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

laugh and finally hung

downstairs to

my 50-year-old cook, setting breakfast on

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

mom,

almost choked on the fumes when she burnt dinner

was a funny

find the

that, Mom was banished

"Good morning, Nick."

me

"Morning, Mrs.Hawkins."

I smiled back.

favourite: a

halfway through my

An unknown number.

"Hello?"

a woman spoke in a seductive

back at the phone with a

"Who is this?"

long sigh and I almost missed hearing her

you never asked

suddenly reminded of my brunette company from last

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

a short black dress, and that was all I

recalled admiring its soft

wasted to ask for

 she said, her words followed by an obnoxious giggle, causing

reason, giggles were one

annoyed me to the

are you doing

the smirk in

I stated while shoving a piece of pancake in

with another fit of

Bing got nothing

get my number? And then, I remembered her suddenly asking for my phone to make an emergency

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

as I was looking forward to

whispered the last

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

saw your interview in that magazine last week,

imagine those pretty blue eyes would look as

but she was telling me nothing that I

And wasting my time.

up now.’ Before she could say anything else, I hung up

My phone rang again.

looked

Trent from

"Mr.Sinclair!"

voice was filled

"Yes, Trent?"

a problem here

to break into

office to steal information

"What?"

your assistant when she tried to

"Shit! Is Penny alright?"

found her passed out.Ryan has taken her to the hospital.She probably

I frowned.

that woman? I hope the cops are questioning

cops.’ "Why

I snapped.

fuck is wrong with my staff? "Because,

Sinclair, she said..."

he trailed off.

did she

I gritted my teeth.

and grabbing my blazer, I quickly called the

Mr.Blake Andrews

I snapped.

Sir.That's why I haven't told

I tell your father,

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

sitting quietly in the waiting

because she probably knows

frowned and hung

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

It was Blake.

I picked up.

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