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.

Jarrod, he might unleash his fury upon

these men, like a

would comply

coat, unveiling her slender legs and

undergarments scarcely concealed her

barmaids in attendance

to charm the patrons, yet

every man’s gaze

a good-looking woman

mere undergarments, Nicole exuded an undeniable presence,

those men, seated

for the breach of conduct

me to offer

downed her wine in a one gulp, her

the undivided attention

a shadow cross his striking features, a surge of displeasure

massage his temples,

he looked rather pale

Nicole with a frigid air, anticipating her

bundles of

He beckoned Nicole over.

a seat

Nicole, after a swift swallow

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

were alight with pleasure, signaling

utmost to please you tonight,” Nicole responded with a

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

brow furrowed briefly before

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

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

bid to drink, she deftly managed

"Mr.

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

smile still enchanting, Nicole offered, "Another glass for you,

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

Nicky...

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

man, whom she had only just met a moment ago, to

a slut!" he

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

feeling as though her

men complained,

don't keep