The gloomy expression in Jarrodâs eyes deepened, and he looked rather pale even with the company of two barmaids.
His gaze swept over Nicole with a frigid air, anticipating her next move.
Meanwhile, Deniz, lost in his desire, withdrew several thick bundles of cash from his briefcase, shoving aside the barmaid next to him.
He beckoned Nicole over.
âCome, take a seat here.
These will all be yours if you attend to me well.
â
Nicole, after a swift swallow of wine, winced as a sharp pain flared in her stomach.
From the corner of her eyes, she saw Jarrodâs shirt carelessly undone by the barmaids whose hands were roaming his chest.
His features were alight with pleasure, signaling his contentment.
âIâll certainly do my utmost to please you tonight,â Nicole responded with a beguiling smile, sliding into the seat beside Deniz.
âs BunnyBookery Deniz moved quickly to hold Nicoleâs waist, bringing her into his arms with a fervent touch.
Nicoleâs brow furrowed briefly before smoothing.
Denizâs breath, heavy and tainted, washed over her as he voiced his approval.
âI like women who are open and uncomplicated like you.
â
Nicoleâs lips pressed together, a wave of nausea rising.
Masking her discomfort as a bid to drink, she deftly managed to dodge Denizâs advances.
âMr.
Miller, allow me the honor of pouring your drink.
â
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Deniz, gripping her delicate wrist, tilted back his head to drain the glass, then lurched for Nicole.
Her smile still enchanting, Nicole offered, âAnother glass for you, Mr.
Milter?â
As Deniz touched Nicoleâs soft hand, he inquired, âAnd your name, darling?â
With a hint of scorn flickering in her eyes, Nicole answered, âNicky will do.
â
That name struck a chord in Jarrod, his brooding eyes turning stormier.
Nicky It was Nicoleâs nickname during their tender days of affection, when she declared to him earnestly, âYouâre the only one in this life to call me Nicky.
â
But now⦠How could Nicole allow this old man, whom she had only just met a moment ago, to address her in such a manner?
Jarrodâs throat tightened, his composure slipping.
âWhat a slut!â he muttered to himself.