Massimo pov
Is the first night without her. All this huge luxurious mansion looks empty.
I gulp down the whiskey all at once, just to pour my self some more, I turn my chair from the glass wall, overlooking the entire city. The view is amazing, the city night lights are shinning bright, but I feel surrounded by darkness.
As much as I hate to admit, I terribly miss her. Not only her sexy amazing body or angelic face, but also her sweet scent, her silent presence, her sweet voice. I could listen to her voice all day long without getting tired, even when her voice sounded scared and almost breaking, which it usually did since we married. Oh her soft skin, it is so milky and smooth and delicate. I hated myself when I left dark marks upon her face because I could not control my anger, but
