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.

smiling at me.She was dressed professionally so I assumed that she

sent me to

Caroline.I'm Penny

motioned for me to

I should ask her about

laugh in my

was guiding me, maybe I wouldn't

and we

long flight of stairs going

and she gave me an

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

and climbed down the stairs to

Mr.Wilson and the

looked back at Penny for help

go? Taking in a deep breath, I turned to the door which was slightly

Mr.Wilson's office.

swipe card

be an important

it

pushed the door open and

of computer screens and

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

"Hey!"

heard a loud shout

found Penny at the top of the stairs, watching

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

down the stairs but her foot twisted on the middle step and she

God,’

direction, I stooped down

"Are you okay, Penny?"

and before I could pull my handkerchief out, a guy came running down

"Step away from her.Now!"

me? I found myself stepping away as he dangerously

came up to us and spoke to the

take her

care 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

here

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

sweaty palms made a squeaky noise as I pulled my hand

wished I was only sweating because I

just say that ‘Sweaty Palms'

stockings

opened and the guy from before,

wants to

anxiety was back

waiting room, down the corridor and towards the double doors at

for me to

out a breath, I knocked on the

a deep voice

Help me, God.

a discreet step inside the room, keeping my

his eyes

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

up, only to lock my eyes with his deep blue

sharp jawline and light stubble that

was a

He was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

frown wore off and he crossed his

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

smack me, I'd be on the floor,

to steal anything,’ I

me for a

a

paused, realizing he didn't

"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

his aura, that intimidated me and left me

I somehow opened my mouth to speak

call from Mr.Andrews telling me that I had to

sure that I had

then

of some disturbance, I heard

thought I'd figure it out but when your assistant Penny left me to take a phone call, I was confused

and Mr.Winson since their offices are right across each other's.’ Recognition flashed across his

Mr.Wilson's door ajar, I went inside the room.That's when Penny thought I was a thief and started running down the stairs, twisted

to be processing this and probably