Chapter 7

 Cash had picked up the new truck that he had wanted for so long that now he had both the freedom and need for but strangely enough he wasn’t all that excited for now. His transaction had been handled by none other than the dealership’s owner, Ted Mackey. Bob Mackey’s son. Surprise surprise. Let the games begin. Ted had been sugar sweet. Overly friendly and Cash knew that there was an agenda behind that. Now, Negan had come with an agenda too but at least he had shown up true to himself. He wasn’t afraid to be a jack ass and say what he was thinking and that was an attribute Cash could get behind where as Ted Mackey was an ass kisser. Those were the types that threw red flags and would no sooner slit your throat. But that wasn’t necessarily what had dampened his excitement for his brand new truck. He just really wasn’t all that over the moon like he would’ve thought and that was depressing. When he got home, regardless if the sofa were a broken down piece of shit or not, he was going to lay down on it and think. Now that the ice had been broken on both sides of his problem he expected Bob to make an appearance next and he was far from the mood for it. He had a lot more on his mind as he lay there looking over at the bar stool where Negan had sat. Bob showing up was one thing but if Negan had decided to drop in again it wouldn’t be necessarily a bad thing and that there inlay the problem on his mind. He felt something today and it was unmistakably an attraction and he wasn’t sure where in the hell that was coming from. It wasn’t like admiring a man’s suit like, oh that’s a nice suit. No, he looked at Negan and wanted to peel that jacket off him kind of that’s a nice suit. Was this stemming from the mental abuse he had been threw that ended in a rotten divorce? He really had grown to believe that all women were just merely conniving bitches that were out to burn a man and everything that he had worked so hard to give to her down. It wasn’t jus Miranda either. It was her girlfriends, her mother and her sisters. They all naturally were witches in Miranda’s defense but he started listening to other women. Co-workers who would run their man into the ground but when he showed up with a cup of coffee they would be all kissey face. Bitches. Miranda turned out to be a cold hearted bitch and had numbed his desire for anyone sometime ago but here he was, just all of a sudden wanting to fuck. “Give me a break.” He said to himself knocking his knuckles on his forehead to try and drum out the thought of Negan showing up again and it would be best if that were to happen tonight. That would be just great. If someone would’ve told him he’d be in this position right now he’d have knocked them the hell out but today he was ready to drop to his knees. What had transpired between the two of them was just plain weird. Negan wasn’t even all that nice. He was sarcastic and rude and yet Cash got off on it. He liked the tug of war and he also liked that he had come looking for him. He looked at his lap top folded in 1/2 on his coffee table just begging him to jump on and start reading more up about Negan. That would be a dangerous move for him at the moment though because he knew if he went there right now he’d have his pants down cranking one off looking at Negan’s  black eyes on a screen. He didn’t doubt it whatsoever and that would just be creepy for him after he was done let alone the next time that he would see him. He’d know What he had done looking at him and that he had sat on that nasty couch beating off to a photo of Negan proudly standing next to one of his champions. No. Forget it. He thought about calling him but for what? What would be his excuse other then wanting to hear that muddy voice. What would he say? Hey, wanna come over and sit on my piece of shit sofa and watch porn videos from the 80’s because that’s all I have to watch? Oh, and by the way, want to suck each others dicks? Cash laughed madly out loud and Jesus Christ what was happening? He wasn’t gay and neither the fuck was Negan. Negan and flown off the handle when he had been ribbing him about their meeting to be a blind date. The rose that Negan had left meant nothing other then some poetic innuendo because Negan was eccentric and nothing more. He wasn’t in the mood for this curve ball and the more he lay there with the setting sun darkening the room the more eager he got and he was more then likely to make a really big stupid fucking mistake that couldn’t be retracted. He was far from the mood to connect with his new partner but maybe this was the precisely the right time to call Ray up and let him know that he had made it to Canton. He needed a distraction in a bad way. Maybe Ray could fill him on what a rotten fuck that Negan Coldwell really was and inadvertently change his mind about him. Then maybe he’d see him under that light rather then how his legs seemed to reach his goddamn ears in his black Under Armor running leggings all flush faced threw his big dimples and beard having just finished a race on gorgeous foreign terrains. He needed his partner to change his thoughts in a great big way. The right choice was to reach for his phone and not his computer.