**Victoria's Point Of View**
Donovan and I settled on the stools by the bar. We got more cold beers from the mini fridge. Both too lazy to try and make a cocktail. He was a charming man. All six foot three, dark skin, long brown hair, golden brown eyes and a body that probably came from dedication to stay fit.
He was good looking, not better than his best friend of course.
Massimo Buscami is just another level of attractiveness. The man left me breathless.
I crossed my legs, and looked at Donovan as I took a swig from my bottle.
“Alright, spill. What makes me so different? Surely Massimo was very active with his other wives.”
Donovan laughs as though it's the funniest thing he's heard. And that is not a good sign. “No. Not at all. Maybe Alana. He could have been active with her.
