Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right

Drake's eyes narrowed as he considered the possibility.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

He recalled how Marion had injected a syringe of drug into him to save Debra, leaving him with no choice but to consume drugs every few days to stave off withdrawal symptoms. That drug came from the Lowe Group. Drake wondered if it was prepared for Debra.

"No wonder she looked so healthy the last time I saw her, not begging for mercy or caring about anything. Turns out Marion had bought our drugs to help her manage her addiction," Drake sneered. He had thought Debra had remarkable self-control, but it seemed she was no different after all.

Drake ordered, "Spread the word. Our newly developed drug is to be taken off the market and sales halted temporarily."

"Halt sales? But if we do that, our previous customers will suffer too. Things could get very messy," Kale cautioned.

"It's fine. When they can't get their fix, they'll come back to us. And so will Debra," Drake said, his gaze fixed on the computer screen displaying a photo of Debra and Marion walking hand in hand on a street. A meaningful smile spread across his face. He couldn't wait to see Debra on her knees, begging him for drugs.

Meanwhile, Marion was eager to put into practice what he had learned during the day.

In the bathtub, Debra complained, "The table is too hard. It's uncomfortable."

"Then next time, we can try the kitchen, the balcony, or maybe the couch," Marion teased.

Debra blushed and hit his chest. "Stop messing around."

The steam from the bath made Debra's face flush even more, stirring something within Marion. He leaned in and whispered, "You even look beautiful when you're angry."

Before Debra could respond, Marion captured her lips in a passionate kiss, pressing her against the edge of the tub.

Debra's breath hitched as things began to heat up, but suddenly, Marion's phone rang from outside.

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Marion away gently.

the call first."

"That can wait," Marion murmured, trailing kisses down her neck and lightly biting her earlobe.

She moaned lightly and insisted, "Come on. What if it's important?"

Marion was on the verge of losing control, but the interruption forced him to regain some sense. His voice wasdow and husky as he caressed her cheek, "Wait for me."

Debra nodded and then clutched her chest as Marion left the bathroom.

Marion's insatiable appetite was becoming too much. If this continued, she feared she wouldn't be able to keep up. Outside, Marion answered the call, "What's up?"

Randy caught the annoyance in his tone and said eagerly, "Latest news. Drake Kas taken the new drug off

the market. Our planove

"Got it."

"Got it? That's all?"

"Anything else? If not, I'm hanging up."

"Well, no, but..."

"Oh, and from now on, just text me if you have something to say. Don't call."

Marion ended the call, leaving Randy utterly confused.