After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#26 “You Arrived Just in Time.”

Sophia tiredly looks around the room for Benjamin. It has been a long evening, and she is ready to return to her apartment, have a glass of red wine, and snuggle up in bed. Not seeing Benjamin, she orders another glass of champagne from the bar and takes the corner seat.

“Hello,” a voice says from a man taking the seat next to her. “I would offer to buy your drink, but these shindigs with their open bar really damage my pick- up lines.” The man laughs, obviously delighted with his joke.

Sophia turns to him, offers a polite but dismissive smile, and pulls out her phone to check emails. The man does not take the hint and continues, “You don’t need to be intimidated. I am just like any other guy.”

“Excuse me?” Sophia questions. Moving closer to Sophia, the man chuckles, “Yes, I am THAT Davis Reeceman.”

“Who?” Sophia asks, feigning ignorance. She, of course, has heard of the extremely popular celebrity but is not about to humor his arrogance.

“Oh, come on. I’m Davis Reeceman, star of the action movies trilogy, ‘The Spy Guy.’ I am sure you have heard of me.” Davis states, irritated that she does not appear impressed. Looking him coldly in the eyes, Sophia gently replies, “I’m sorry, I don’t frankly keep up with movies.”

“That’s OK, you can come back to my place, and I can give you a private show, “Davis leers, running his fingers across her bare shoulder.

my date. Then we are leaving.” As

gone with the rude celebrity. She

go of her, and I suggest you do that immediately,” a deep voice says from behind Sophia. Davis rises, his hands still locked around Sophia’s wrists. “I am sure

now forcefully tries to pull away from Davis. The stranger, noticing her

stay here with distinguished, mature, affluent individuals than go anywhere with a nouveau-rich, ignorant, presumptuous child,” the

voice, “Perhaps you and I should step outside so this child can teach you how the novel-rich, or whatever

her wrists, Sophia is impressed and intrigued by the stranger. Even though he appears very calm and casual in his appearance and tone, an undeniably intimidating presence oozes

“I will ask you one more time, nicely, to leave. Then I will forcibly remove you.”

saunter up to a table just a few steps from the ensuing argument. Sophia can’t help but roll her eyes in annoyance at

to himself, recognizing the stranger who has come to Sophia’s rescue. Michael Bayell, his longtime

a cautious distance from the heated exchange as the confrontation unfolds. Kyle can’t resist encouraging Alexander to take advantage of the situation “What are you doing, man? This is the perfect chance to show that guy who’s boss and impress Soph with some razzle- dazzle,”

to retort, “Don’t call her that.” He concentrates on Sophia, whose well-being and safety are his

quips, “It isn’t a party unless there’s a fistfight, right?” Kyle chuckles in agreement, but Alexander remains unfazed, never

step back and begrudgingly gives up the fight. “Fine, whatever. She’s not worth it anyway,”

in

a bit shaken but grateful for Michael’s timely intervention. “Yes, thank you. You