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 upon

ingratiate herself with these men, like

would comply with his

unveiling her slender legs and

undergarments scarcely

in attendance

was meant to charm the patrons, yet they stood no chance against Nicole's unveiled

man’s gaze

undeniably a good-looking woman in

exuded an undeniable presence,

seated

of conduct on my initial

to offer

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

the undivided attention of

a shadow cross his striking features, a surge of displeasure rising

lifted his hand to massage his temples, convincing himself he

he looked rather pale even with the company of two

with a frigid air, anticipating her next

in his desire, withdrew several thick bundles of cash from

He beckoned Nicole over.

take a seat

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

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

with pleasure, signaling his

please you tonight,” Nicole responded with a beguiling

quickly to hold Nicole's waist, bringing her into

brow furrowed briefly before

washed over her as he

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

her discomfort as a bid to drink, she deftly managed to dodge Deniz's

"Mr.

gripping her delicate wrist, tilted back his head to drain the glass, then lurched for

smile still enchanting, Nicole offered,

in her eyes, Nicole answered, "Nicky will do.” That name struck a chord

Nicky...

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

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

he muttered

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

as though her face was

drunk men

don't keep holding