All Chapters of The Offer: Love Me - Hate Me: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Danielle As we stare at each other, I move closer slowly, pressing my lips on his. The moment we are connected, I feel fireworks erupting in my body. He takes control of the kiss immediately, driving his hand into my hair to hold me closer as he devours me hungrily. As our lips dance against each other, his tongue flicks against mine, making me part them for him. I’m still drowning in my lust-filled haze at the awesome feeling his kiss ignites in me that I barely notice him lift me up to move to the small Ferrari bed. He puts me down awkwardly, and I giggle as he courses, murmuring something like “Picked the wrong room, damn it.”The most gorgeous smile stretches on his face at my reaction and by putting his fingers under the waistband of my panties, he pulls them down slowly. He gets on top of me, parting my legs with his. Putting his hand between my breasts, he starts moving it down to reach my pussy, my chest heaving in anticipation. As his fingers get between my wet folds,

Danielle He kills the engine and turns to face me. Feeling confined in this narrow space, I take a deep breath before I start to talk. “My mother, my brother and I went to visitation twice or three times a week. At fifteen you have these stupid moods, so once I didn’t go with them, because, I don’t know…“ I lift my hands to let them slump back into my lap. “I think I just went shopping with Loredana and Angelica. My mom got very angry, but she and Giulio went alone and as they came back, she told me that my father was heartbroken that I had missed the invitation. So, she had to go on and tell him the truth.” I move my hand up to catch a tear, falling silent again, as I don’t want to start sobbing in front of him. “What truth?” Giovanni asks calmly, and I shrug, pushing out a deep breath before I continue speaking. “She had told him that I was angry and that I was disappointed in him. That I never wanted to see him again because I didn’t want to do anything with him, the family or

Giovanni “Giovanni, do you know what time it is?”“No, I didn’t check, sorry. I just got home a few minutes ago.”She hums and I hear something click.“It’s 2 a.m.! You need a new job if you are going to call me after your shift.”I chuckle, “My bed is big and really comfortable, Danielle. You can try it all you want, then I wouldn't have to call you anymore.”She giggles cutely. “You are crazy.”I hum, smiling. “Why? Wouldn‘t you like to get woken up by me returning from work, and fumbling you under the bedsheets?”I can hear her breathing skip before she ignores my advances totally. “Don’t tell me you called me because you miss me.”“No, I forgot to tell you. Loredana probably won’t ask you for it, but she usually gets a fee from her girls. I just wanted to tell you that I’ll cover any fee she would need from you. So, don’t give her any money.”“No, Gio! I can’t accept it. You gave me too much money already. It’s just fair that I pay for it.”“Thank you for your concern, but I’ve m

Danielle Driving onto a path leading through a thick forest, one would think that he wants to dispose of my body professionally after our talk. He halts on a small secluded area that is free from any trees and looks like a natural parking spot. I wonder how he knows about this one, but thinking of it, I really don’t want to know. “Is that private enough for you?” He asks as he turns off the motor and turns to his side to face me with a mocking grin. I scrunch up my nose at his mockery. “Yes, thank you, Gio. And how nice of you not to make fun of me feeling uncomfortable at discussing certain topics in public.” He takes a deep sigh as his expression turns serious. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” Turning to face him as well, I lean into the leather seat and cross my arms on my chest. “I promised you the truth but I don’t know how much I’m ready to share.” “We’ll take baby steps then.” I snap my eyes back to his at that, finding him smiling warmly at me. Oh my God. How much more

Danielle Arrived at the restaurant, I change into my uniform consisting of a black skirt, a white blouse and a small red apron and reach my colleagues who are already standing in a circle going through today’s reservations. Salvatore, a good-looking and tall guy in a waiter’s uniform with a faux hawk smiles mockingly at me while whispering, “You are late, Dani.” I just stick my tongue out at him and proceed to tie a high ponytail. Even if I have covered up the bump on my forehead with loads of make-up, I leave a few strands out of my ponytail to be sure it is fully disguised. “Dani. Do you know Valerio Dantiano?” I nod at Adriano, my boss and chief of service at the restaurant where I’m working. “We are childhood friends,” I answer, pulling at my apron nervously. He smiles and utters a “Nice” as he scribbles on his clipboard. “He is coming in at half past one. Has booked a table of five and asked if you would be working. Is that okay for you if I sit them in your corner?“ he a