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.

a woman with raven black hair smiling at me.She was dressed professionally so I

me

meet you, Caroline.I'm Penny Woods,

motioned for me to follow her towards the

kept thinking if I should ask her

probably just laugh

me, maybe I wouldn't need

we

flight of stairs

and she gave me an

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

and climbed down the stairs to

and

back at Penny for

deep breath, I turned to

Mr.Wilson's office.

a swipe card lock

an

why it was

thinking twice, I pushed the door open

computer screens

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

"Hey!"

heard a loud

and found Penny at the top of the stairs, watching me

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

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

my God,’

over in her direction, I stooped down next to

"Are you okay, Penny?"

could pull my handkerchief out,

"Step away from her.Now!"

stepping away as he dangerously advanced in our direction

guy came up to us and spoke

take her

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 started

thought I was here to steal

I looked down at my

palms made a squeaky noise as I pulled my hand

I was only sweating because I was

just say that ‘Sweaty Palms' was my official high

I wiped them on my stockings and looked up at the

and the guy from before, whose name

wants to

anxiety

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

me to

out a breath, I knocked on the

a deep voice rang in

Help me, God.

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

feel his eyes

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

only to lock my eyes with his

sharp jawline and light stubble that

a deep brown

was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

he crossed his arms over his

maybe an eight pack under that

I'd be on the floor, passed out in

to

eyes scanned me

have a seat,

paused, realizing 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 on his huge leather

about him, maybe his aura, that

to speak and

got a call from Mr.Andrews telling me that I

paused to make sure that I had his

watching me discreetly, then nodded for me

of some disturbance, I heard that I had

left me to take a

are right across each other's.’ Recognition flashed across

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

to be processing this and probably looking for the hint of