All Chapters of The Offer: Love Me - Hate Me: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Danielle The chill air is perfect for making hard decisions. Standing in front of the shelves filled with cookies, I ponder on which other kind of cookies would go with my Pan di Stelle. Don’t judge me, I’m going through a tough week. I make my way to look for Natalina and find her strolling around, pushing a trolley full of delicious things. “Oh, I’m already looking forward to the next meals.” She smiles warmly at me and holds out her hand to take the bags of cookies out of my arms. “Oh, no. I’m going to pay for it with my money,” I turn slightly, defending my sweets with my body while she giggles.“That’s out of the question. In to the trolley with them, young lady.” I groan, rummaging through my purse. “No, no! I brought my money with me on purpose, please. I’ve sort of a holiday and I’m not spending his money while on it.” As I look up from my purse where I intricately just took my money out, she is looking at me questioningly. “Holiday? But you aren’t on holiday. I saw y

DanielleI wake up feeling reborn. As I stretch myself in the big bed, I clutch the black bedsheets, sighing happily. Wait… Black! I sit up as if I’ve been struck by lightning. I’m lying in his bed. Nooo, how much did I drink last night? Holding my spinning head with my hands, I take a deep breath before I look down at my body, lifting the covers and finding myself fully dressed. OK, at least I didn’t make a fool of myself completely. Looking around the room, I notice that I’m alone and my heart squeezes slightly as I pout disappointed. Maybe he stayed out celebrating. I ignore the painful thump of my heart and get out of bed slowly. Checking the time on my phone, I look for him in his office before I go to the kitchen to see if he might be still there. Usually, he wouldn’t be out of the apartment this early. In the kitchen, I don’t run into him, but I find a plate full of Pasticcini and walk to it like a child discovering its gift on Christmas Eve. There is a little car

Danielle  “Oh my goodness, you have to stop if you don’t want me to start slurring.” Giovanni chuckles as he fills up our glasses again, emptying the third bottle of wine we shared. “Wouldn’t mind.” He grins mockingly and leans back, caressing my legs. We settled into the couch after we finished the ghastly dinner I cooked and continued chattering about everything possible around us. The emphasis clearly lies on the “around us” as we don’t touch the subjects regarding our fight, my family, his job, my/his money or the silly situation we are living in at the moment. As our laughter about something that

Danielle “I went to see my father yesterday,” I say casually as I push the clothes back and forth on the hanger as if I had any interest in them. “No way!” Loredana gasps, looking at me agape. We are currently looking for a dress for me to wear tomorrow evening, but I can’t seem to keep my mind focused on the task. And I desperately need to look at some lingerie as well. By how much Giovanni goes through my drawers ‘by mistake’ there is barely any piece he doesn’t know by heart. But well, at least I get to spend the money somehow. “And what did you two talk about? Did you tell him about your mom?” She walks around the hung clothes, holding a shimmery dress as she tilts her head at me. “How are you feeling?” Directing my gaze to the ceiling, I shrug. “I don’t know. I feel like an empty shell. On one side, I’m excited about tomorrow evening, and on the other side, I just want to hide from the world with a bucket full of ice cream. I knew it would be difficult, but it drained mor

Danielle He lifts my hand to kiss my knuckles before applying the gear to set the car into reverse. He parks his car in the parking lot that the valet steered us into. Valerio’s car parks next to us and I am just about to open the door as it gets practically ripped out of my hand. “Ma’am,” a young man greets me, tapping the visor of his valet uniform.  I look back at Giovanni, who is practically killing him with his rageful look and I giggle, reaching out to caress his face. He snaps out of his staring, his gaze falling on me as his eyes change, his expression becoming gentler. “It’s nothing. Nothing happened.”