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.

black hair smiling at me.She

me to collect

meet you, Caroline.I'm Penny Woods, Mr.Sinclair's

motioned for me to follow her

I should ask

probably just laugh in my

she was guiding me, maybe I wouldn't need to

we

and a long flight of stairs going downwards were in front of

rang and she gave me an

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

climbed down the stairs to come across two office

and the

at Penny for help

Taking in a deep breath, I turned

Mr.Wilson's office.

a swipe card lock right next to

an

it

thinking twice, I pushed the door

of computer screens and

the correct bunch of files, now am I?

"Hey!"

heard a loud

found Penny at the top of the

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

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

God,’ I

I stooped down next

"Are you okay, Penny?"

forehead was bleeding and before I could pull my handkerchief out, a

"Step away from her.Now!"

found myself stepping away as he dangerously advanced in our direction

us and

take her to the

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 dies of boredom: And the more I thought about it, the more

I was here to steal

looked down at my hand resting

made a squeaky noise as I pulled my hand

only sweating

just say that ‘Sweaty Palms' was

my stockings and

from before, whose name I learnt was Trent,

to

my anxiety

I got up and followed him out of the waiting room,

me

breath, I knocked on

a deep voice rang in

Help me, God.

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

his eyes on

judge out of my peripheral vision, he was a fairly tall man, muscular, and apparently really mad at

lifted my gaze up, only to lock

jawline and light stubble that gave him a five

hair was a deep

was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

he crossed his arms over his chest, flexing in the

six pack....or maybe

he sornehow decided to smack me, I'd be on the floor, passed out

here to steal

me for

a seat,

realizing he didn't know

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

and watched him across the desk, sitting on his

his aura, that intimidated me

my mouth to speak and hoped

Mr.Andrews telling me that I had to collect files from your

sure that

watching me discreetly, then nodded for me to

of some disturbance, I heard

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

other's.’ Recognition flashed across his features

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

and probably looking for the hint of