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

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

she would

unveiling her

undergarments scarcely

in attendance all

attire was meant to charm the patrons, yet they

anticipated, every man’s gaze clung to

a good-looking woman in

an undeniable presence, starkly

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

breach of conduct on

offer amends,”

Nicole downed her wine in a one gulp, her tongue delicately

held the undivided attention of

greedy stare, felt a shadow cross his

his hand to massage his temples, convincing himself he just

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

Nicole with a frigid

lost in his desire, withdrew several thick bundles of cash from his

He beckoned Nicole over.

take a

will all be yours if you attend to me well." Nicole, after a swift swallow of

corner of her eyes, she saw Jarrod’s shirt carelessly undone by the

features were alight with pleasure, signaling

you tonight,” Nicole responded with a beguiling smile, sliding into the

quickly to hold Nicole's waist, bringing her into his arms with

brow furrowed briefly

heavy and tainted, washed over her as

you." Nicole's lips pressed together, a wave of

as a bid to drink, she

"Mr.

gripping her delicate wrist, tilted back his head to drain the glass, then lurched

offered,

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

Nicky...

Nicole's nickname during their tender days of affection, when she declared to him earnestly, "You're the only one in this life to call

old man, whom she had only just met a moment ago,

he muttered

compete in their offers, flinging cash onto the

feeling as though her face was

drunk men

keep holding