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.

Jarrod, he might

men, like a

well, she would comply

unveiling her slender legs and smooth

undergarments scarcely concealed

barmaids in attendance

was meant to charm the patrons, yet they

every man’s gaze

undeniably a good-looking woman in terms of her

undergarments, Nicole exuded an undeniable presence, starkly

seated herself alongside

of conduct on my

offer amends,”

one gulp, her

held the undivided attention

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

temples, convincing himself he just found Nicole's behavior

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

Nicole with a frigid air, anticipating her next

lost in his desire, withdrew several thick bundles of cash from his briefcase, shoving aside the

He beckoned Nicole over.

a seat

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

of her eyes, she saw Jarrod’s shirt carelessly undone by the barmaids whose hands were roaming

features were alight with pleasure, signaling

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

hold Nicole's waist, bringing

furrowed briefly before

and tainted, washed over her

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

drink, she

"Mr.

her delicate wrist, tilted back his head to drain the

enchanting, Nicole offered, "Another glass

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

Nicky...

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

could Nicole allow this old man, whom she had only just met a moment ago,

slut!" he muttered to

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

feeling as though her face was

drunk men complained,

keep