All Chapters of The Offer: Love Me - Hate Me: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Danielle “What?! No!” I laugh after I have collected my jaw that hit the floor. “Please don’t offer me more money.”He chuckles, squeezing my thigh, “But I will. I’ll go on increasing it until you’ll say yes.” I shake my head with a smile. “You are so crazy!” As he grins back at me, I take a deep breath, shaking my head. “Why me, Gio? I guess that there are a lot of ladies already queueing and who would take up on your offer right away.” “I know. But it is you I want!” He says with a shrug, making my heartbeat skyrocket. I’m still staring at him speechless as he leans in closer, “I want you badly. Take me home with you tonight.” He kisses me softly, making me close my eyes to savor his lips, his husky whisper rippling down along my body as he adds, “I want to fuck you in a real bed.” Gasping lowly, I open my eyes, scrunching up my face, “Sure, my mother would be thrilled to see you.” “Argh, please, Danielle. Don’t worry about her. She surely won’t say anything when I show up.”

Giovanni I press pause on my controller, making Roberto groan, “Maaaaaaan! What the hell?!”“I need a cigarette,” I murmur, getting up. He shouts again as I’m practically out of the room. “Mid-fight?” I step out on my terrace, lighting a cigarette and puffing the smoke up into the air. I definitely didn’t recover from the blow Danielle struck me down with yesterday. Her words replay in my head over and over again. You are not my boyfriend! This has nothing to do with you! You don’t owe me! I scoff to myself as I take another pull, and murmur to myself, “The hell I don’t!” After getting into my bed last night, I couldn’t even catch a single minute of sleep. Because every time I closed my eyes, I would see her creamy skin covered in dark bruises.And yet I was so angry that I answered her text in the worst possible way. I fucked up. I’m so pathetic! Naturally, she didn’t write back and I got into a downward spiral of hate-rage. Roberto steps out behind me, holding two bee

DanielleAfter coming home from university, I’m ready for my bed. I’m so exhausted, I feel like I could sleep for days. Maybe I should try to call up Angelica or Loredana to have a good night's sleep. My head is still turning because of the conclusion of the contract Giovanni made me go through yesterday. Thankfully, I could make him reject his obsession for a bed once again as I lured him into an empty lecture room with the excuse of having a quiet place to sign in private. Despite his groaning and protesting, he had me bent over one of the tables pretty fast as I started scooting closer and opening my blouse to show him the new red lingerie that I had bought for him. I clasped the wood of the table as if my life depended on it, and enjoyed his hard thrusts. He consumed his desire fully as he made me his, wiping every single piece of information from my brain as I became undone beneath him. “You have to stop spending your money on such sexy accessories if you want to keep walk

Danielle “Danielle, finally. What the hell took you so long?” he answers my call grumpily. “Erm, Hi. Well, nothing.” I sit down on the board of the bathtub and look at the door. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to disturb you. I haven’t read your texts yet. I had quite a lot to do at work and with uni.” “Bullshit, Danielle. I know that you quit already and I’ve been looking for you at uni. Your profs said you haven’t been there for days. I respected your wish not to come and barge in the door but I’m losing my patience here, damn it! Is everything alright?”“No. I mean, yes. I don’t know.” I rub my hand up and down my thighs covered by my jeans. “I’m sorry it's probably nothing. I shouldn’t have called you. I’m awfully sorry if I disrupted your work.”I hear him sigh deeply and I look to the door once again. “Tell me anyway!”I gulp before stuttering awkwardly, not knowing how to tell him what is happening as I don’t even understand it myself. “I- There- A man is here. He is drinking wine

Danielle “So, are you going to tell me where the wounds on your back come from?” He asks me as he drives his fork through the steaming pasta on his plate. “Erm…” I start, clearing my throat. “I will. And I’ll also tell you what happened the night I called you in tears, but I guess we will need more than just wine to get through that.” Biting my lip, I watch how he groans just before taking a bite of his food. “And… I found out who the man was.” “I was fearing as much,” he turns his face to look at me, his eyes burning into mine, making me gulp. “How did you know who he was?” He shifts in his seat, turning to face me. “Don’t hate me.” I nod, and he taps his finger on the table a few times as if he were thinking about where to start his explanation. “I work with such… let’s call them recruiters… as well. They go to the family homes and buy young women from their families to have them working… Well, the streets.” “Oh, God,” I whisper, closing my eyes.He reaches out to take my han