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.

appease Jarrod, he might unleash his

these men, like a whore? A scornful smile crept

would comply with his

coat, unveiling her

scarcely

barmaids in attendance all inhaled

alluring attire was meant to charm the patrons, yet they stood no

man’s gaze clung to

woman in terms of her

mere undergarments, Nicole exuded an undeniable presence, starkly unlike the

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

the breach of conduct on my initial

offer amends,”

her

undivided attention of

Deniz’s greedy stare, felt a shadow cross his striking features, a surge of

temples, convincing himself he

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

gaze swept over Nicole with a frigid air, anticipating her

desire, withdrew several thick bundles of cash from

He beckoned Nicole over.

a seat

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

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

features were alight with pleasure,

responded with a

waist, bringing her into his arms with a

furrowed briefly

over her as he voiced his

uncomplicated like you." Nicole's lips pressed

to drink,

"Mr.

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

smile still enchanting, Nicole offered, "Another glass

of scorn flickering in her eyes, Nicole answered, "Nicky will do.” That name

Nicky...

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

this old man, whom she had only just met a moment ago, to address her in such a

a slut!" he

enthralled by Nicole's charm, began to compete in their offers, flinging cash onto the

as though her face was

men

don't keep holding