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

these men, like a whore?

would

bulky coat, unveiling her slender

scarcely concealed her

in attendance all inhaled

patrons, yet they stood no

man’s gaze clung to

a good-looking woman in terms of her

an undeniable presence, starkly unlike

men, seated herself alongside them, and lifted a

apologies for the breach of conduct on

me to offer

gulp, her tongue delicately catching

held the undivided attention of those

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

massage his temples,

and he looked rather pale even with the

with a frigid air,

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

He beckoned Nicole over.

take a

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

shirt carelessly undone by the

alight with pleasure,

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

waist, bringing her into

brow furrowed

over her as he voiced

like you." Nicole's

to drink, she deftly

"Mr.

your drink.” Deniz, gripping her delicate wrist, tilted back his

Nicole offered, "Another glass for

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

Nicky...

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

she had only just met a moment ago,

a slut!" he muttered

flinging cash onto the table, one even audaciously tossing a

was shocked, feeling as though her face was on

men

don't keep holding