadnât in a while, and he enjoyed every moment, smirking to himself, feeling like he was breaking her. âCouldnât hear any yelling..â Y/N pondered, his hands twisting her hair, pulling through his fingers. âNo, darlinâ, couldnât even hear yelling,â Negan confessed, intrigued each moment. Y/N couldnât help the urge anymore, his thighs closing together, feeling her body ache. Y/N felt her clit ache, fuck she shouldnât do this.
This is exactly what was not supposed to happen.
The older man felt it, too; this woman made him crave her like a hot five-star meal. Sweet as an apple pie sitting on a windowsill, Y/N was someone he wanted to worship. A woman like her deserved everything, and he was ready to give it to her. Negan tried to make her his, no matter the cost. He knew he shouldn't have these thoughts; he barely knew her. However, something about her played on repeat in his mind. "Not even screams, huh?" Y/N teased, and Negan chuckled, shaking his head as he was drawn into the moment. Their gazes met, and they saw a spark in each other's eyes. Y/N struggled to fight off the urge building within her, an itch becoming too much to ignore.
A loneliness she had felt for so long seemed to be fading away. Y/N knew it might sound pathetic to some, but she didnât want to dwell on that anymore, even if it was just for a few days. Negan seemed perfect for that distraction; maybe he even shared her thoughts. He watched her closely as her eyes peeked out from beneath her eyelashes. His hands tucked her hair behind her ears, tracing down to her cheek, cupping it softly before brushing against her lips. "We could test the theory if you want to, Y/N," He suggested. The way he drew out his words felt profound. Just as his lips were about to crash onto hers, his phone rang, interrupting them. The tension between them shattered, leaving a slight sting in her chest. Negan grunted, pulling his jeans down as he retrieved his phone from his pocket and answered the call.
Y/N exhaled deeply, running her fingers through her hair. Her thoughts were in disarray; what on earth was she doing? The younger woman couldn't determine whether her actions were right or wrong. She barely paid attention to Negan's conversation on the phone. "Yeah? Shit," Negan cursed, rubbing his face. He glanced over his shoulder, quickly averting his stare back. "Yeah, I'll be there soon." He hung up the phone, sighed, and turned to her. Y/N's face was flushed, and she appeared embarrassed. Negan realized he probably looked just as flustered.
"Uh, sorry about that, sweetheart. I have an old friend whose car broke down, and I need to go help them out," Negan conceded. Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat, trying to find the words to respond. "Iâuh, I understand," Y/N responded, getting up from the bench to follow him back to the house. They were now a few feet apart, not as close as they had been moments ago. Y/N wondered how to break the tension and change the subject. "Are you and this old friend close?" Y/N asked, clearing her throat and trying not to make too much eye contact with the older man. Negan sniffled, rubbing the scruff on his face. The tension was still high for him; he wanted to grab and kiss her right there. Negan couldn't help but feel obsessive and possessive. He had never felt this way toward a woman so strong, not even Lucille.
What was this woman? Who was this woman? What were her secrets? Did she have any dark ones? Of course, she has them; no one that is irresistible doesn't.
"Guess we must be; she is Lucille's old best friend. I help her out from time to time after her husband passed." Negan confessed that Y/N felt a pit in her stomach. It was instead an old, scared feeling that made her feel slightly uncomfortable from the innocent confession. Y/N nodded, piercing her lips and scrunching her eyes from the awkwardness. Negan let her go first up the porch, his hands barely touching her back. Both stood on the wooden porch, Negan kept his hands resting in his pockets his eyes never left hers.
The older man exhaled as he opened the front door for her, then reached for his keys hanging beside it. "Feel free to roam around, darling," he said. Negan was hesitant to leave her; her eyes seemed to plead with him, drawing him in. "I'll be back, so don't go too far," he winked before stepping outside. She heard his truck starting up, leaving her alone in the house.
Y/N knew at that moment that this was going to be different. Negan knew then that he was utterly infatuated with Y/N and would do anything to have her, no matter the cost.