The offer

Danielle

Sadists.

That’s the only thing that comes to my mind as I try to find a position that doesn’t hurt while I sit in my bench, trying to concentrate on my classes.

But it hurts even when I breathe.

So, I just pray that I’ll be able to hide it from Giovanni.

Stepping out of university at four, feeling extremely giddy, I put on my best poker face to look around seeming unbothered.

But as soon as my eyes fall on him as he is already waiting for me, my heart skips a beat painfully. He is dressed in an elegant suit, leaning casually against his car while scrolling on his phone, and I halt in my tracks for a second, feeling like I could watch him forever.

Stop being such a lovesick idiot.

As if sensing my gaze, he looks up to me and he locks his phone, putting it into his inside pocket and pushes himself from the car.

I reach him with fast steps, which make my curls to bounce.

He smiles as he looks at them hypnotized, “I can’t remember the last time I saw you with curls.”

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