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.

where the cereal is going,

laugh and finally hung

downstairs

setting breakfast

work at my parents' mansion when I was a kid and I

mom, she sucked

the part when I almost choked on the fumes

a funny

find

Mom was banished from

"Good morning, Nick."

greeted me

"Morning, Mrs.Hawkins."

I smiled back.

cooked my favourite: a cheese omelette and

my breakfast

An unknown number.

"Hello?"

a woman spoke in

back at the phone

"Who is this?"

and I almost missed

you never asked

reminded of

had been way too wasted to even ask her name when she threw herself at me

short black dress, and that

because I recalled admiring its soft material while taking

was too wasted to ask

words followed by an obnoxious

were one of my

me

you doing tonight,

the smirk

I stated while shoving a

me with another

got

I remembered her suddenly

to say this, but I was really disappointed when I found you gone in the

as I was looking forward

the

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

I saw your interview in that magazine last

imagine those pretty blue eyes would

telling me

And wasting my time.

up now.’ Before she could say

My phone rang again.

sighed and looked at

was Trent from the technical

"Mr.Sinclair!"

was filled with

"Yes, Trent?"

problem here at

to

information from the

"What?"

attacked your assistant

"Shit! Is Penny alright?"

has taken her to the

I frowned.

I hope the cops

didn't call the cops.’ "Why the

I snapped.

is wrong with

Sinclair, she said..."

he trailed off.

she say,

I gritted my teeth.

my blazer, I quickly called the

Mr.Blake Andrews

I snapped.

Sir.That's why I haven't told anyone

tell your father,

right thing.Make sure the girl doesn't slip away.I'll be there as

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

she probably knows what's coming

frowned and

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

It was Blake.

I picked up.

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