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.

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

Caroline Stewart.Mr.Andrews has sent me to collect

Caroline.I'm

motioned for me to follow her towards

I should ask her

laugh in

she was guiding me, maybe I wouldn't need

we started walking

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

phone rang and she gave me an

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

and climbed down the stairs to come across

Mr.Wilson and the

the hell!? I looked back at Penny for help but she

she go? Taking in a deep breath, I turned

Mr.Wilson's office.

card

an

why it was

pushed the door

of computer screens

magically supposed to fish out the correct bunch of files, now

"Hey!"

heard a loud shout from behind

I walked out of the room and found Penny at

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

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

God,’ I

over in her direction, I stooped down next to

"Are you okay, Penny?"

my handkerchief out, a guy

"Step away from her.Now!"

as he dangerously advanced in our direction and bent down

up to us and spoke to

her

of her: My heart started beating loudly in 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 of boredom: And the more I thought about it, the more it

thought I was here to steal something

me? I looked down at my

squeaky noise as

I was only sweating

let's just say that ‘Sweaty Palms' was my official high school

stockings and looked up

the guy from before, whose name I

to

my anxiety was

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

motioned for me to go

I knocked

a deep voice rang in my

Help me, God.

open and took a discreet step inside the room, keeping

his

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

my gaze up, only to lock my eyes with

jawline and light stubble

a deep brown

was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

frown wore off and he crossed his arms over his chest, flexing in

maybe an eight pack under that business

sornehow decided to smack me, I'd be on the floor, passed out in a

to

me

have a

paused, realizing he didn't know my

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

one of the chairs and watched him across

his aura,

to speak and

that I had to

sure that I

discreetly, then nodded for me to

heard that

thought I'd figure it out but when your assistant Penny left me to take

across each other's.’ Recognition flashed across his

the room.That's when Penny thought I was a thief and started running down

and probably looking for the