The CEO's Spy

The Break-Up

Pouring myself a glass of wine I stared at the liquid, admiring the rich color of my red wine. Willing myself to move I grabbed the glass of wine and moved to my living room couch. It had been ages since I sat down on my jade colored couch and shut off my brain, not doing anything but watching some TV. There was nothing which caught my eye, so I settled for some comedy show hoping it would cheer me up.

"You're actually home."

Hearing his voice brought my mood down even more though.

"Either that or you're hallucinating."

The boyfriend sighed and sat down next to me, "Can we not do this for one night."

I trailed my eyes to him, "Sure."

His eyes settled on the glass of wine I was holding, "What did he do?"

I pretended not to know what he was talking about, my pride wouldn't let him think that he was right about Maxen Valentine. He couldn't be right about Maxen, because I was the only one who knew the real him. Therefore only I could make question him.

"Nothing, I figured I deserved at least one night to myself."

The boyfriend met my gaze, "Ruby, you're letting your emotions take over. It means that you're hurt and trying to cover it by being mean."

"You don't know me well enough to say that about me, Wes."

He chuckled, "I know you better than you think."

I let him take my glass of wine, he gulped down the drink like it was water. He probably needed the liquid courage more than I did. I pulled my legs under me and grabbed the soft blanket which had been laid on the armrest beside me. I covered myself with it, waiting for the boyfriend to speak up.

"Ruby, this thing between us isn't working. We both know it."

"It hasn't been working for a while." I quietly admitted to him.

He nodded, "You never want to talk about the reason why it's not working. We can save us if you gave it a chance. Deep down you know why you don't want to talk about our real problem. You're not going to give it a chance, ever."

Holding tightly onto my blanket I smiled at him. I could tell it pissed him off that I wasn't seriously discussing these problems and that I was actually smiling about it. The fact was I was never going to talk about it. Even if Maxen hurt my feelings, he'd be my first priority. I was that pathetic because deep down I also knew that Maxen's first priority was Valentine Enterprises and not me.

"I'll always be there for Maxen, no matter what."

The boyfriend finished the rest of my drink and placed the empty glass on the table in front of him, "It's why you'll always be miserable. Maxen fucking Valentine will never allow you to be happy." He reached for my phone and tossed it to me, "Ignoring him one night is not going to solve the problem of him taking advantage of your goddamn loyalty." The boyfriend got up, the pity in his eyes nearly breaking me, "He doesn't deserve it." He walked around the table and headed to our bedroom, "I'm going to grab my clothes, I'll back another time for my stuff."

I didn't stop him from leaving because we both knew it was over. While the boyfriend was collecting his things I scrolled down the list of missed calls. I had a ton and I had no intention of calling anyone back. There were the messages of Maxen along with emails asking me to report back to him. It wouldn't surprise me if he showed up at my door.

"Wes," I called.

"Yeah?"

"Could you give me a ride to anywhere but here."