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

a laugh and finally

quickly went downstairs to find

my 50-year-old cook, setting breakfast

at my parents' mansion when I was a

for my mom, she

that was ignoring the part when I almost choked on the fumes when she burnt dinner

a

came back home to find

that, Mom was banished from cooking anything at

"Good morning, Nick."

me

"Morning, Mrs.Hawkins."

I smiled back.

had cooked my favourite: a cheese omelette

halfway through my breakfast

An unknown number.

"Hello?"

a woman spoke

the phone with

"Who is this?"

was a long sigh and

never asked

of my

even ask her name when she threw herself

dress, and

because I recalled admiring its soft material while taking

too wasted to ask

her words followed by an obnoxious giggle, causing

giggles were

annoyed me

you doing

the smirk in her

stated while shoving a

was enough to penalize me with another fit of

Bing got

And then, I remembered her suddenly asking for my phone to make an emergency call last

to say this, but I was really disappointed

I was looking forward to

whispered the last

minded."Alright.Look, Cassandra, I'm running

interview in that

pretty blue eyes would

was telling me nothing that I didn't

And wasting my time.

up now.’ Before she could say

My phone rang again.

sighed and looked

from the

"Mr.Sinclair!"

was filled

"Yes, Trent?"

here at the

tried to

steal information from the important

"What?"

a woman.She also attacked your assistant when she tried to stop

"Shit! Is Penny alright?"

passed out.Ryan has taken her to the

I frowned.

hope the

cops.’ "Why the hell

I snapped.

the fuck is wrong with

Sinclair, she said..."

he trailed off.

did she

I gritted my teeth.

blazer, I quickly called the elevators

Mr.Blake Andrews

I snapped.

Sir.That's why I haven't told

I tell your father,

the right thing.Make sure the girl doesn't

wouldn't be a problem, Mr.Sinclair.She's just sitting quietly in the waiting room.Almost like

because she probably knows what's coming

and hung

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

It was Blake.

I picked up.

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