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

laugh and finally hung

went downstairs to find

50-year-old cook, setting breakfast on the dining

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

mom, she

part when I almost choked

was a

back home to find the kitchen ceiling pitch

that, Mom was banished from cooking anything at

"Good morning, Nick."

me with

"Morning, Mrs.Hawkins."

I smiled back.

my favourite: a

through my breakfast when my phone

An unknown number.

"Hello?"

spoke

stared back at the phone with a

"Who is this?"

a long sigh and

Cassandra.Since you never asked

I was suddenly reminded of my brunette company

ask her name when she threw herself at me in that

dress, and that was all I remembered about

recalled admiring its soft material while taking it off

wasted to ask for a name,’ I

by an obnoxious giggle,

were one

me to the

what are you doing tonight, Nick

could hear the

shoving a piece of

was enough to penalize me with another

got nothing on

number? And then, I remembered her suddenly asking for

idiot I am! "I hate to say this, but I was really disappointed when

I was looking forward

the last

I wouldn't have minded."Alright.Look, Cassandra,

I saw your interview in that magazine

those pretty blue eyes would look

was telling me nothing that

And wasting my time.

I'm gonna have to hang up now.’ Before she could say anything

My phone rang again.

sighed and looked at

Trent from the

"Mr.Sinclair!"

was

"Yes, Trent?"

a problem here

to

steal information from the important

"What?"

your

"Shit! Is Penny alright?"

taken her to the hospital.She probably

I frowned.

woman? I hope the cops are

the cops.’ "Why

I snapped.

the fuck is wrong with my staff? "Because,

Sinclair, she said..."

he trailed off.

she say,

I gritted my teeth.

called the elevators to get to the

Mr.Blake Andrews

I snapped.

why I haven't told anyone else

tell

did the right thing.Make sure the girl

sitting quietly in the waiting room.Almost like

because she probably knows what's coming

and

my company? My bodyguard-slash-chauffeur Bruce was waiting in the parking

It was Blake.

I picked up.

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