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.

at me.She was dressed

me to collect the

you, Caroline.I'm Penny

for me to follow her towards the

kept thinking if I should ask her about

just laugh

she was guiding me, maybe I wouldn't need

elevators opened and we started

of stairs

and she gave me

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

stairs

Mr.Wilson and

looked back at Penny for

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

Mr.Wilson's office.

a swipe card lock right

be an

it

the door open

computer

to fish out the correct bunch of files, now am I? Wrong

"Hey!"

loud

of the room and found Penny

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

she ran down the stairs but her foot twisted on

God,’

direction, I stooped down

"Are you okay, Penny?"

pull my handkerchief out, a guy

"Step away from her.Now!"

as he dangerously advanced

us and spoke to

her to the

‘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 of boredom: And the more I thought about it, the more it started making

I was here to

me? I looked

squeaky noise as I pulled

wished I was only sweating because I was

just say that ‘Sweaty Palms'

stockings and

the guy from before, whose

to

my anxiety was

out of the waiting room,

for me to go

out a breath, I knocked

a deep voice rang

Help me, God.

discreet step inside

his eyes

my peripheral vision, he was a

gaze up, only to lock my eyes

jawline and light stubble that gave

was a deep brown

was

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

frown wore off and he crossed his arms

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

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

come here to steal

eyes scanned me for a

have a seat,

he

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

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

something about him, maybe his aura, that intimidated

opened my mouth to speak

got a call from Mr.Andrews telling me that

paused to make sure that I had

then nodded for me

disturbance, I heard that I had

assistant Penny left me to take

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

inside the room.That's when Penny thought I was a thief and started running down the stairs, twisted her foot and

seemed to be processing this and probably