Page 11 of Loving the CEO

She pulled back, looking around. "It's gotten a bit foggy."

I hadn't even paid attention, but sure enough, here was the famous Mississippi fog. It was spreading faster than should have been allowed.

The first time I saw it was when I came to visit Tory after she moved here, and I’d finally understood why there were so many paranormal stories set in New Orleans. It was easy to believe that the fog wasn't a natural element.

She sighed and then got up. I followed suit.

"I give it another hour max before my phone blows up. I already have a million missed calls from Nancy. I don't know when Walter will realize I'm not there."

It didn't even take one hour. Thirty minutes later, approximately five minutes after arriving at her home, her phone rang. Tory had already filled a suitcase when she looked at her phone, growing red in the face.

"It's him?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Want me to talk to him?"

"No” is what I think she said as she put the phone to her ear.

"Where the fuck are you?" Walter’s voice resounded through the room.

Next time I saw this guy, I’d punch the living daylights out of him.

"Home," she said.

"Are you shitting me? You've been riding my ass the whole day to be on schedule, and now you’re late?"

"I'm canceling the wedding, Walter."

I gave her a thumbs-up, muttering, “I'm proud of you.” She’d crumbled in my arms not too long ago, and now her voice was strong and full of determination.

"What the hell?" His voice was so loud, I could hear his every word through her phone.

Suddenly, I realized her strength was waning. Her eyes were filling with tears. She took a deep breath and moved the phone away from her ear.

I reached for it. "May I?"

She nodded, and I immediately grabbed it from her.

"Listen, you piece of shit," I said into the phone. "Leave her alone."

"Who the hell is this?"

"She knows you're cheating on her."

"What?" Now there was panic in his voice. "I don't know what she thinks she knows, but it's not true."

He was talking loudly, so Tory could hear him too. She snatched the phone from my hand, putting it to her ear.

"I walked in on you today talking to her. There's nothing to misunderstand."

“Let's talk,” Walter said.

"There's absolutely nothing to talk about.”

“For fuck's sake, our rehearsal dinner is starting in what, fifteen minutes?"

"You deal with that," Tory said.

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