"I'll certainly do my utmost to please you tonight," Nicole responded with a beguiling smile, sliding into the seat beside Deniz.

Deniz moved quickly to hold Nicole's waist, bringing her into his arms with a fervent touch.

Nicole's brow furrowed briefly before smoothing.

Deniz's breath, heavy and tainted, washed over her as he voiced his approval.

“I like women who are open and uncomplicated like you.”

Nicole's lips pressed together, a wave of nausea rising. Masking her discomfort as a bid to drink, she deftly managed to dodge Deniz's advances.

“Mr. Miller, allow me the honor of pouring your drink."

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

Her smile still enchanting, Nicole offered, “Another glass for you, Mr. Milter?"

As Deniz touched Nicole's soft hand, he inquired, “And your name, darling?"

With a hint of scorn flickering in her eyes, Nicole answered, "Nicky will do."

That name struck a chord in Jarrod, his brooding eyes turning stormier.

Nicky It was Nicole's nickname during their tender days of affection, when she declared to him earnestly, "You're the only one in this life to call me Nicky."

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?

Jarrod's throat tightened, his composure slipping.

“What a slut!" he muttered to himself.

The other men, enthralled by Nicole's charm, began to compete in their offers, flinging cash onto the table, one even audaciously tossing a stack of cash at Nicole's face.

Nicole was shocked, feeling as though her face was on fire.

These drunk men complained, “Mr. Miller, don't keep holding her.

Nicky's here for our enjoyment."