Savage

Chapter 15: Manic

"If I didn't need the job I wouldn't have taken it."

"Let me get this straight. He blackmailed you into a job so that he can watch you?" She asked.

"And you agreed because you thought that your bills were going to haunt you?" She hummed as if to mull it over.

"I'm not used to this kind of news. It's unheard of," She continued. "Wait I'm lying, it is what doctors or police would call stalking and it's an offense in many countries."

Ronnie was sprawled across my bed while I paced back and forth in front of her. I could feel her black soulless eyes watching me. Her eyes would have been spooky if they weren't constantly animated.

"But it can't be stalking if you agreed to be stalked in the first place," she added.

I glared at her and she ignored me.

"All I have to say is that he's damn smitten by you. Look at all that time when I gave you a hard time about your weird obsession with him. Only to find out he's just as crazy."

"It's not an obsession, it's called attraction. I am attracted to him and I think our little 'getting to know you' date affected me... I think I like him even more. Does this sound fucked up to you?"

"Sage it's not just fucked up. It's damn fucked up. He's sure as hell not your potential stalker. He's your boyfriend who stalks you."

I leveled her with the dirtiest look I could muster.

"Not, helping."

She was unfazed.

"Did you know he had tattoos? And his blonde hair is growing back into a buzz cut."

"No. Let me think. Um, I don't think I have ever seen him with tattoos now that you mention it. Where did you see them?"

"On his arms. A full sleeve on both arms."

"He's rolled up his sleeves a few times in the past but I don't recall seeing any."

"They look like tribal tattoos, so I researched the images I saw and found out that they are Runic tattoos."

"Well it has been months since I've seen his bare arms so maybe he got them during that time."

"Yeah, you're right."

"Did you say that his hair is blonde?"

"Yeah. I saw blonde strands growing out."

"He's not a blonde. He's a dark-haired man, S, remember?"

"I know what I saw," I quipped.

"You sure? That's strange," she said absently. Then she looked at me from her phone with a mischievous grin.

"No need to get defensive over your man," she laughed. "He probably dyes it brown all the time."

"True."

"I didn't hear you deny that he wasn't yours," she teased.

"He's not mine, but-"

"But...?"

"I'm thinking about his offer."

"His offer?"

"He's more laid back than I thought, Ronn."

I continued, "Did I tell you that after our breakfast date, we went for a walk before heading back to his car?"

"Sounds romantic. That's gentlemanly of him. Plus, he has been acting differently for months now."