Reluctantly, she had stopped locking the door so that he could come in easily.

She had no choice. After all, this was his home.

If not for her need of medical assistance from him, she would have thrown him out long ago.

Nicole's eyes flashed with revulsion, which only fueled Jarrod's anger.

Jarrod turned over, grasping her chin firmly, his voice heavy with suppressed fury, "Am I married yet?"

Nicole was at a loss for words.

Then, he began to remove her pajamas.

Nicole was appalled by his audacity.

"Stop!" she cried, struggling. "Don't touch me!"

But Jarrod, tense and resolved, restrained her, preventing any movement.

In desperation, Nicole headbutted him.

Thump! Nicole used all her strength, her head throbbing with pain.

Jarrod paused, a sinister smile playing on his Lips.

"You are quite the fighter, aren't you?" Jarrod remarked coldly.

Sitting up, he flicked a lighter, its blue flame casting shadows on his chiseled face.

With a cigarette between his lips, collar undone revealing his collarbone, he exhaled smoke. "Are you trying to nullify our agreement?"

“What the hell are you talking about?" Nicole, perplexed and on edge, fixed her gaze on him.

Her earlier resistance was purely out of instinctive. She loathed the thought of having sex with him.

Despite knowing Jamie might learn everything, she couldn't bear it, yet felt powerless to stop him.

“Never mind. Since you're unwilling, consider our agreement ended ahead of schedule," Jarrod stated indifferently.