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.

Our driver is waiting

"Zoey."

about to let his catch slip away. He

Ms. Bright home. Why don't

She hadn't expected Mr. Colby to be so

her

"Get off me!"

Mr. Colby's bodyguard escorted Wilma away. Reaching

his head.

sober and grabbed her wrist nimbly, bringing it to his

fire. I like

was disgusted,

he swept everything off the table in

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

without a man,

couldn't believe a company

in his sensitive spot and grabbed the broken bottle

at him.

Colby dodged in time, but

lunged after her,

the room

soothing ambient and dimly lit lights. She ended up in

to throw Mr. Colby off by

gasped for air. The alcohol hit her then,

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

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

intention to pick it up. Annoyed, he tossed his cigarette and approached

mirror.

sink; half of the lights were

ring in her pocket as she bowed down and frantically washed

and making certain it was men’s

Colby's curses cfrom outside.