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

sent me to

you, Caroline.I'm Penny Woods,

for me to follow her towards

kept thinking if I should ask her

laugh in my

she was guiding me, maybe

we started

a long flight of stairs

and she

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

smiled and climbed down the stairs to come across

and

the hell!? I looked back at Penny for help

breath, I turned

Mr.Wilson's office.

a swipe card lock

an important

it was

I pushed the

of computer screens

the correct bunch of files, now

"Hey!"

heard a loud shout

the room and found Penny

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

but her foot twisted on the

my God,’

over in her direction, I stooped down next to

"Are you okay, Penny?"

I could pull my handkerchief out, a guy

"Step away from her.Now!"

he dangerously advanced in our direction and bent down to pick up

to us and

take her to the

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

thought I was here

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

palms made a squeaky noise as I pulled my

I was only sweating because I

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

stockings and looked up

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

to

anxiety was back

of the waiting room, down the corridor and towards the double doors at

me to go

I

a deep voice rang in

Help me, God.

discreet step inside the room, keeping my gaze fixed

feel his eyes

was

lifted my gaze up, only to

jawline and light stubble that gave

a

He was

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

frown wore off and he crossed his

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

to smack me, I'd be on the floor,

to steal anything,’ I

me for a

a seat,

realizing he

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

on one of the chairs and watched him

aura, that intimidated me

to speak and hoped that I wouldn't

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

sure that I

discreetly, then nodded for

some disturbance, I heard that I had to

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

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

thought I was a thief and started running down the stairs, twisted her foot and

be processing this and probably looking for the