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.

and says, “I am actually waiting for my date. Then we are leaving.” As Sophia stands up to leave, Davis

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

rises, his hands still locked around Sophia’s wrists. “I am

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

distinguished, mature, affluent individuals than go anywhere with a nouveau-rich, ignorant,

“Perhaps you and I should step

by the stranger. Even though he appears very calm and casual in his appearance and tone, an undeniably intimidating presence oozes

the open space between the two men. “I will ask you one more time, nicely, to leave. Then I will forcibly remove you.” His

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,

people,” Alexander mutters to himself, recognizing the stranger who has come to Sophia’s

“What are you doing, man? This is the perfect chance to

attention to Kyle’s goading, except to retort, “Don’t call her that.” He concentrates on Sophia, whose well-being

lighten the tension and capture Alexander’s attention, she quips, “It isn’t a party unless there’s a fistfight, right?” Kyle chuckles in agreement, but Alexander remains unfazed, never diverting his attention from

takes a step back and begrudgingly gives up the fight. “Fine, whatever. She’s not

gone, Michael turns to Sophia with genuine concern in his eyes. “Are you alright?”

a bit shaken but grateful for Michael’s