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

me

you, Caroline.I'm

motioned for me to

thinking if I should ask

laugh

guiding me, maybe I wouldn't need to

elevators opened and we started

a corner and a long flight of stairs going

she gave me an apologetic

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

down the stairs to

said Mr.Wilson and the other

Penny for help but she wasn't

did she go? Taking in a deep breath, I turned to the door which

Mr.Wilson's office.

a swipe card lock

be an important

wondered why it

twice, I pushed the door open and walked

computer screens and

supposed to fish out the correct bunch of

"Hey!"

loud shout from behind

I walked out of the room and found Penny at the top of the

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

foot twisted on the middle step and she tumbled down the other

my God,’ I

in her direction, I stooped down next to

"Are you okay, Penny?"

was bleeding and before I could pull my handkerchief

"Step away from her.Now!"

to me? I found myself stepping away as he dangerously advanced in our direction

came up to us and spoke to

her to the

by, ‘I'll take care of her'? And what did I even

here to steal something

them that Mr.Andrews sent me? I looked down at

squeaky noise as I pulled my hand off the

was only sweating because I

just say that ‘Sweaty Palms'

stockings and looked up at the

opened and the guy from before, whose

wants to

my anxiety

out of the waiting room, down the corridor

for me to go

out a breath, I knocked

voice rang in my

Help me, God.

the double doors open and took a discreet step inside the

his

my peripheral vision, he was a fairly tall

my gaze up, only to lock my

face had a sharp jawline and light stubble that gave him a five o'clock

hair was a deep brown

was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

and he crossed his

picture a six pack....or maybe

decided to smack me, I'd be on

here to steal anything,’

me for a

have a seat,

paused, realizing he didn't

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

seated myself on one of the chairs and watched him across the desk, sitting on his huge leather

his aura, that intimidated me

mouth to speak and

call from Mr.Andrews telling me that I had to

sure that I

me discreetly, then nodded for me

I heard that I had to

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

offices are right across each other's.’ Recognition flashed across his features and a slight frown formed on

thought I was a thief and

probably looking