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.

need. Our driver

"Zoey."

about to let his catch slip

Ms. Bright home.

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

pinning her against

"Get off me!"

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

his head.

wrist nimbly, bringing it

fire. I

was disgusted, "Get

off the table in a rage, and then pushed Zoey onto

you right here, right now. Stop playing hard

live without a man, and it looks like you're desperate

a company president would speak like

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

at him.

but not before she cut his

after her, hindered by

the room and headed towards the opposite of the

restaurant she picked tonight was high class one, with soothing ambient and dimly lit lights. She

off by leaving one of her high heels by

for air. The alcohol hit her

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

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

no intention to pick it up. Annoyed,

mirror.

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

her pocket as she bowed down and frantically

and making certain it was men’s room. Just as he was about to

Colby's curses cfrom outside.