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.

raven black hair smiling at me.She was dressed professionally so I assumed that she worked here."I returned

Caroline Stewart.Mr.Andrews has sent me to collect

meet you, Caroline.I'm Penny

for me to follow

kept thinking if I should ask her about

laugh in my

me, maybe I wouldn't need to

elevators opened and we started

corner and a long flight of stairs going downwards were in front of

and she gave me

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

climbed down the stairs

Mr.Wilson and the other

Penny for help but she wasn't

in a deep breath, I turned

Mr.Wilson's office.

a swipe card

an important

why it was

twice, I pushed the door open

computer screens

fish out the correct bunch of files, now am

"Hey!"

a loud shout from

room and found Penny at

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

but her foot twisted on the middle step and she

God,’

her direction, I stooped down next

"Are you okay, Penny?"

forehead was bleeding and before I could pull my

"Step away from her.Now!"

found myself stepping away as he dangerously advanced in our direction

us and

her to

my chest.What did he mean by, ‘I'll take 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

was here to steal

looked

squeaky noise as I pulled my hand off the leather

wished I was only

say that ‘Sweaty Palms'

my stockings and looked up at the

the guy from before, whose name I learnt was

to

anxiety was back

followed him out of the waiting room, down the

for me to go

a breath, I knocked on the

deep voice rang in

Help me, God.

a discreet step inside the room, keeping my gaze fixed on

his eyes

my peripheral vision, he was a fairly tall man, muscular, and apparently really mad at

my gaze up, only to lock my eyes with his deep blue

face had a sharp jawline and light stubble that gave him a

a deep

He was

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

his arms over his chest,

a six pack....or maybe

be on the floor, passed

come here to

scanned me for a

have a seat,

paused, realizing he didn't

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

myself on one of the chairs and watched him across the

maybe his aura, that intimidated me and left me

mouth to speak and hoped that I wouldn't

me that I had to collect files

to make sure that I had

was watching me discreetly, then nodded

disturbance, I heard that I

but when your assistant Penny left me to take a phone call, I was confused between

offices are right across each other's.’ Recognition flashed across

thought I was a thief and started running down the stairs, twisted her

probably looking for the