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.

find a woman with raven black hair smiling at me.She was dressed professionally

me to collect the shipment

you, Caroline.I'm Penny Woods,

for me to follow

I should ask her about

probably just laugh

seeing as she was guiding me, maybe I

opened and we started walking

of stairs going downwards

rang and she gave me

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

stairs to come across two office

and the other

hell!? I looked back at Penny for help but

breath, I turned to the door which

Mr.Wilson's office.

had a swipe card lock right next to

be an

why it was

thinking twice, I pushed the door open and

computer

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

"Hey!"

a loud shout from behind

found Penny at the top of the stairs, watching me

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

stairs but her foot twisted on the middle step and

God,’ I

in her direction, I stooped down

"Are you okay, Penny?"

pull my handkerchief out, a guy came

"Step away from her.Now!"

away as he dangerously advanced in our direction

up to us and

take her to

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?

was here

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

sweaty palms made a squeaky noise as I pulled

I was only sweating because

‘Sweaty Palms' was

my stockings and

opened and the guy from before, whose name

wants to see

my anxiety was

out of the waiting room, down the corridor and towards

for me

breath, I knocked on

deep voice rang in

Help me, God.

and took a discreet step inside

could feel his eyes

he was a fairly

lifted my gaze up, only to lock my eyes with his deep blue

and light

a deep

He was

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

and he crossed his arms over his chest,

six pack....or maybe an eight

me, I'd be on

here to steal

eyes scanned me for a

a

he didn't know my

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

chairs and watched him across the desk, sitting on

was something about him, maybe his aura, that intimidated

mouth to speak

got a call from Mr.Andrews telling me that I

paused to make sure that I had

watching me discreetly, then nodded for

of some disturbance, I heard that I had

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

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

when Penny thought I was a thief

seemed to be processing this and probably