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

"Zoey."

let his catch slip away. He

have someone take Ms. Bright home.

alarm shot through Zoey. She hadn't expected Mr. Colby to be so

pinning her against

"Get off me!"

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

his head.

her wrist nimbly,

fire. I

disgusted, "Get

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

right here, right now. Stop playing hard to get. I've

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

couldn't believe a company president would speak

coat buttons were tore away. She kicked Mr. Colby in his sensitive spot

at him.

time, but

slut!" He lunged after her, hindered by the

with fear, ran from the room and headed towards the opposite of

soothing ambient and dimly lit lights. She ended up

Colby off by leaving one of her high heels by

restroom door, she gasped for air. The alcohol hit her then, and

heard a loud thump from the restroom. He ignored

restroom here was spacious; he heard someone's phone ringing,

persisted, but the owner seemed to have no intention to pick it

mirror.

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

as she bowed down and frantically washed her

at the logo on the wall and making certain

Colby's curses cfrom outside.