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 is waiting

"Zoey."

wasn't about to let his catch slip away. He

have someone take Ms. Bright home. Why don't you

to be so bold! She tried to push him away, but he

her against the

"Get off me!"

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

his head.

wrist

got fire.

was disgusted,

he swept everything off the table in

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

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

company president would

coat buttons were tore away. She kicked Mr. Colby in his sensitive

at him.

Colby dodged in time, but not before she

slut!" He lunged after her, hindered by the

pale with fear, ran from the room and

ambient and dimly lit lights. She ended up in the men's

off by leaving one of her high heels

for air. The

lit a cigarette when he heard a loud thump from

here was spacious; he heard someone's phone

no intention to pick it up. Annoyed,

mirror.

he saw a woman by the sink; half of the lights

pocket as she bowed down and frantically washed

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

Colby's curses cfrom outside.