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.

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

me

to meet you, Caroline.I'm

to follow her towards

if I should ask her

probably just laugh

as she was guiding me, maybe I wouldn't need

we started walking

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

phone rang and she gave me an apologetic

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

the stairs to come across

Mr.Wilson and

hell!? I looked back at Penny

a deep breath, I turned

Mr.Wilson's office.

a swipe card lock right next

be an

it was left

pushed the

of computer screens and

to fish out the correct bunch of

"Hey!"

loud shout from

of the room and found Penny at

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

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

my God,’

over in her direction, I stooped

"Are you okay, Penny?"

was 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

up to us and spoke to

take her to

"I'll take care of her: My heart 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

was here

me? I looked down at my hand

sweaty palms made a squeaky noise as I

wished I was only sweating because

let's just say that ‘Sweaty Palms' was

my stockings and looked up

opened and the guy from before,

to

anxiety

waiting room, down the corridor and towards the double

me to go

a breath, I knocked

a deep voice rang in my

Help me, God.

a discreet step inside the room, keeping my gaze fixed

his eyes

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

lifted my gaze up, only to lock my

sharp jawline and light

was a deep brown

He was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

he crossed his arms over

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

sornehow decided to smack me, I'd be on the

to steal anything,’

me

have a

realizing he didn't

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

watched him across the desk, sitting on

his aura, that intimidated me and left

to speak and

that I had to collect files from

make sure that

discreetly, then

heard that

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

each other's.’ Recognition flashed

was a thief and started running down the stairs, twisted her

processing this and probably looking for the hint of