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.

he might unleash

ingratiate herself with these men, like a whore? A scornful smile crept across Nicole's

well, she would

coat, unveiling her slender legs and

scarcely

attendance all

was meant to charm the patrons, yet they

anticipated, every man’s gaze clung

was undeniably a good-looking woman in terms of

in mere undergarments, Nicole exuded an

her dignity, Nicole approached those men, seated herself alongside them, and

for the breach of

to offer amends,”

Nicole downed her wine in a one gulp, her tongue delicately catching the remaining droplets, a vision of

held the undivided attention of those

she was! Jarrod, witnessing Deniz’s greedy stare, felt a shadow cross his striking

his hand to massage his temples, convincing

expression in Jarrod’s eyes deepened, and he looked

over Nicole with a frigid air, anticipating

of cash from his briefcase,

He beckoned Nicole over.

take a

well." Nicole, after a swift swallow of wine, winced as

carelessly undone by the barmaids

features were alight with pleasure, signaling his

please you tonight,” Nicole responded

bringing her

furrowed

washed over her

and uncomplicated like you." Nicole's lips pressed together,

discomfort as a bid to drink, she deftly managed to dodge

"Mr.

pouring your drink.” Deniz, gripping her delicate wrist, tilted back his head to drain the glass, then lurched for

Nicole offered, "Another glass for

soft hand, he inquired, "And your name, darling?” With a hint of scorn flickering in her eyes, Nicole answered, "Nicky will do.” That

Nicky...

during their tender days of affection, when she declared to him earnestly, "You're the only one in

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

a slut!" he muttered to

to compete in their offers, flinging cash onto the table, one even audaciously tossing a

though her face was

drunk men

don't keep holding