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

has sent me to collect the

to meet you, Caroline.I'm Penny

for me to

thinking if I should ask her

laugh in my

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

and we started walking down a

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

she gave

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

climbed down the stairs to come across two office

Mr.Wilson and the other

hell!? I looked back at Penny

deep breath, I turned to the door

Mr.Wilson's office.

swipe card lock

be an

wondered why it

I pushed the door open and

of computer

correct

"Hey!"

a loud shout

room and found Penny

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

down the stairs but her foot twisted on the middle step and she tumbled down the other half

my God,’

her direction, I stooped down

"Are you okay, Penny?"

forehead was bleeding and before I could pull my handkerchief out, a guy came running down

"Step away from her.Now!"

stepping away as he dangerously advanced in our direction and bent down

us and spoke

take 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

was here to steal something

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

sweaty palms made a squeaky noise as I pulled my hand off the

only sweating because I was

say that ‘Sweaty Palms' was

stockings

and the guy from before,

to

anxiety

got up and followed him out of the waiting room, down the corridor and towards the double

for me to

breath, I knocked on the

voice rang in

Help me, God.

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

his eyes

I could judge out of my peripheral vision, he was

only to lock my eyes

light stubble that gave him a five o'clock

a deep

He was

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

his

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

to smack me, I'd be on the

come here to steal anything,’ I

me for

a

paused, realizing he

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

watched him across the desk,

was something about him, maybe his aura, that intimidated me and left me

my mouth to speak and hoped

from Mr.Andrews telling me that I

make sure that I had

was watching me discreetly, then

I heard that I had

assistant Penny left me to take

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

when Penny thought I was a thief and started

seemed to be processing this and probably