Warning shot?

DON'S POV

"Ah Florella," I said with my voice laced with indifference, "it's simple really. Move on. Find someone else." A smirk played on my lips and amusement sparking in my eyes. "Who knows, it might just show you what you're missing out on, what we could have been."

"I thought you loved me, Don? Was it just sex to you?"

Hearing her question, I almost laughed. Love? Was she serious? I've always been clear about what this was. Or at least, I thought I had been.

To me, she was just another hoe desperate model, a distraction from the boredom of my everyday life. Sure, she was more persistent than others, more willing to put up with my lack of interest and affection. It was amusing, in a way, how she had strongly clung to the idea of us, how she believed she could change me.

Her words were filled with so much hope and desperation, it didn't touch me. They never could. I had always been clear from the start, to me emotions were a hassle and love was a complication I had no interest in.