THE LIES WE LOVE : IT'S THE OBSESSION

CHAPTER 27

DAISY BLACKWOOD

Next morning, I arrived at the address Cal texted but now I think I should have used google maps or something because what is it? Or more accurately where is it? All I am seeing are skyscrapers but surprisingly the area is calm and quiet.

I texted Cal to which he replied immediately with a simple "wait a moment".

His a moment took three minutes before I saw him coming on his bike from the opposite direction and he stopped right in front of me. I also got out of my car. I kept my outfit super comfortable and casual today. With beige cargo pants, a dark brown crop top and some gold accessories.

"Looking hot, caramel." Heat raised up to my cheeks. "Can't say the same about you though." I bit back even though it's a lie. He was looking....as hot as always. God. it feels wrong to feel like that when you already have a boyfriend.

A boyfriend that hasn't called or texted since the moment he left. I called him twice yesterday but each time he was busy and hung up. I was excited to read all his eight messages that he sent last night but turned out he just wanted me to save some files to his drive since his laptop was not working.

Great chat.

"Well too bad you are blind." I tsked. "I highly doubt there is a pottery shop among these skyscrapers so you better tell me the truth or I will..." "Patience ma lady patience. Take a deep breath and follow me." I sighed heavily and started following him. It feels weird to say but I trust him in some sort of way. Not completely though but enough to follow him into a building I have never been to.

He placed his thumb on the locker and the door opened. Everything in me tells me that this is not a pottery shop. Could this be his house? But it's too simple to be his house and Rose once said he and Noah live together in a penthouse.

"Why would you bring me here?" I asked from behind as he set his helmet on a table. The apartment had little to no furniture and it was painted in cream colour. "You said you wanted to learn pottery and I am gonna teach you."

Wait, what? Teach me?

"You know how to do it?" I asked, believing he is being sarcastic. "Who do you think made those vases?" I looked at him as if he was an alien. He made those things? Are you kidding me? No, there is no way. "Why are you acting so surprised?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

Because I refuse to believe a giant rich guy like you who is full of ego and arrogance, who beats people for fun, blackmails me because he is bore, threatens me continuously, has tattoos, smokes, screws around, sits on a fucking tool and does pottery and made a cup and two freaking vases for me.

"Because you do not seem like the type?" He laughed and shook his head. "You think you know me?" "I never claimed such a thing." "You just said I don't seem like the type. So enlighten me, what type do you think I am?" I rolled my eyes. "I just didn't expect you to know pottery, okay?" "Are you impressed?" "Ehh...didn't see your work." "You did." "Not completely believable." "Well, follow me if you want to believe."

And I did.

CALLUM LEVINE

I slid the door open and all my work was on display in front of Daisy. Her eyes widened slightly, mouth parted as she took in all of my creations with her eyes. I was observing her shamelessly.

This is the first time I have brought someone in my apartment and I don't even know why. The urge of having her closer is getting stronger day by day. I don't think I have ever felt like that. She has no idea the power she holds over me. And it's better this way.

It will all be over if I have one taste of hers. I know it. It has to be like that. There is no other explanation for this crazy addiction. Although some of the time I just like her being near me, just watching her do whatever she wants.