THE LIES WE LOVE : IT'S THE OBSESSION

CHAPTER 22

CALLUM LEVINE

I was waiting in front of her house with the steaming hot coffee cup early in the morning. Yesterday I didn't want to leave like that but it was the time of the month where I and Noah had to take care of our dad's business.

The door unlocked and Daisy finally came out. Her phone was pressed between her shoulder and ear as she was locking the door. She looked pissed. And who am I not to add fuel?

She rolled her eyes before hanging up. Her eyes met mine. Balling her fists she made her way to me. "What the hell are you doing here?" A chuckle left my mouth.

"You have the weirdest way of greeting someone. Where I grew up we say hi, hello or how are you." "Cut the bullshit Cal. I am not in the mood." "Are you perhaps pissed that I left you on the porch yesterday." heat raised her cheeks.

"Oh please. I was blessed when you left." "I doubt that. If there was no emergency I wouldn't have left yesterday and I would have deflowered you right there." Her cheeks turned red as a tomato.

I knew she wasn't a virgin. During the time I was stalking her, I saw her spending the night with her boyfriend here and there. Doesn't take a genius to figure out the holy deed they were doing.

She looked so done with me. Without saying another word she made her way to her car but I grabbed her wrist. "Your coffee." She stared at me, hesitating. "I am just going to throw it away if you don't take it."

She took the coffee, murmuring bastard under her breath. I stared at her as she opened her car door. "Do you need help with the house today?" "Yea. If you stop appearing in my way, it would be a huge favour." "Well I am not generous enough to do huge favours so I will meet you there at 15:00."

If eyes could kill then I would be dead - part 4.

"Goodbye, caramel."

DAISY BLACKWOOD

By the time I came, he was already there. "You are late, caramel." I rolled my eyes and took the paintings out of the trunk. It was 15:30 pm. I thought he wouldn't wait.

I was struggling to open the gate with the paintings in my hand. I heard him chuckling as he came behind me. His smell was extremely disturbing. It doesn't fade away easily. He took both the bag and the key from my hand.

"You smell delicious." He said walking behind me. I didn't say anything as I got inside the house. "You have to make the mozzarella dessert, remember?" I still didn't say anything as I took off my jacket.

As I was putting the jacket on a hanger, a hand wrapped around my wrist and turned me around, slamming my back against the wall. "Giving silent treatments now?" "Move." His lips curled up as he wrapped his hand around my neck lightly and held both of my hands behind my back.

"Look at you, helpless little thing." he looked like he enjoyed every second of it. "Let me go." I managed to say as every veins in my body throb. "Now why would I do that after you have been acting like a spoiled little brat the whole day?"

Did he really just call me a spoiled little brat?

What the actual fuck?

His phone vibrated in his pocket. Without breaking eye contact he removed his hand from my throat and picked up. I could hear what the other person was saying. He was that close.

"The schedule changed. It's going to be at 17 not 20. You still in?" the person said from the other side of the phone. "count me in."

It was almost 16 pm so he is not going to be here for long. He finally moved away from me. "Put your jacket back on. We are leaving." I scoffed. "We? There is no we. Since when you get to tell me what I should do?"