Colours of Deception

bsessed with the project. She spent every waking moment thinking about the

of the outside world and lose herself in the creative process. She'd always

'd never experienced before. It was as if the painting was taking on a life of

r to explore that fascination in a way that she never had before. The painting was

who was obsessed with the project. Julian Blackwood was calling her every day, asking

is attention, and she'd enjoyed the sense of validation that came with knowin

ss. She was working tirelessly, pouring her heart and soul into the painting, and ye

eceived a call from Julian. She answered, expecting him

something that made

he said, his voice low and men

n was not just a patron, but a man with a vision, a

wanted was

rying to stall for time. "The painting is still a work in p

for a moment, Lexi wondered if she'd overstepped. Bu

not asking you to show me the painting. I'm tellin

tent of Julian's obsession. He wasn't just a patron; he was a co

ian said, his voice brooking no argument. "I exp

omething about Julian's tone made her realiz

d finally, trying to keep her

or a moment, Lexi wondered if Julian had hung up. But

ach other, Lexi," he said

at, the lin

f. She knew that she had to finish the painting, and fast. But as she looked at the canvas, she

her emotions onto the canvas. She was determined to finish the painting,

shstrokes were bold and expressive, her colors vibrant and alive. Sh

Lexi finally stepped back from the canvas, exhausted but exhi

er to create it. As she gazed at the canvas, she felt a sense of pride and acco

Lexi's excitement began to falter. What would he think

Julian's visit. She cleaned the studio, arranged her ar

paced back and forth in front of the canvas, her eyes fix

take the suspense anymore, there was a knock at the door. Lexi

nd opened the door. Julian was standing in t

ooth. "I'm glad you're ready. I've be

. As Julian entered the studio, his eyes scanned the room, taking in the painting that Lexi

of something that looked almost like... obsession. But then, his face smoothe

oice low and husky. "T

efore she could respond, Julian's eyes narro

oice dripping with intensity. "Something that w

vas, his fingers tracing the lines of the paintin

she asked, trying to

r a moment, Lexi thought she saw somet

is voice dripping with menace. "The touc

exi's heart skipped a beat as she realized that she was trapped i