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.

are leaving.” As Sophia stands up to leave, Davis seizes her arm, “Hey there,

me,” Sophia states firmly, her patience gone with the rude celebrity. She does not tolerate unwanted advances and will not

immediately,” a deep voice says from behind Sophia. Davis rises, his hands still locked around Sophia’s wrists. “I am sure the lady

away from Davis. The stranger, noticing her struggle, steps between her and Davis, forcing

the lady would prefer to stay here with distinguished, mature, affluent individuals than go anywhere with a nouveau-rich, ignorant, presumptuous child,” the stranger calmly

should step outside so

the stranger. Even though he appears very calm and casual in his appearance and

“I will ask you one more time, nicely, to leave. Then I will forcibly remove you.” His voice carries a steely edge, leaving no doubt

that moment, Alexander and Kyle saunter up to a table just a few steps from the ensuing argument. Sophia can’t help but roll her eyes in annoyance at the sight of Alexander, but his face reflects surprise and

Bayell, of all people,” Alexander mutters to himself, recognizing the stranger who has come to Sophia’s rescue. Michael Bayell, his longtime adversary and someone with whom he has a

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,” Kyle proposes with a

retort, “Don’t call her that.” He concentrates on Sophia, whose well-being

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

and imposing figure that is Michael, Davis takes a step back and begrudgingly gives up the fight. “Fine, whatever. She’s not worth it anyway,” he mutters, shooting a final

genuine concern in

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