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.

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

Stewart.Mr.Andrews has sent me to collect the

meet you, Caroline.I'm

for me to follow her towards the

kept thinking if I

just laugh in

seeing as she was guiding me, maybe I

we started walking down

turned a corner and a long flight of stairs going downwards were in

and she gave me an apologetic

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

stairs to come across

and the other

at Penny for help but she wasn't

a deep breath, I turned

Mr.Wilson's office.

swipe card lock right next

be an important

wondered why it

I pushed the

computer screens

magically supposed to fish out the correct bunch

"Hey!"

a loud shout from

the room and found Penny at

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

she ran down the stairs but her foot twisted

God,’ I

in her direction, I stooped

"Are you okay, Penny?"

my handkerchief out, a guy came running down the

"Step away from her.Now!"

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

up to us and spoke to the first

her

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 it, the

here to steal

I looked down at my hand resting on the

as I pulled my hand

wished I was only sweating because

that ‘Sweaty Palms'

stockings

from before, whose name I

wants to see

my anxiety was

up and followed him out of the waiting room, down the

for me

breath, I

a deep voice rang in

Help me, God.

step inside the room, keeping my gaze fixed on the

could feel his eyes on

of my peripheral vision, he was a fairly

to

had a sharp jawline and light

hair was a deep

He was

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

crossed his arms over his chest, flexing in the

pack....or maybe an eight pack

be on the floor, passed

here to

eyes scanned me for

have a seat,

paused, realizing he didn't know

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

and watched him across the desk, sitting on

maybe his aura, that

mouth to speak and hoped that I

that I had to collect files from your

make sure that

watching me discreetly, then nodded for

I heard that I

when your assistant Penny left

across each other's.’ Recognition flashed across his features and a slight frown

was a thief and started running down

and probably looking for