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

"Zoey."

had poured the drinks; he wasn't about to let his catch

home.

shot through Zoey. She hadn't expected Mr. Colby to

her against the

"Get off me!"

escorted Wilma away. Reaching

his head.

her wrist

got fire. I like

disgusted,

Colby got a kick to the groin; he swept everything off the table in

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

can't live without a man, and it looks

a company president would speak

Mr. Colby in his sensitive spot and grabbed the broken bottle from the floor,

at him.

time, but not before

slut!" He lunged after her, hindered by the

room and headed

one, with soothing ambient and dimly lit

throw Mr. Colby off by

for air. The alcohol hit her then, and she

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

he heard someone's phone ringing, and thought it was

have no intention to pick it up. Annoyed, he tossed his

mirror.

when he saw a woman by the sink; half of the lights were off,

in her pocket as she bowed down and frantically washed

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

Colby's curses cfrom outside.