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 might

she to ingratiate herself with these men, like a whore?

well, she would comply

shed her bulky coat, unveiling her slender

scarcely

barmaids in attendance all inhaled

to charm the patrons, yet they

anticipated, every man’s gaze

was undeniably a good-looking woman

mere undergarments, Nicole exuded an undeniable presence, starkly

men, seated herself

for the breach of conduct on

me to offer amends,” she

her wine in a one gulp, her tongue

the undivided

prize she was! Jarrod, witnessing Deniz’s greedy stare, felt a shadow cross his striking features, a

temples, convincing himself he

in Jarrod’s eyes deepened, and he looked

Nicole with a frigid

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

He beckoned Nicole over.

take a seat

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

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

were alight with pleasure, signaling his

responded with a beguiling smile,

quickly to hold Nicole's waist, bringing her

brow furrowed briefly before

breath, heavy and tainted, washed over her as he voiced his

like you." Nicole's

drink, she deftly managed to dodge

"Mr.

honor of pouring your drink.” Deniz, gripping her delicate wrist, tilted

Nicole offered, "Another

As Deniz touched Nicole's soft hand, he inquired, "And your name, darling?” With a hint of scorn flickering in her eyes, Nicole answered, "Nicky will do.” That name struck a chord in Jarrod, his brooding

Nicky...

him earnestly, "You're the only

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

a slut!" he muttered

men, enthralled by Nicole's charm, began to compete in their offers, flinging cash onto the table, one even audaciously tossing

as though her face was

men

keep holding