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.

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

sent me to

Caroline.I'm

to

thinking if I should ask

laugh in

seeing as she was guiding me,

opened and we started walking

corner and a long flight of stairs going downwards were in

she gave me an apologetic

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

and climbed down the stairs to come across two office

Mr.Wilson and

I looked back at Penny for

in a deep breath, I

Mr.Wilson's office.

had a swipe card lock right next

an

it

thinking twice, I pushed the door open

of computer screens

not magically supposed to fish out the correct bunch of

"Hey!"

heard a loud shout from behind

out of the room and found Penny at the top of the stairs, watching me

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

stairs but her foot twisted on the middle step and she

God,’

direction, I stooped down next to

"Are you okay, Penny?"

pull my handkerchief out, a

"Step away from her.Now!"

myself stepping away as he dangerously advanced in our direction and bent down to pick up

came up to us

take her to

And what did I even do? Thankfully, ‘take care of her’ only

was here

sent me? I looked down at my hand resting on the

palms made a squeaky noise as I

only sweating because I was

that ‘Sweaty Palms'

I wiped them on my stockings and looked up

from before, whose name I

wants to see

my anxiety

and followed him out of the waiting room, down the corridor and towards

motioned for me

I knocked on the

a deep voice rang in my

Help me, God.

double doors open and took a discreet step inside the room,

feel his eyes

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

my gaze up, only to lock my

a sharp jawline and light stubble that gave

was a deep brown

He was

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

his arms over his chest, flexing in

could easily picture a six pack....or maybe an eight pack under that

he sornehow decided to smack me, I'd be on the floor,

didn't come here to steal anything,’ I

eyes scanned me

a

paused, realizing he didn't know

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

chairs and watched him across the desk, sitting on his huge leather

aura,

mouth to speak

from Mr.Andrews telling me that I had to collect files from your

to make sure

then nodded for me to

some disturbance, I heard

it out but when your assistant Penny left me to take a phone call,

their offices are right across each other's.’ Recognition flashed across his features and a

room.That's when Penny thought I was a thief and

processing this and probably looking for the hint of