This Is How I Disappear (Negan/OFC)

Chapter 23

——— Negan's POV ———

I put my radio back on my belt after I finish telling Simon my fuckin' plans for tomorrow. About twenty or so workers are headed off to RA outpost to get it fully operational. And I'm gonna fuckin' oversee all that shit.

I put my fuckin' plates in the sink and head out of my apartment toward the wives' lounge. I'm not getting any off of Chuck tonight, so maybe one of them will oblige. I'd rather have Chuck, but... whatever.

I should ask the wives to make sure Chuck eats tomorrow, too, since I'm gonna be fuckin' off site and she didn't eat tonight. Her emotions have been all over the place lately and the first fuckin' thing she does when she gets upset is stop fuckin' eating. We're not going back to being fuckin' malnourished like before. I will not let that happen.

"Good evening, ladies," I call out as I step into the room. The women are still sitting at their table, finishing up dinner of their own. And none of them say a word to me. Just fuckin' staring at me like I grew a second fuckin' dick. "Okay, then," I say to myself with a chuckle.

I sit my ass down on one of the couches and wait for them to finish their meals. It takes me about three seconds to get bored as shit, so I clear my fuckin' throat to get their attention. Get them to hurry the fuck up.

"What do you want, Negan?" Sherry says to me all bitchily.

"Je-sus Christ! The fuck is your problem?" I ask with a laugh. What the fuck has been going on up here that has her panties in a fuckin' bunch?

The women start to clear their plates and Sherry comes out to stand in front of me, arms crossed, foot fuckin' tapping impatiently.

"Well?" she spits out with a shrug.

The other women come out to sit on the couch behind Sherry. Apparently whatever is eating her is eating them, too, because they're all giving me the fuckin' stinkeye. Even Kayla! And she's always a goddamn sweetheart.

"First of all, what the fuck is this attitude?" I wave my hand in front of Sherry. "And second, why the fuck are you acting like I need a reason to visit my own fuckin' wives?"

Tonya lets out an incredulous huff and shakes her head. "You're unbelievable," she says under her breath.

I throw my arms up and look around. I have no fuckin' idea what the fuck I did. I haven't even seen the wives since yesterday morning when I took Kayla back to her room for some fuck time. Maybe it's cuz a didn't fuck any of them this morning. But I was fuckin' busy getting on the road to the outposts!

"You're gonna have to fuckin' help me out here because I have no fuckin' clue why you girls are pissed at me."

Sherry moves back to stand beside Kayla, who is no longer giving me the fuckin' stinkeye, but looks upset. Shit. The fuck happened?

"Yesterday," Kayla begins, "when we were... I didn't bring it up then, but when you were with me, you called me Chuck."

Oh shit.

That can't be. I don't think I did that. Why the fuck would I do that? I've never called any woman by the wrong fuckin' name before. Ever.

I chuckle to cover up my own shock. "You must've misheard, darling. I probably said 'fuck'. They do rhyme."

"Really, Negan?" Sherry groans with a disapproving look on her fuckin' face.

"Were you fuckin' there, Sherry? How the fuck would you know?" Goddamn, Sherry can piss me off sometimes.