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

Seeing how terrified Lara was, Peter felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction.

All the frustration he had endured from Debra and Drake the past few days bubbled to the surface. He took a step forward and yanked Lara to her feet. She shrieked in fear, turning as white as a sheet.

Peter patted her cheek and spoke playfully. "Well, I didn't notice before, but you're quite a pretty little thing. If you don't want to swim with the sharks, you'll learn to please me. If I'm in a good mood, maybe I'll let you go." Lara's body went rigid at his words.

Debra stood up and approached them. Her fingers slid down his chest.

"Come on, she's just a maid. If you're upset with me, taking it out on her seems beneath you, don't you think?"

Peter, a seasoned player when it came to women, immediately picked up on Debra's sudden change in demeanor. His eyes traveled over her, taking in the sight of her toned legs beneath her denim shorts and the way her white tank top hugged her curves. Debra was undeniably beautiful. There wasn't another woman in Seamar City who could compare to her. Now, with that seductive glimmer in her eyes, Peter found himself lost in desire.

"My arm hurts," Debra purred, leaning in closer. "Since you bumped into me, don't you think you owe me a massage?"

Her breath was warm against his skin, her voice low and teasing. Peter could feel his heart racing.

She desperately shook her head. "Ms. Frazier, don't..."

Peter shot her a glare. "Shut up!"

He wrapped his arm around Debra's waist and smirked. "Why don't we go to my cabin? I'll give you a massage you won't forget."

Lara tried to stop them, but Debra winked back at her.

Lara paused, realizing that only Drake could save Debra.

Peter wasted no time dragging

Debra into his cabin. The room was filled with the scent of stale tobacco, and Debra noticed several questionable items scattered around-whips, handcuffs. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Disgust churned in Debra's stomach, but she forced herself to stay calm. As Peter pushed her toward the bed, he leered at her, his belt already halfway undone.

"Never thought I'd see the day the proud Ms. Frazier would throw

herself at me," he sneered, "net

Lowe has lost interest. Lucky for

you, I'm not as picky." Conet

Debra frowned, wondering if Lara had told Drake about this.

As Peter approached, she stepped back.

"Why the haste? I'd like to try these toys."

"Really?" Peter's eyes lit up. "Didn't expect you to be so horny. Good! Try them as you like."

He handcuffed her and picked up the whip. "Let me show you what I've got."

Debra's eyes were fixed on the door, and soon, she heard doorsteps.