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

Caroline Stewart.Mr.Andrews has sent me to collect the shipment

you, Caroline.I'm

to follow her towards

thinking if I should ask her

laugh

me, maybe I wouldn't need

opened and we started walking down

a long flight of stairs going

phone rang and she gave me an apologetic

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

climbed down the stairs to come

said Mr.Wilson and the

Penny for help but she

she go? Taking in a deep breath,

Mr.Wilson's office.

a swipe card lock right next to

be an

wondered why it was

thinking twice, I pushed the door open

of computer screens and

correct bunch of files, now

"Hey!"

loud shout from behind

the room and found Penny at the top of the stairs, watching

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

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

God,’

over in her direction, I stooped down

"Are you okay, Penny?"

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

"Step away from her.Now!"

found myself stepping away as he dangerously advanced in our direction and bent down to

up to us and spoke to the first

take her to

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

here to

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

squeaky noise as I pulled

was only sweating because I was

say that ‘Sweaty Palms' was my official

on my stockings and

door opened and the guy from before, whose name I learnt was

wants to see

anxiety

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

motioned for me

I

deep voice rang

Help me, God.

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

could feel his eyes

peripheral vision, he was a fairly tall man,

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

sharp jawline and light stubble that gave him

hair was a

was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

his arms over his

picture a six pack....or maybe

be on the floor,

to steal

eyes scanned me for

a

he didn't know

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

watched him across the desk, sitting on his huge leather

something about him, maybe his aura, that

my mouth to speak and hoped

call from Mr.Andrews telling me that I had

to make sure that

me discreetly, then nodded

I heard that I had to

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

other's.’ Recognition flashed across

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

processing this and probably