Billionaire Nick

Caroline

"It's Laurel.It's definitely Laurel,, Rebekah, my dorm mate, suddenly spoke up from her bed.I had my class a while ago while Rebekah had just returned from her home.

Her home, which was only a fifteen-minute drive from campus.

She had only moved to a dorm because she'd wanted to experience what college was truly like.

I, on the other hand, would never understand how someone could choose some lousy campus over their loving family.

I'd always choose to live with my family.

Not like I had much of it left, but still.

"Will you at least listen to the audio, Care?"

Her gray eyes narrowed, a frown forming on her lips as she tucked a loose strand of icy blonde hair behind her ear.

"No thanks.

That dress from years ago was creepy enough: She sighed.

"Fine.Don't blame me when you have nothing to talk about at the frat party next week.’ "What frat party?"

I frowned.

"The one we're going to.’ She gave me a toothy grin.

"No! I'm not going to any party.

You just get drunk and leave me alone, which sucks because I don't talk to many people.’ "Alright, fine.’ She sighed.

"This time, I'll hook you up with someone before getting drunk."

I narrowed my eyes.

"How are you even back already? Didn't you have dinner plans with family tonight?"

I asked.

"I did.But then my cousin showed up with her toddler.And when I realized that I was expected to babysit that milk puking machine, I fled."

She shrugged.

I shook my head with a laugh.

"That's so impolite.

"Nope.Impolite would've been getting my new minion t-shirt soaked with my nephew's barf."

I grimaced.

Just then, my phone rang.

It was Blake, Rebekah's older brother.

"Mr.Andrews; I said.

Rebekah pretended to gag.

She always found it funny when I addressed her brother with respect.

It would be weird to call my employer by his first name.

"Caroline, first, I told you to call me Blake, and second, I know these are your college hours but I'm gonna have to ask for a favour: "That's okay...Blake.

What can I help you with?"

"Great! Can you go to Sinclair Enterprises to collect those shipment files I told you about yesterday?"

"Sure.There was suddenly the loud cry of a child in the background.

More like a scream with some incoherent words.

"Oh God! Shut up, you—Listen, Caroline"

I heard him speak something about meeting someone but I couldn't exactly make out the words because of the baby's cries.

It sounded something like: Meet Mr.Wee...zon.

And then, the line went dead.

Mr.Wee...zon? Guess I'll just ask someone at Sinclair Enterprises for Mr.Wee...zon and they'll send me to the person with the closest name.

Rebekah was busy watching YouTube videos when I left our dorm.

It took me an hour to get to Sinclair Enterprises by bus despite it being hardly a twenty minute drive by car.

I walked up to the receptionist in the lobby and told her that I was sent by Mr.

Blake Andrews to collect some files.

turned around to find a woman with raven black hair smiling at me.She was dressed professionally so I assumed that she worked

sent me to

you, Caroline.I'm Penny Woods, Mr.Sinclair's

to follow her

kept thinking if I should

laugh in

as she was guiding me, maybe I

opened and we started walking down a

turned a corner and a long flight of

phone rang and she

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

down the stairs

said Mr.Wilson and the other

at Penny for help

in a deep breath, I turned to the door which was

Mr.Wilson's office.

had a swipe card

an

it was left

pushed the door

of computer screens

the correct bunch of files, now am

"Hey!"

a loud

the room and found Penny at the top of the stairs,

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

stairs but her foot twisted on the middle step and she

my God,’ I

direction, I stooped down next

"Are you okay, Penny?"

pull my handkerchief out, a

"Step away from her.Now!"

found myself stepping away as he dangerously advanced in our direction and bent down

us and spoke

her to the

care of her'? And what did I even do? Thankfully, ‘take care of her’ only meant ‘make her sit in a waiting room until she dies of boredom: And the more I

was here to

I looked down at

as I pulled my hand off the leather

wished I was only sweating because I

‘Sweaty Palms' was my official high school

on my stockings

guy from before, whose

to

anxiety

him out of the waiting room, down the corridor and

me to

a breath, I knocked on

in, a deep voice rang in my

Help me, God.

took a discreet step inside the room, keeping

could feel his eyes on

out of my peripheral vision, he was a fairly tall man, muscular, and apparently really

lifted my gaze up, only to

had a sharp jawline and light stubble that

was a deep

was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

and he crossed his

picture a six pack....or maybe an eight pack under that business

me, I'd be on the floor, passed out

to

me for

have a

realizing he didn't know my

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

the chairs and watched him across the desk, sitting

was something about him, maybe his aura, that

mouth to speak and hoped

got a call from Mr.Andrews telling me that I had to collect files from

paused to make sure that I

watching me discreetly, then nodded for me to

heard

thought I'd figure it out but when your assistant Penny left me to take a phone call, I was

across each other's.’ Recognition flashed across his features

I found Mr.Wilson's door ajar, I went inside the room.That's when Penny thought I was a

probably looking for the hint of a