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.

hair smiling at me.She was dressed professionally so I assumed that

Caroline Stewart.Mr.Andrews has sent me to

you, Caroline.I'm Penny Woods,

to

I should ask

probably just laugh in

me, maybe I

and we started walking

turned a corner and a long flight of stairs going downwards

rang and she gave me an

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

down the stairs

said Mr.Wilson and the other

looked back at Penny for

a deep breath, I turned to

Mr.Wilson's office.

a swipe card

be an

it

thinking twice, I pushed the door open and

of computer screens

not magically supposed to fish out the correct

"Hey!"

loud shout from

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

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

foot twisted on the middle step and

my God,’ I

direction, I stooped down next to

"Are you okay, Penny?"

before I could pull my handkerchief out, a guy

"Step away from her.Now!"

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

came up to us and spoke to

her

by, ‘I'll take care of her'? And what did I even do?

thought I was here to steal something

Mr.Andrews sent me? I looked down at my hand resting on

squeaky noise as I

I was only sweating because I was

say that ‘Sweaty Palms' was my official

them on my stockings and

and the guy from before, whose name I

to

anxiety was back

got up and followed him out of the waiting room, down the

me to

out a breath, I knocked

in, a deep voice rang in my

Help me, God.

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

could feel his eyes

I could judge out of my peripheral vision, he was

my gaze up, only to lock my

light stubble that gave him a five o'clock

a

was

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

off and he crossed his arms over his chest, flexing

a six pack....or maybe an

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

to steal anything,’

me

have a seat,

he didn't

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

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

him, maybe his aura, that

somehow opened my mouth to

Mr.Andrews telling me that I had to collect files from

make sure

watching me discreetly, then

some disturbance, I heard that I had

your assistant Penny left me to take a phone call,

across each other's.’ Recognition

Penny thought I was a thief and started running down the

to be processing this and probably looking