The expression on Nicole's face changed at once. She said in a low voice, "I'm not feeling well today. Besides, isn't Jamie coming?"

She was so exhausted that she could no longer stand another round of sex.

Jarrod walked over to Nicole with a sneer. He pinched her nape and pressed her against the wall with her back to him.

"How dare you call Jamie by her first name!"

Nicole didn't want to piss Jarrod off, so she hurriedly explained, “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disrespect Miss Powell."

“Be smart enough to know what you should do. Remember, I am the one who makes the rules. You can only follow my orders. Do you understand?" Jarrod said coldly.

Nicole nodded with difficulty.

But Jarrod's approach made her so nervous that she broke out in a cold sweat. Why did he start to be gripped by his lust again?

Jamie was already on her way here. How could he still want to have sex with her? He really wanted to make things difficult for her.

At the thought of this, Nicole became even more nervous. What if Jamie caught them in such a scene?

Suddenly, Jarrod patted her, which brought her back to her senses.

Then he said impatiently, "Relax."

Nicole was rendered speechless.

After a while, the doorbell rang. Jarrod hurriedly ended their sex and pushed Nicole into the closet before she could even react.

Nicole had become claustrophobic ever since she was robbed and thrown into a mountain pass a few years ago. She was always afraid of being in a confined space.

The closet where she was now was very dark, so fear started to overwhelm her.

But there was nothing she could do. She couldn't go out and expose herself in front of Jamie. So, she could only hug her knees tightly and curl up as hard as she could.

She hadn't had the time to wash her body, so she could still smell Jarrod's semen, which made her feel so disgusted about herself.

Soon, a woman's delicate and gentle voice sounded outside.

“Hmm... Jarrod... Be gentle..."