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.

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

sent me to

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

for me to follow

thinking if I should

just laugh

she was guiding me, maybe I wouldn't need

elevators opened and we started walking down

and a long flight of stairs going

rang and she gave

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

smiled and climbed down the stairs to come

said Mr.Wilson and the other

at Penny

deep breath, I turned to the door which was

Mr.Wilson's office.

had a swipe card lock right next to

an

it

I pushed the door open and walked

of computer screens

not magically supposed to fish out the correct bunch of files, now am I?

"Hey!"

loud shout from

found Penny at the top

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

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

my God,’

I stooped down next

"Are you okay, Penny?"

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

"Step away from her.Now!"

talking to me? I found myself stepping away as he dangerously advanced in our direction and bent

up to us and spoke

take her to the

looked at me, "I'll take 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

here to steal

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

squeaky noise as I pulled my

only sweating because

let's just say that ‘Sweaty Palms'

stockings and looked

door opened and the guy from before,

wants to see

my anxiety

waiting room, down the corridor and towards the double doors

for me to

out a breath, I knocked on the

a deep voice rang in

Help me, God.

open and took a discreet step inside

could feel his eyes on

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

my gaze up, only to lock

had a sharp jawline and light stubble that gave him a

was a deep

was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

off and he crossed his arms over his chest, flexing in the

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

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

come here to steal

me for

have a seat,

he didn't

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

chairs and watched him across the desk, sitting

was something about him, maybe his aura, that intimidated

somehow opened my mouth to speak and

from Mr.Andrews telling me that I

make sure

was watching me discreetly, then nodded

of some disturbance, I heard that I had

Penny left me to take a phone call,

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

when Penny thought I was a thief and started

be processing this and probably looking for