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."

he wasn't about to let his

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

Mr. Colby to be so bold! She tried to

her against the

"Get off me!"

bodyguard escorted Wilma away. Reaching for a vase nearby, she aimed to crack it

his head.

and grabbed her wrist nimbly, bringing it to

you've got fire. I like

disgusted, "Get

to the groin; he swept everything off the table in a rage, and

have you right here, right now. Stop playing hard to get. I've

Your mother's a tramp who can't live without a man, and it looks like you're

company president would speak like

kicked Mr. Colby in his sensitive spot and grabbed

at him.

but not before she

He lunged after her, hindered by

with fear, ran from the room and headed

tonight was high class one, with soothing ambient and dimly lit lights. She ended up

off by leaving one of

door, she gasped for air. The alcohol hit

a loud thump from the restroom. He

was spacious; he heard someone's phone

owner seemed to have no intention to

mirror.

half of the lights were off, so he couldn't discern

her pocket as she bowed down and frantically washed

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

Colby's curses cfrom outside.