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

has sent me to collect the shipment

Caroline.I'm

me to

if I should ask

probably just laugh in my

guiding me, maybe I wouldn't need

we

long flight of stairs going downwards were in front

phone rang and she gave me

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

down the stairs

and the

at Penny for

a deep breath, I turned to the door which

Mr.Wilson's office.

had a swipe card lock

be an important

wondered why it was

the door open

computer screens and

supposed to fish out the correct bunch of files, now am I? Wrong

"Hey!"

heard a loud shout from behind

walked out of the room and found Penny at the top of the

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

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

my God,’

direction, I stooped down

"Are you okay, Penny?"

pull my handkerchief out,

"Step away from her.Now!"

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

to us and

take her to

care of her'? And what did I even do? Thankfully, ‘take care of her’ only meant ‘make

thought I was here

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

a squeaky noise as

only sweating because I was

just say that ‘Sweaty Palms' was

wiped them on my stockings and

the guy from before, whose name

to

my anxiety was back

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

me

breath, I knocked on the

a deep voice rang in my

Help me, God.

a discreet step

feel his eyes

he was a

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

a sharp jawline and light stubble that gave him a

was a

He was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

crossed his arms over his chest, flexing in the

maybe an eight pack under that business

to smack me, I'd be on the

come here to steal

eyes scanned me for

a

he didn't know my

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

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

was something about him, maybe his aura, that intimidated

somehow opened my mouth to

got a call from Mr.Andrews telling me that I had to collect

make sure that I had his

discreetly, then

of some disturbance, I heard that I had to

your assistant Penny left me to take a phone call, I

each other's.’ Recognition

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

to be processing this and probably