Billionaire Nick

Chapter 1: Trouble Nick

"Good job.Now swallow.’ I smirked at my phone.

It was lying on the bathroom counter while I styled my hair back.

Sounds like someone is having a good time.

"Blake?"I called.

"Yeah—oh;’ he groaned.

My smirk deepened.

"We don't have to discuss business if you're in the middle of something."

I heard some shuffling.

"Oh, okay! We'll talk la—wait."

There was a long pause and I wondered if he was still on the line.

"What the hell, Sinclair!"

he shouted from the other end.

I let out a laugh.

"I'm serious, Andrews.You sound busy.’ "Damn right I am.

Try feeding cereal to a toddler someday.’ I frowned.

"Oh.That's what you're doing?"

The alternative sounded better in my head.

Must've been my damn hormones.

I still couldn't get over last night's debauchery.

Smudged red lips and hot, steamy nights came to my mind instantly.

"Yeah, that's what I'm doing, Nick.Though I wouldn't have minded what you were thinking, not everyone has the best mornings."

"Of course,’ I chuckled.

Blake had been my best bud since middle school—after I saved him from a bunch of bullies.

He was so thankful that he got me a large box of M&M's.

I'd had a mania for sweets since I was a kid.

"Whose toddler is that anyway?"

I asked while walking out of the bathroom after my shower and slipping into the closet.

That was one perk of living alone in a huge penthouse.

I could roam around naked.

"Cousin Kyla is visiting."

"And you're babysitting?"

I asked nonchalantly while buttoning my shirt and fixing my tie.

"Apparently, he sighed, "seeing Rebekah clearly sucks at completing the task."

Rebekah was Blake's little sister who thought I was a manwhore and had hated me throughout high school—or, say, pretended to hate me.

Honestly, I still thought it was because she had a secret little crush on me.

I mean, who could hate a face like mine? Plus, she was pretty.

I might have dated her if she wasn't Blake's sister—didn't wanna ruin my friendship with him—because clearly, yeah, I am a bit of a manwhore.

"Nick, I need to check some data before we bring in the shipment.

But seeing as I can't stop by at your office today, I have sent someone else to collect the files."

"Okay.I'll let Penny know.’ "The hot assistant?"

I could hear the smirk in his voice.

"I don't check my staff out."

"Oh, come on.You're not completely oblivious to her flirting, are you?"

"Of course not.But she's an employee, so no.’ I knew better than to fuck an employee.In my initial months of working with Dad at Sinclair Enterprises, I hooked up with my temporary secretary and messed a lot of things up.

Boy, do I remember Dad kicking my ass! "I think that rule needs to be changed before the manwhore runs out of his chicks and has to beg his secretary to date him.

Yeah, like that's gonna happen.

I rolled my eyes.

the cereal is

laugh and finally hung

went downstairs to find

my 50-year-old cook, setting breakfast

to work at my parents' mansion when I was a kid and I had brought her along when I'd

for my mom, she sucked at

I almost choked on the fumes when she burnt dinner one

a

came back home to find the kitchen ceiling pitch

Mom was banished from cooking

"Good morning, Nick."

greeted me with a

"Morning, Mrs.Hawkins."

I smiled back.

had cooked my favourite: a cheese omelette and cinnamon

my breakfast when my phone

An unknown number.

"Hello?"

woman spoke in a

back at the phone

"Who is this?"

long sigh and I

Cassandra.Since you never

reminded of my brunette company

wasted to even ask her name when she threw herself at me in that

short black dress, and that was all I remembered

admiring its soft material while

ask

know" she said, her words followed by

giggles were one

me to the

what are you

hear the smirk in

while shoving a

was enough to penalize me with another fit of

Bing got nothing on

I remembered her suddenly asking for my phone to make an emergency

this, but I was really disappointed when I found you

looking forward

the last

I wouldn't have minded."Alright.Look, Cassandra, I'm running late for

interview in that magazine last

pretty blue eyes

should've been flattered but she was telling me nothing that I didn't

And wasting my time.

but I'm gonna have to hang up now.’ Before she could say anything else, I hung up and resumed

My phone rang again.

sighed and looked at the

was Trent from

"Mr.Sinclair!"

voice was filled with

"Yes, Trent?"

problem here

to break into

information from the

"What?"

your assistant when she tried to stop

"Shit! Is Penny alright?"

her passed out.Ryan has taken her to

I frowned.

I hope the cops are questioning her already.’

cops.’ "Why the

I snapped.

the fuck is wrong with

Sinclair, she said..."

he trailed off.

did she

I gritted my teeth.

my blazer, I quickly called the elevators to

Mr.Blake Andrews

I snapped.

Sir.That's why I haven't told

tell your father,

"No! You did the right thing.Make sure the girl doesn't slip away.I'll

a problem, Mr.Sinclair.She's just sitting quietly in

knows

and hung

against my company? My bodyguard-slash-chauffeur Bruce was waiting in the parking lot and as I got into the car, my phone

It was Blake.

I picked up.

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