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.

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

has sent me to collect

Caroline.I'm

for me to follow her towards the

I should ask her

probably just laugh in my

was guiding me,

we started

flight of stairs going

rang and she gave me an apologetic

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

stairs to come across

Mr.Wilson and the

looked back at Penny for help but she wasn't there

did she go? Taking in a deep breath, I turned

Mr.Wilson's office.

a swipe card lock

be an important

it

thinking twice, I pushed the door open and

computer

out the correct bunch of files, now am I?

"Hey!"

heard a loud shout from behind

I walked out of the room and found Penny at the top

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

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

God,’

direction, I stooped

"Are you okay, Penny?"

before I could pull my handkerchief out,

"Step away from her.Now!"

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

guy came up to us and spoke to the first

her

looked at 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 about it, the

was here to steal something

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

squeaky noise as I

was only sweating because I was

say that ‘Sweaty Palms' was my official high school

them on my stockings and looked up at the

the guy from before, whose name I learnt

wants to see

anxiety

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

motioned for me to

out a breath, I knocked on the

a deep voice rang in

Help me, God.

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

feel his eyes on

my peripheral vision, he was a fairly tall man, muscular, and apparently really mad at

gaze up, only to lock my eyes with his deep blue

and light stubble that gave him a

was a deep

He was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

his arms over

a six pack....or maybe an

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

didn't come here to

scanned me

have a seat,

realizing he didn't know

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

seated myself on one of the chairs and watched him

about him, maybe his aura, that intimidated me

mouth to speak and hoped that

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

make sure that I

me discreetly, then

of some disturbance, I heard that I had to meet

when your assistant Penny left me to take a phone call,

since their offices are right across each other's.’ Recognition flashed across his features and

found Mr.Wilson's door ajar, I went inside the room.That's when Penny thought I was a thief and started running down the stairs, twisted her foot

this and probably looking for the hint