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 assumed that she worked

has sent me to collect the shipment

Caroline.I'm Penny

me to follow her towards

thinking if I should ask her

just laugh

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

elevators opened and we started walking down

flight of

rang and she gave me an apologetic

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

smiled and climbed down the stairs to

Mr.Wilson and the other

Penny for help but she

Taking in a deep breath, I turned to

Mr.Wilson's office.

swipe card

be an

it

twice, I pushed the door open and walked

of computer screens

correct bunch of files, now am

"Hey!"

loud

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

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

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

God,’

over in her direction, I stooped down

"Are you okay, Penny?"

pull my handkerchief out, a guy

"Step away from her.Now!"

as he dangerously advanced in our

guy came up to us

her

me, "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 she dies of boredom: And the more I thought

was here

looked down at

sweaty palms made a squeaky noise as I pulled my hand

was only sweating because I was

say that ‘Sweaty Palms'

my stockings and looked up at the

door opened and the guy from before, whose name I learnt

to

anxiety was back

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

motioned for me

a breath, I knocked on the

in, a deep voice

Help me, God.

open and took a discreet step inside the

could feel his eyes on

judge out of my peripheral vision, he was a fairly tall man, muscular,

gaze up, only to lock my

jawline and light stubble that gave

was a deep brown

was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

his arms over his

picture a six pack....or maybe an

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

come here to

scanned me for a

have a seat,

realizing he

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

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

aura, that intimidated

I somehow opened my mouth to speak

call from Mr.Andrews telling me that

sure

watching me discreetly, then nodded for me

I heard that I had

I'd figure it out but when your assistant Penny left

Mr.Winson since their offices are right across each other's.’ Recognition flashed across his

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

and probably