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.

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

Stewart.Mr.Andrews has sent me to collect the

you, Caroline.I'm Penny Woods,

motioned for me to follow her towards the

I should

probably just laugh in

as she was guiding me, maybe I wouldn't

and we

a long flight of stairs going

phone rang and she gave

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

climbed down the stairs to come

said Mr.Wilson and the

the hell!? I looked back at Penny for help but she wasn't there

did she go? Taking in a deep breath, I

Mr.Wilson's office.

had a swipe card lock right next

be an important

it was

thinking twice, I pushed the door open and walked

of computer

fish out the correct bunch of files, now am

"Hey!"

a loud shout from

out of the room and found Penny

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

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

my God,’ I

in her direction, I stooped

"Are you okay, Penny?"

bleeding and before I could pull my handkerchief out, a guy came

"Step away from her.Now!"

away as he dangerously advanced

us and spoke to the

her to

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

thought I was here to steal

I tell them that Mr.Andrews sent me? I looked

a squeaky noise as I pulled

only sweating because I

Palms' was my official

stockings and looked up

before, whose name

to see

anxiety was

out of the waiting room, down

me to

a breath, I

deep voice rang

Help me, God.

a discreet step

could feel his

vision, he was a fairly tall man, muscular, and

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

and light

hair was a deep

was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

wore off and he crossed his arms

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

decided to smack me, I'd be on

come here to steal

eyes scanned me

have a

realizing he didn't

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

chairs and watched

his aura, that intimidated me and left

my mouth to speak and hoped

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

make sure that I had

was watching me discreetly, then nodded for

of some disturbance, I heard that I had

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

Recognition flashed across his features and a slight frown formed on his

when I found Mr.Wilson's 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

this and probably looking for the hint of a