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."

to let his catch slip away. He grabbed Zoey

have someone take Ms. Bright home.

expected Mr. Colby to be so

her against

"Get off me!"

Reaching

his head.

and grabbed her wrist

fire. I like

disgusted, "Get

he swept everything off the

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

a man, and it looks like

believe a company

coat buttons were tore away. She kicked Mr. Colby in his sensitive spot and grabbed the broken bottle from the floor,

at him.

Colby dodged in time, but not before she cut

after her, hindered by the

ran from the room and headed towards the

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

throw Mr. Colby off by leaving one

for air. The alcohol hit her then, and

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

heard someone's phone ringing, and thought it was his phone. It

the owner seemed to have no intention to pick it up. Annoyed, he tossed his cigarette and approached

mirror.

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

her pocket as she bowed down and frantically washed

looked up, casting a glance at the logo on the wall and making certain it was men’s room. Just as he was about to

Colby's curses cfrom outside.