Valeria pov
Days had passed, and I hardly saw Massimo. He also didn't try calling back to ask what I needed, ugh, he's such a f*****g jerk.
He doesn't care about anyone but himself.
I know I said I didn't want to see him, but I wanted to ask him about Arman, if he had anything planned, that's all, it's not like I miss him or anything.
I heard his car pull in late tonight and I've contemplated whether or not I should go knock on his door. What if he thinks I'm throwing myself at him? I mean it's like one in the morning, why would I bother him?
He'd lecture me about a whole lot of bullshit.
But f**k that, I wanted to see him. Even though he ignores me and behaves coldly because he says I belong to Sandor, I don't f*****g care. Because at the end of the day, he's my husband, and Sa
