Miss Assistant (Miss Series Book 2)

Four:

"Alright. What time?"

"In an hour, is that okay baby?" He suggests.

"Yeah." He puts down the phone. I run up the stairs and quickly shower. Finally, I throw on black jeans, a pink shirt and black nikes.

A hoot sounds and I grab my purse. I run outside and climb into the car.

"Hey beautiful." He says and we drive off. He drives and stops the car. 

"Why are we stopping here?" I ask.

"We aren't watching a movie babe. We going to watch a broadway show." He smiles.

"Seriously? I haven't been to one in forever."

"I know. My busy student." He stays and taps my nose. Call it cheesy, but I love it.

He holds my hand and leads us to our seats. He paid a lot of money for this.

As the show starts, Devin's hand rests on my leg. The show ends at 8 o'clock, giving us time to still go for supper afterwards.

I enjoy it whole heartedly. The actors are amazing. Ever since I was little, I wanted to be a broadway actor, but then I got into Medicine, and have never looked back.

Devin drives us to a another restaurant, and leads us inside. We order and Devin looks at me seriously.

"I have an announcement to make." He says, excitedly, with a smile on his face. I look at him and smile.

"Yay! Tell me!" I clap my hands together.

"I have been promoted to a manager of the company." He says excitedly.

"Yay! I'm so proud of you Dev. You have been waiting for this!" I exclaim smiling widely.

"Yeah. They want me transferred to their office in Atlanta." He continues, my smile drops. "We could move there, and the pay is so good, that you probably won't have to work. Atlanta is such a nice place to raise kids." He smiles excitedly.

"Atlanta?"

"Yeah! Isn't it great?" I smile, trying to be excited.

"Yes, but when are you leaving New York?"

"In a month. They want me there as soon as possible." He squeezes my hand. I give him a small smile. Come on Alex, stop faking it. I'm so happy for him, I am, but what about us?

"So what about my job at the Presbyterian hospital?" I inquire.

"I've thought about that, and I think that it would be a good idea if you quit your job and move with me to Atlanta. We are getting pretty serious. After all, we are going to start a family one day. You won't have to work then, as the job offers good pay, good enough for us to live in luxury. Alex, we are raising a family. What more could you need?" He squeezes my hand again. Hurt and disbelief rush through me.

"I haven't worked my butt off for seven years for nothing! How can you just expect me to just gather up my things and rush out after you? Yes, I want a family. I want kids of my own, but I'm still young. I have worked like a freakin dog this year, trying to pass my exams, I have had to get a bloody second job to pay of my student loan for goodness sake. I can't just up and leave all this! Quit my job, leave my family, I might as well chuck my degree in the dustbin, because I won't need it. Devin, I can't do this." I argue. His face falls. He tries to comfort me, but I pull away.

"No Alex, I have been waiting for this my whole career life! It is the promotion I have been waiting so long for! But I want to start a family with you so badly! You don't have to quit your job or anything, but please Alex hear me out!" He pleads desperately. I shake my head.

"I have so much here to lose Dev." I whisper.

"Yeah, but by staying, you will be losing me." He states.

"So, it's either go to Atlanta with you or nothing?" I ask with a snarl. I can't believe him!

"Yes." He fires back angrily. "I don't believe that long distance relationships work out."

"Alright." I retort back, angrily. We just broke up.

Silence follows. Awkward silence. Don't cry Alex. Don't cry. "Did we just break up?" I whisper.

"Yes. I think so. I guess I'll see you around Alex." He says.

"Yeah." I smile sadly, trying to hold in the tears. "I don't want to end off on bad terms. Friends?" I hold out my hand for him to shake, he nods and shakes it.

"Friends." He says. 

"Well, this is a little awkward, and it's late, I best be getting home." I say getting up.

"But, what about the food? Do you need a lift home?" He asks. I shake my head. Tears form in my eyes, and I turn away.

I walk out the restaurant. A sob escapes my throat. We have been dating for two years. It's not that easy to get over a guy like that. Hell, I am so hurt, so damn hurt that he just assumed that I could just up and leave everything gin had worked so hard for, spent so much time on. I'm just glad that we are still friends.

I hail an Uber, and get dropped off at home. I'm not hungry, I've lost my appetite, so I slip into pyjamas, and crawl into bed, finally, sobbing myself to sleep.

I'll be okay. I know I will. I just need a little time.