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.

he

men, like a whore? A scornful

well, she would

her bulky coat, unveiling her slender legs

undergarments scarcely

barmaids in attendance all

was meant to charm the patrons, yet

man’s gaze clung to

a good-looking woman in terms of her

exuded an undeniable presence, starkly unlike

seated herself

breach of conduct

offer

her wine in a one gulp, her tongue delicately

the undivided

Jarrod, witnessing Deniz’s greedy stare, felt a

massage his temples, convincing himself

Jarrod’s eyes deepened, and he looked rather pale even

gaze swept over Nicole with a

bundles of cash from his briefcase, shoving aside the

He beckoned Nicole over.

take a

me well." Nicole, after a swift swallow of wine, winced as a sharp pain

she saw Jarrod’s shirt carelessly undone by the barmaids whose

features were alight with

Nicole responded

bringing her into his arms with a fervent

brow furrowed briefly before

and tainted, washed over her as he

you." Nicole's lips

bid to drink, she

"Mr.

allow me the honor of pouring your drink.” Deniz, gripping her delicate

enchanting, Nicole offered, "Another glass

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,

Nicky...

affection, when she declared to him earnestly,

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

slut!" he muttered to

compete in their offers, flinging cash onto the table, one even audaciously

shocked, feeling as though her face was on

drunk men

don't keep