Savage

Chapter 12: Every Breath You Take

Two weeks later...

After my encounter with Wong, I felt like I couldn't trust myself around him. Not if he could easily rope me back into his life. All my hard work would have been for nothing. I was happy about the spa date Ronnie put together. It was what I needed after everything and some time, to think and rebuild mentally.

"Give yourself a break, S. You are now learning to live without him. It is something he is used to, always pulling you in. It's not going to be easy. You guys have been together for a long time. It's hard not to get sucked in."

I sighed.

"I felt weak when I snapped out of it and realised what I had agreed to."

"It was an instinct for you guys to gravitate towards each other. Of course, your brain was going to agree. You guys have been together for years. As toxic as it was–not the good toxic like in romance novels. I'm throwing that part out there.–You guys have a history and still have some form of a bond. Breaking it won't be easy unless your heart is cold."

"Speaking from experience are we."

"I don't know what you're talking about. Let's focus on you, please."

"Okay," I agreed, chuckling.

"I'm glad you didn't go off with Wong."

"I'm glad you pulled me out of making a stupid decision."

"I'm glad I almost broke Bobby's face on the glass window."

"Thank you for that."

"You're welcome, S. Anytime," she beamed. "Besides, I don't want you to fall into his trap ...or his eyes. He's an Adonis that can NEVER be satisfied. No matter how many orgasms you give him."

We laughed.

"Why again did you attack Bobby?" I asked Ronnie as I poured water onto the rocks in the sauna. Ronnie adjusted herself on the wooden bench.

"He was harassing me and I had to put him in his place."

My laughter rang loudly through the air. I couldn't help it if she only saw her facial expressions when she was talking this animatedly. Her eyes bug out and her mouth articulated every word.

"He must not understand the phrase, 'I'm not interested' or something," she fumed.

I laughed.

"At least I am giving you something to laugh about," she smiled.

"Thank you," I told her honestly.

"I forgot to ask. Why do you call Mr. Heinrich, Roman? On the plaque, I saw something with an E. Ek-Ek-something? I didn't care to keep the name registered mentally."

"Oh, he told me to call him that instead."

"A nickname?"

"That's what I thought too."

"Oh, okay."

"How are the shoe-making classes going?" She asked in a sleepy state.

"They've been going great," I yawned.

"Mhm."

"Mhm. I've started job hunting too."

"Mmm. How's that going?"

"I've got an interview in the morning."

"Good luck," she murmured.

"Tonks," I yawned again.

We settled into a comfortable silence in the sauna. Then we relaxed for the rest of the day getting massages, manicures, pedicures, and facials. When the day ended I felt relaxed, refreshed, and rejuvenated. Roman Heinrich was still lingering at the back of my mind.