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.

raven black hair smiling at me.She was

me to collect the

you, Caroline.I'm

for me to follow

I should ask

probably just laugh

me, maybe I

elevators opened and we started walking down a

flight of stairs going

phone rang and she gave

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

stairs to

Mr.Wilson and the other

Penny for help but

deep breath, I turned

Mr.Wilson's office.

swipe card lock right next

be an

why it was left

twice, I pushed the

computer screens and

the correct bunch of files, now am I? Wrong

"Hey!"

a loud shout

I walked out of the room and found Penny at the top of the stairs,

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

she ran down the stairs but her foot twisted on

my God,’ I

her direction, I

"Are you okay, Penny?"

my handkerchief out, a guy came running down

"Step away from her.Now!"

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

up to us and spoke to

take her

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

thought I was here to steal something

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

made a squeaky noise as

only sweating because I was

just say that ‘Sweaty Palms' was my official high school

my stockings and looked up

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

wants to see

my anxiety was

room, down

motioned for me

I knocked

in, a deep voice rang in

Help me, God.

took a discreet step inside

could feel his eyes

he was a fairly tall man,

lifted my gaze up, only to lock my eyes

a sharp jawline and light stubble that gave him a five o'clock

hair was a deep

was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

wore off and he crossed his arms

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

me, I'd be on the floor, passed out in

to steal anything,’

eyes scanned me for

a

realizing he didn't know my

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

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

was something about him, maybe his aura, that intimidated

mouth to speak and hoped

that I had to collect files from your

make sure that I

me discreetly, then nodded for me

disturbance, I heard that I had

it out but when your assistant Penny left me to take a phone call, I was confused between

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

Penny thought I was a thief and started running down the

be processing this and probably looking for the