Love Unbreakable

His Threat Suddenly, Nicole's complexion drained of color.

Was Jarrod unaware that beneath her coat, she only wore her underwear as he instructed? Removing her coat would be akin to standing naked for all to see, wouldn't it? In the past, Nicole had joined clients for dinners, but always dressed in her professional attire.

Being a Lawrence, people would only dare to mock Nicole with words, never mistaking her for a mere whore.

But now, Jarrod seemed poised to tarnish her good name in this entertainment place.

The other two men perked up.

"Stop acting so prim and proper.

We're not here to watch you hide behind that coat.

Off with it, and make it quick." "Yes, entertain us well and you'll be handsomely rewarded.” Their expressions were filled with unsavory intent, making Nicole reel as if she had been struck across the face.

Jarrod, watching her frozen stance, let out a sardonic laugh.

"Let's remember, Miss Lawrence hails from a respectable family.

Perhaps we should allow her a moment to consider.” "Really? That's rather dull.

Maybe we should find someone else to entertain us for the time being?" With a gesture from Deniz, a group of barmaids entered, dressed in revealing attire and drawing all eyes.

Deniz pointed out two particularly striking women, instructing them, "Take special care of Mr.

Schultz.” These two women were well-trained and walked toward Jarrod as instructed immediately.

Their eyes lit up when they saw Jarrod.

Such a dashing guy was seldom seen here.

They approached him unabashedly and settled on either side, hands provocatively on Jarrod's legs.

"Mr.

Schultz, what would you like to do now?" Deniz chuckled at their forwardness.

"You're both quite fortunate to attend to a man of Mr.

Schultz's caliber.” Jarrod didn't dismiss their advances, enveloping them with an arm each and boldly finishing the drink nestled against one’s curves.

The wine’s aroma lingered as Jarrod squinted his eyes at Nicole and, with a mocking smile, he toyed with his phone.

"Miss Lawrence, should I get your family's permission for you?" Nicole's heart seemed to lurch at the mention of her family.

Suddenly, Nicole felt a grip around her throat, stealing her breath away.

She was certain Jarrod intended to torment her this evening.

to appease Jarrod, he might unleash

with these men, like a whore? A scornful smile crept

she would comply

her bulky coat, unveiling her

scarcely

attendance all

meant to charm the patrons, yet they stood no chance

every man’s gaze

good-looking woman in terms

in mere undergarments, Nicole exuded an undeniable presence, starkly unlike the

men, seated herself alongside them, and lifted

the breach of conduct on

me to offer amends,” she

a one gulp, her tongue delicately catching

undivided attention of

stare, felt a

lifted his hand to massage his temples, convincing himself he just found Nicole's behavior

in Jarrod’s eyes deepened, and he looked rather pale even

swept over Nicole with a frigid air, anticipating her

in his desire, withdrew several thick bundles of cash from his briefcase, shoving aside the barmaid next to

He beckoned Nicole over.

a

a swift swallow of wine, winced as a sharp

she saw Jarrod’s shirt carelessly undone by the barmaids

were alight with pleasure,

please you tonight,” Nicole responded with a beguiling smile, sliding

hold Nicole's waist, bringing her into his arms with a fervent

brow furrowed

and tainted, washed over her as he voiced his

who are open and uncomplicated like you." Nicole's lips pressed together, a

a bid to drink, she deftly managed to dodge Deniz's

"Mr.

honor of pouring your drink.” Deniz, gripping her delicate wrist, tilted back

smile still enchanting, Nicole offered, "Another

hint of scorn flickering in her eyes, Nicole answered, "Nicky will do.” That name struck

Nicky...

of affection, when she declared to him earnestly, "You're the only one in this life to call me Nicky.”

Nicole allow this old man, whom she had only just met a moment ago, to address her in such a manner? Jarrod's

a slut!" he muttered

compete in their offers, flinging cash onto the

though her

men complained,

keep