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.

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

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

Caroline.I'm Penny Woods,

motioned for me to

kept thinking if I should ask

probably just laugh in

me, maybe I wouldn't

we started walking down a

a corner and a long flight of

phone rang and she gave me an

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

climbed down the stairs

and the other

I looked back at Penny for

a deep breath, I turned to the door

Mr.Wilson's office.

had a swipe card lock

an

why it was

the door open

of computer screens

out the correct bunch of files, now am I? Wrong room

"Hey!"

a loud shout from behind

room and found Penny

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

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

God,’ I

her direction, I stooped down next to

"Are you okay, Penny?"

could pull my handkerchief out,

"Step away from her.Now!"

me? I found myself stepping away as he dangerously

to us and spoke

her to

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

thought I was here

Mr.Andrews sent me? I looked down at my hand resting on

palms made a squeaky noise as I pulled my hand

was only sweating because

‘Sweaty Palms' was my official high

stockings and

the guy from before,

to

my anxiety

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

for me to

a breath, I knocked

in, a deep voice rang

Help me, God.

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

his eyes

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

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

jawline and light stubble that gave

a deep brown

was

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

and he crossed his arms over his chest, flexing in

pack....or maybe

I'd be on

didn't come here to steal

eyes scanned me for

a

realizing he didn't know my

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

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

was something about him, maybe his aura, that intimidated me and

mouth to speak and hoped that

that I had

sure that I had

watching me discreetly, then nodded for me to

some disturbance, I heard

Penny left me to take a phone call,

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

was a thief and started running down the stairs, twisted her foot and fell.That's

be processing this and probably looking for the