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

"Zoey."

wasn't about to let his catch

Ms. Bright home. Why don't you

Colby to be so bold! She tried to push him away, but he

her against the

"Get off me!"

desperately as Mr. Colby's bodyguard escorted Wilma away. Reaching for a vase

his head.

her wrist nimbly, bringing it to

fire.

was disgusted, "Get

got a kick to the groin; he swept everything off the table in a

have you right here, right now. Stop playing hard to get. I've heard the

a tramp who can't live without a man, and it looks like

a company president would speak like

Mr. Colby in his sensitive

at him.

Colby dodged in time, but

He lunged after her, hindered by

the room and headed towards

soothing ambient

by leaving one of her high heels

for air. The

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

someone's phone ringing, and thought

to have no intention to pick it up. Annoyed,

mirror.

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

her pocket as she bowed down and

wall and making certain it was men’s room.

Colby's curses cfrom outside.