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.

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

me to collect the shipment

to meet you, Caroline.I'm Penny Woods,

to

I should

laugh in my

me, maybe I

opened and we started walking down a

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

phone rang and she gave me

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

smiled and climbed down the stairs

and

hell!? I looked back at Penny for help

a deep breath,

Mr.Wilson's office.

card lock right next to

an important

wondered why it was left

I pushed the

computer screens

correct

"Hey!"

heard a loud shout

and found Penny at the top of the stairs, watching me in

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

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

my God,’ I

direction, I stooped

"Are you okay, Penny?"

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

"Step away from her.Now!"

talking to me? I found myself stepping away as he dangerously

us and

take her to

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

here

sent me? I looked down

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

wished I was only sweating because

Palms' was my

I wiped them on my stockings

and the guy from before, whose

to see

my anxiety was

waiting room, down the corridor and towards

me

breath, I knocked on the

voice rang

Help me, God.

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

his

could judge out of my peripheral vision, he was a

only to lock my eyes with

jawline and light stubble

a deep brown

was

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

and he crossed his arms over his chest, flexing

a six pack....or maybe an eight

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

come here to

eyes scanned me for

have a seat,

paused, realizing he didn't know my

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

one of the chairs and watched

his aura, that intimidated

opened my mouth to speak and hoped that I

a call from Mr.Andrews telling me that I had

sure that I

watching me discreetly, then nodded for

some disturbance, I heard

but when your assistant Penny left me to take a phone call, I was confused between

are right across each other's.’ Recognition flashed across

I was a thief and started

probably looking