Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Jarrod’s tone was cold and indifferent as he asked, “Where are you?”

“I’m…” Vicki hesitated and then said, “I’m at home.

”

“You didn’t go out tonight?” Jarrod asked.

“Uh… No… Well, I did go out briefly, but I didn’t feel like it, so I returned.

”

“Where did you go tonight?” Jarrod asked in front of everyone.

Vicki paused, uncertainty flickering across her face as Jarrod’s unexpected interest in her activities tonight caught her off guard.

Normally, Jarrod remained indifferent about her comings and goings, his questions never extending beyond casual pleasantries.

Yet today was different.

A fleeting thought crossed her mind.

“I…” Vicki hesitated and then ventured, “I went to Kingbel Club with Doreen.

”

She cut herself off there, her understanding of Jarrod’s temperament guiding her silence.

He was a man of few questions, content with honesty over details Consistent with Vicki’s expectations, Jarrod refrained from probing further after her brief disclosure.

Vicki, her curiosity piqued, pressed him gently, “Jarrod, why this sudden interest?”

“It’s nothing,” Jarrod responded, his voice casual as he slid his hand deeper into his pocket, the fabric rustling softly.

“Try to get some sleep early tonight.

”

Their conversation tapered off there, each unspoken word hanging in the air.

Respecting his wish, Vicki replied, “Alright, rest well yourself too.

”

The phone clicked as the call ended.

Immediately, Alec turned to Jarrod with urgency in his tone.

“Sir, what should we do about Mr.

Hampton?”

The dilemma of handling the disheveled Lowe, Jarrod’s future brother -in-law, lying bare and vulnerable on the cold ground, was pressing.

Jarrod eyed the disheveled figure of Lowe on the ground, his voice deep and authoritative as he issued the command, “Put him in the car and take him back to the Hampton family.

”

“Understood,” Alec responded, his thoughts in alignment with Jarrod’s directive.

Despite their frayed ties, they couldn’t afford to let Vicki be embarrassed or become the subject of gossip.

Alec hoisted Lowe up and began to haul him outside, but Lowe was uncooperative, his body limp and heavy like a sack of flour.

The evening’s events had drained Lowe even further.

Upon reaching the door, Alec looked up, intending to call Jemma for assistance, only to see that she had already moved to escort Nicole out.

Jemma was busy attending to Nicole, who seemed to be ignored by everyone else.

As the manager of the bar girls, it was Jemma’s duty to oversee Nicole’s situation without overthinking the implications.

Jemma supported Nicole to the doorway.

Nicole’s face was flushed, her appearance tousled yet retaining an inexplicable allure.

As they passed by, Jarrod’s gaze lingered on Nicole, his brows knitting together in a frown, his thoughts unreadable.

Without warning, Nicole reached out, grabbed Jarrod’s collar, and pressed a fervent ki*s to his lips.

Her ki*s was intense, searing with a heat that lingered on his skin.