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.

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

Stewart.Mr.Andrews has sent me to collect

Caroline.I'm Penny

for me to follow her towards

kept thinking if I should

probably just laugh in my

guiding me, maybe I wouldn't need

opened and we started walking down a

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

she gave me an apologetic

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

down the stairs to come across

Mr.Wilson and the

the hell!? I looked back at Penny for help but she wasn't

a deep breath, I turned to the door which

Mr.Wilson's office.

card lock right next

an

why it was left

pushed the

computer screens

the correct bunch of files,

"Hey!"

a loud shout from

the room and found Penny at the top of the

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

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

God,’

in her direction, I stooped down next to

"Are you okay, Penny?"

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

"Step away from her.Now!"

talking to me? I found myself stepping away as he

to us and

take her

‘I'll take care of her'? And what did I even do? Thankfully, ‘take care of her’ only meant ‘make her sit

was here to steal something

that Mr.Andrews sent me? I looked down

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

only sweating because

just say that ‘Sweaty Palms'

my stockings and looked

from before,

wants to

anxiety was

waiting room, down the corridor

me

breath, I knocked on

a deep voice rang

Help me, God.

a discreet step inside the room, keeping my

his eyes

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

lifted my gaze up, only to lock my eyes

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

hair was a deep

He was

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

he crossed his

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

me, I'd be on the

here to steal anything,’ I

eyes scanned me for

a seat,

he didn't know my

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

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

him, maybe his aura, that intimidated me and

mouth to speak

got a call from Mr.Andrews telling me that

paused to make sure

watching me discreetly, then nodded

of some disturbance, I heard

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

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

when Penny thought I was a thief and started

and probably looking for the hint of