Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Wilma was fuming, ready to stand up in protest, but Zoey held her down by the leg.

Zoey smiled at Mr. Colby, "Mr. Colby, you're a straight shooter. Let's shake on it. I'll have my people prepare the contract."

"If Zoey can down it, I'll sign on the dotted line."

Zoey gracefully poured herself a drink, only to be stopped by Wilma who whispered in her ear, "Zoey, this Mr. Colby is clearly up to

no good. Let's get out of here."

She didn't want this endorsement. Zoey chuckled inwardly. Wilma had been well protected in their circle, especially since signing

with Star Movie Group - she had hardly been put in a tight spot.

She was still too green, but maybe that was for the best.

"No worries, you don't have to drink. I will."

"That's not happening."

Wilma snatched the glass and downed it in one gulp. She could hold her liquor, but this was too strong. It felt like her insides were

on fire. She took another, and within a minute, slumped over in her seat.

Zoey sighed, massaging her temples, and poured three more drinks for herself. She finished them in one go and then got up to

help Wilma.

"Mr. Colby, the drinks are done. Tomorrow, I'll have someone from the company discuss the endorsement with you."

Mr. Colby's eyes narrowed, and he stood up too.

"Zoey, you're a good sport. But you both seem plastered. Why not crash at the hotel next door for the night?"

Zoey was still clear-headed but dizzy. Wilma was a top-tier star; they couldn't have her caught drunk in public.

need. Our driver is waiting

"Zoey."

wasn't about to let

someone take Ms. Bright home. Why don't you stay

She hadn't expected Mr. Colby to be so

her

"Get off me!"

bodyguard escorted Wilma away. Reaching for a vase nearby, she aimed to crack it

his head.

and grabbed her wrist nimbly, bringing

fire. I

was disgusted,

to the groin; he swept everything off the table in a rage, and then pushed Zoey onto

here, right now. Stop playing hard to get. I've heard the rumors about you throwing yourself

rejected. Your mother's a tramp who can't live without a man, and it looks like you're

company president

kicked Mr. Colby in his sensitive spot and grabbed the

at him.

Colby dodged in time, but not before she cut his

you, slut!" He lunged after her,

ran from the room and headed towards the opposite

soothing ambient and dimly lit

off by leaving one of her high heels

The alcohol hit her then,

a cigarette when he heard a loud thump from the restroom. He ignored

here was spacious; he heard someone's phone ringing, and thought it was his phone.

no intention to pick it up. Annoyed,

mirror.

sink; half of the lights were off, so he couldn't discern

her pocket as she bowed down and frantically washed

and making certain it was men’s room. Just as he was

Colby's curses cfrom outside.