Lover From My Past

The last thing she needed was to see him again after telling herself countless times that he wasn’t anything special. She’d been stupid enough to think he could be interested in her. All along he’d only wanted one thing from her. He wanted to make her another one of his conquests and she’d been gullible enough to fall for his charm.
It still hurt remembering his words after they’d shared total intimacy. He said he wasn’t ready for a relationship so she should concentrate on growing up a little. The words beat relentlessly through her mind.
The thought didn’t enter her head that he could have been right. At the time, she’d just turned nineteen and felt the need to experiment with what she thought was love. The sensation felt so exciting, she wondered now if it had actually been love, or an infatuation. She only knew the deep anguish of rejection had yet to leave her.
“Well, you’re wrong, Josh,” she finally spoke up. “Antonio and I didn’t have a relationship.” She wasn’t quite truthful, but she didn’t want Josh finding out her secrets. There had been a relationship, although it was one sided.
“That still doesn’t mean you can’t pose with him.” He watched the expressions flitting across her face.
Instead of arguing the point, Cassie glanced at Josh and said, “Are the crew showing up soon?”
“I take it there will be no more arguing about posing with Antonio,” he said before answering her question.
“No, I’ll do my job because of the contract, but don’t expect me to socialize with him.” Cassie marched off toward the car, her voluptuous frame held stiffly over the resentment that filled her. She reached up and pushed the long, shoulder-length brunette hair away from her cheek in a frustrated movement.
As she got in the car, she slipped her sunglasses over her Jade colored eyes to block out the troubling sensations showing through clearly in their depths.
“Hold up a minute,” Josh called out to her almost running to catch up.