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.

failed to appease Jarrod, he might

to ingratiate herself with these men, like a whore? A scornful smile

would comply with

unveiling her slender legs and

scarcely concealed

in attendance all inhaled

attire was meant to charm the patrons, yet they stood no chance against Nicole's

anticipated, every man’s gaze clung to

was undeniably a good-looking woman in terms

Nicole exuded an

those men, seated herself alongside them, and lifted a

the breach of conduct

me to offer

her tongue delicately catching

undivided attention of

a shadow cross his striking features,

lifted his hand to massage his temples, convincing himself

looked rather

a frigid air,

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

He beckoned Nicole over.

take a

if you attend to me well." Nicole, after a swift swallow of wine, winced as a sharp pain

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

alight with pleasure, signaling his

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

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

brow furrowed briefly before

breath, heavy and tainted, washed over her

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

a bid to drink, she deftly managed to

"Mr.

honor of pouring your drink.” Deniz, gripping her delicate wrist, tilted back his head to drain the glass,

enchanting, Nicole offered, "Another glass for

in her eyes, Nicole answered, "Nicky will do.” That name struck a chord in Jarrod, his brooding eyes

Nicky...

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

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

slut!" he muttered to

their offers, flinging cash onto the table, one even audaciously

shocked, feeling as though her face was on

men complained,

keep