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 is waiting

"Zoey."

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

home. Why don't you stay the

jolt of alarm shot through Zoey. She hadn't expected Mr. Colby to be so bold! She

her against

"Get off me!"

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

his head.

was sober and grabbed her wrist nimbly, bringing it

fire. I

disgusted, "Get

groin; he swept everything off the

hard to get. I've heard the rumors

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

couldn't believe a company

She kicked Mr. Colby in his sensitive

at him.

in time, but

lunged after her, hindered

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

was high class one, with soothing ambient and dimly lit lights. She ended up in the men's

to throw Mr. Colby off by leaving one of

for air. The alcohol hit her

a loud thump from the restroom. He ignored it, flicking

he heard someone's phone

to have no intention to pick

mirror.

woman by the sink; half of the

in her pocket as she bowed down and frantically washed her

wall and making certain it was men’s

Colby's curses cfrom outside.