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.

driver

"Zoey."

poured the drinks; he wasn't about to let his catch slip away. He grabbed

Ms. Bright home. Why

Mr. Colby to be so bold! She tried to push

pinning her against the

"Get off me!"

away. Reaching for a vase nearby, she aimed

his head.

sober and grabbed her wrist nimbly, bringing

you've got fire. I like

was disgusted, "Get

to the groin; he swept everything off the table in

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

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

believe a company president would speak

were tore away. She kicked Mr. Colby in his sensitive spot and grabbed the broken

at him.

time, but

you, slut!" He lunged after her,

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

restaurant she picked tonight was high class one, with soothing ambient

mistake, trying to throw Mr. Colby off by leaving one of her high heels

for air. The alcohol hit her then, and she

a loud thump from the restroom.

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

but the owner seemed to have no intention to pick it up.

mirror.

saw a woman by the sink; half of the lights

her pocket as she bowed down and

on the wall and making

Colby's curses cfrom outside.