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.

with raven black hair smiling at me.She was dressed professionally so I assumed that

Stewart.Mr.Andrews has sent me

Caroline.I'm Penny Woods, Mr.Sinclair's

me to follow her

kept thinking if I should ask

laugh

guiding me,

opened and we started walking

a long flight of

and she gave me

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

the stairs

Mr.Wilson and

I looked back at Penny

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

Mr.Wilson's office.

swipe card lock right

an important

wondered why it

I pushed the door open and

computer screens

the correct bunch of files, now am

"Hey!"

heard a loud shout

room and found Penny at the top of the stairs,

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

she ran down the stairs but her foot twisted on the

my God,’

I stooped down

"Are you okay, Penny?"

bleeding and before I could pull my

"Step away from her.Now!"

stepping away as he dangerously advanced in our direction

up to us and spoke to

take her to

care of her'? And what did I even

here to

looked down

as I pulled my

only

that ‘Sweaty Palms' was my official high school

on my stockings and looked up at the

and the guy from before, whose

wants to

anxiety was

waiting room, down the corridor

for me to

breath, I

a deep voice rang

Help me, God.

pushed the double doors open and took a discreet step inside the room, keeping my

could feel his

my peripheral vision, he was a

my gaze up, only to lock my eyes with

face had a sharp jawline and light stubble that

a

was

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

he crossed his arms over his chest, flexing

could easily picture a six pack....or maybe an

I'd be on the floor, passed

to steal anything,’ I

me for a

have a

he didn't know

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

one of the chairs and watched him across the desk, sitting

aura, that intimidated me and left

my mouth to

Mr.Andrews telling me that I had to collect files

make sure that I

discreetly, then nodded

I heard that I

out but when your assistant Penny left me to take a

offices are right across each other's.’ Recognition flashed across his

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

probably