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

men, like a whore? A scornful

would comply

coat, unveiling her slender

scarcely concealed her

in attendance all

was meant to charm the patrons, yet they

man’s gaze clung to

woman in terms

exuded an undeniable presence,

approached those men, seated herself

apologies for the breach of conduct on my initial

me to offer amends,”

Nicole downed her wine in a one gulp, her tongue delicately catching the remaining

held the undivided attention of those

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

lifted his hand to massage his temples, convincing himself he just found

gloomy expression in Jarrod’s eyes deepened, and he looked

a frigid air, anticipating her next

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

He beckoned Nicole over.

a seat

yours if you attend to me well." Nicole, after a swift

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

were alight with pleasure, signaling

my utmost to please you tonight,” Nicole responded

bringing her into his arms with a fervent

brow furrowed briefly

over her as

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

drink, she deftly

"Mr.

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

smile still enchanting, Nicole offered, "Another

inquired, "And your name, darling?” With a hint of scorn flickering in her eyes,

Nicky...

days of affection, when she declared to him

met a moment ago, to address her in such a manner? Jarrod's throat tightened, his composure

slut!" he muttered to

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

shocked, feeling as though her

men complained,

keep holding