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.

failed to appease Jarrod, he might unleash his fury

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

she would

shed her bulky coat, unveiling

undergarments scarcely concealed

in attendance all

patrons, yet they stood no chance against

every man’s gaze clung

was undeniably a good-looking woman in terms of

exuded an undeniable presence, starkly unlike the

dignity, Nicole approached those men, seated herself alongside them, and

of conduct on

offer amends,”

her wine in a one gulp, her tongue delicately catching the

held the undivided

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

to massage his temples, convincing himself he just

and he looked rather

a frigid

of cash from his briefcase, shoving aside the barmaid next to

He beckoned Nicole over.

a seat

after a swift swallow

corner of her eyes, she saw Jarrod’s shirt carelessly undone by the barmaids whose

with pleasure, signaling

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

bringing her

furrowed briefly

heavy and tainted, washed over her as

like women who are open and uncomplicated like you." Nicole's lips pressed together, a wave of

to drink, she deftly

"Mr.

gripping her delicate wrist,

smile still enchanting, Nicole offered, "Another glass

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 eyes

Nicky...

of affection, when she declared to him earnestly, "You're the

Nicole allow this old man, whom she had only just met a moment ago, to address her in such a manner? Jarrod's throat tightened,

a slut!" he muttered to

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

feeling as though her face was

drunk men

don't keep holding