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.

find a woman with raven black hair smiling at me.She was dressed professionally so I assumed that she worked

Caroline Stewart.Mr.Andrews has sent me to collect the

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

for me to

if I should ask

probably just laugh

seeing as she was guiding me, maybe I wouldn't need

we started walking down a

a corner and a long flight of stairs going

she

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

climbed down the stairs to come

and the other

Penny for help

breath, I turned to the door

Mr.Wilson's office.

a swipe card lock right next to

an

it was

thinking twice, I pushed the door

computer screens and

supposed to fish out the correct bunch of files, now am

"Hey!"

loud

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

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

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

my God,’ I

her direction, I stooped

"Are you okay, Penny?"

before I could pull my handkerchief out, a guy

"Step away from her.Now!"

to me? I found myself stepping away as he dangerously advanced in our

us and

her to

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

here to

sent me? I looked down at my hand

made a squeaky noise as I pulled

I was only sweating because I was

say that ‘Sweaty Palms' was my

wiped them on my stockings

before, whose name I

to see

anxiety

the waiting room, down

motioned for me to go

I knocked on

deep voice rang

Help me, God.

step inside the room, keeping my gaze

feel his eyes on

I could judge out of my peripheral vision, he was a fairly tall man,

up, only to lock my eyes

a sharp jawline and light stubble that gave him a

was a deep brown

was

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

and he crossed his arms over his chest, flexing in

pack....or maybe an eight pack under

decided to smack me, I'd be on the

didn't come here to steal

me

have a

realizing he didn't

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

chairs and watched him across the desk, sitting on his

maybe his aura, that intimidated me

somehow opened my mouth to speak and hoped that I

got a call from Mr.Andrews telling me that

to make sure that

watching me discreetly, then

of some disturbance, I heard that

thought I'd figure it out but when your assistant Penny left me to take a phone call,

each other's.’ Recognition flashed across his features and

found Mr.Wilson's door ajar, I went inside the room.That's when Penny thought I was a thief

be processing this and probably looking for