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

Bright home. Why don't you stay

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

her against

"Get off me!"

watched desperately as Mr. Colby's bodyguard escorted Wilma away. Reaching for a vase nearby, she aimed to crack it

his head.

and grabbed her wrist

you've got fire.

was disgusted,

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

Stop playing hard to get.

rejected. Your mother's a tramp who can't live without a man, and

company president would speak like

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

at him.

Colby dodged in time, but not

slut!" He lunged after her, hindered by

from the room and headed towards

one, with soothing ambient

trying to throw Mr. Colby off by leaving one of

The alcohol hit her then, and she

loud thump from the restroom. He ignored it,

heard someone's phone

the owner seemed to have no intention to pick it up. Annoyed, he tossed

mirror.

the sink; half of the lights

ring in her pocket as she bowed down and frantically

at the logo on the wall and making certain it was men’s room. Just as he was about

Colby's curses cfrom outside.