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 and pulled her

someone take Ms. Bright home.

Zoey. She hadn't expected Mr. Colby to be so bold! She tried to push him away,

pinning her

"Get off me!"

bodyguard escorted Wilma away. Reaching for a vase nearby, she

his head.

sober and grabbed her wrist nimbly,

got fire.

was disgusted,

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

Stop playing hard to get. I've heard the rumors about you

without a man, and it looks like you're

a company president would

kicked Mr. Colby in his

at him.

dodged in time, but not before she

you, slut!" He lunged after her, hindered

room and headed

soothing ambient and dimly lit lights. She ended

to throw Mr. Colby off by leaving one of

restroom door, she gasped for air. The alcohol hit

had just lit a cigarette when he heard a loud thump

someone's phone ringing, and thought

no intention to pick it

mirror.

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

as she bowed down

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

Colby's curses cfrom outside.