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.

she failed to appease Jarrod, he might unleash his fury upon

with these men, like a whore? A scornful

well, she would

unveiling

undergarments scarcely concealed

attendance

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

anticipated, every man’s gaze clung

was undeniably a good-looking woman in terms of

undergarments, Nicole exuded an undeniable presence, starkly unlike the

Nicole approached those men, seated

apologies for the breach of conduct on my

offer amends,”

in a one gulp, her tongue delicately catching the remaining droplets, a

held the undivided

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

lifted his hand to massage his temples, convincing himself

looked rather pale even with the company

swept over Nicole with a frigid air,

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

He beckoned Nicole over.

a

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

her eyes, she saw Jarrod’s shirt carelessly undone by the

alight with pleasure,

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

to hold Nicole's waist, bringing her into his arms with a fervent

furrowed

washed over

you." Nicole's lips pressed together, a

discomfort as a bid to drink, she deftly managed

"Mr.

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

enchanting, Nicole offered, "Another glass for

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

Nicky...

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

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

slut!" he muttered to

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

feeling as though her face

drunk men

keep