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.

black hair smiling at me.She was dressed professionally so I assumed that she worked here."I

me to collect

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

for me to follow her

thinking if I should

just laugh in

as she was guiding me, maybe

opened and we started walking

of stairs going downwards were in front of

rang and she

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

down the stairs to come across two office

said Mr.Wilson and

Penny

deep breath, I turned

Mr.Wilson's office.

swipe card lock right next

an important

why it was left

I pushed the

computer screens

the correct bunch of files, now am I?

"Hey!"

heard a loud

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

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

but her foot twisted on the middle step and she

God,’

her direction, I stooped down next

"Are you okay, Penny?"

and before I could pull my handkerchief out, a guy came running down the

"Step away from her.Now!"

me? I found myself stepping away as he dangerously advanced in our direction and bent down to pick up

us and spoke to

her to

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

thought I was here

Mr.Andrews sent me? I looked

noise as I pulled my hand off

wished I was only sweating because I was

that ‘Sweaty Palms' was

my stockings

the guy from before, whose name I learnt

to see

my anxiety was back

waiting room, down the corridor and towards

motioned for me

a breath, I knocked on

a deep voice

Help me, God.

discreet step inside the

feel his

of my peripheral vision, he was a fairly tall man, muscular,

my gaze up, only to lock my eyes with his

light stubble

a deep

was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

off and he crossed his arms over his chest, flexing

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

decided to smack me, I'd be on the floor, passed out in

come here to

eyes scanned me for a

a

he didn't

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

on one of the chairs and watched him across the desk, sitting on

his aura, that intimidated me and left me

my mouth to speak

call from Mr.Andrews telling me that

sure

was watching me discreetly, then nodded

heard that I had

left me to take a

each other's.’ Recognition

when Penny thought I was a thief and started running down the

to be processing this and probably looking for the hint of a