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 assumed that she

Stewart.Mr.Andrews has sent me to collect the

you, Caroline.I'm Penny Woods,

me to

thinking if I

probably just laugh

was guiding me, maybe I

we started walking down

long flight of stairs going downwards were in front of

phone rang and she gave me

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

climbed down the stairs to come across

said Mr.Wilson and the other

I looked back at Penny for help

Taking in a deep breath, I turned to the door which was

Mr.Wilson's office.

a swipe card lock right next to

an important

it was left

pushed the

computer screens

not magically supposed to fish out the correct

"Hey!"

heard a loud

found Penny at the top of the stairs,

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

her in confusion as she ran down the stairs but her foot twisted

God,’

in her direction, I stooped down next to

"Are you okay, Penny?"

could pull my handkerchief out,

"Step away from her.Now!"

me? I found myself stepping away as he dangerously

up to us and spoke

her

take 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

I was here to steal something

looked down at

squeaky noise as I pulled

I was only

let's just say that ‘Sweaty Palms' was my official

wiped them on my stockings and looked up at

from before, whose

wants to see

my anxiety was

room, down the corridor and towards the double doors

motioned for me to go

a breath, I knocked

in, a deep voice rang

Help me, God.

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

could feel his eyes on

vision, he was a fairly tall man,

my gaze up, only to lock my

had a sharp jawline and light stubble that gave him a five

hair was a deep

He was

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

wore off and he crossed his arms over his chest, flexing

six pack....or maybe

me, I'd be on the floor, passed

to steal anything,’

eyes scanned me for

a

realizing he didn't know

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

the chairs and watched him across the desk,

him, maybe his aura, that intimidated me and

somehow opened my mouth to speak and hoped

Mr.Andrews telling me that I had to collect

sure

discreetly, then nodded for me to

of some disturbance, I heard that I had to meet

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

each other's.’ Recognition flashed across his features

I was a thief and started running down the stairs, twisted her foot and fell.That's all the

and probably looking for the hint of