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

Stewart.Mr.Andrews has sent me

meet you, Caroline.I'm

to follow her towards

I should

just laugh in my

she was guiding me, maybe I

elevators opened and we started walking down

and a long flight of stairs going downwards

phone rang and she gave me

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

and climbed down the stairs

and the other

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

did she go? Taking in a deep breath, I turned to the door which

Mr.Wilson's office.

swipe card

be an important

it was left

the door open

computer

not magically supposed to fish out the correct bunch of files,

"Hey!"

loud shout from behind

found Penny at the top of the stairs,

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

down the stairs but her foot twisted on

my God,’ I

in her direction, I

"Are you okay, Penny?"

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

"Step away from her.Now!"

he dangerously advanced in our direction and bent down to pick

up to us and spoke to the

her to the

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

thought I was here to steal

me? I looked down at my hand resting

sweaty palms made a squeaky noise as I pulled

wished I was only sweating because

just say that ‘Sweaty Palms' was my official high

stockings

from before, whose

wants to

my anxiety

followed him out of the waiting room, down the corridor and towards the double doors at the

for me

out a breath, I

deep voice rang

Help me, God.

step inside the room, keeping my gaze fixed on

his

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

my gaze up, only to

a sharp jawline and light stubble that gave him a five

hair was a deep

was

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

frown wore off and he crossed his

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

smack me, I'd be on

here to

scanned me for

have a

paused, realizing he

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

and watched him across the desk, sitting on his huge leather

about him, maybe his aura, that

my mouth to

telling me that I

to make sure

me discreetly, then

I heard that I had to

it out but when your assistant Penny left

Recognition flashed across his features and a

the room.That's when Penny thought I was a

seemed to be processing this and probably