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

sent me to collect the

meet you, Caroline.I'm Penny

me to follow

thinking if I should ask

just laugh

was guiding me, maybe I wouldn't need to

and we started

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

phone rang and she gave

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

stairs

said Mr.Wilson and the other

back at Penny for help but she

she go? Taking in a deep breath, I turned to the door which was

Mr.Wilson's office.

swipe card lock

an

why it

twice, I pushed the door open and

of computer screens

fish out the correct bunch of files, now am I?

"Hey!"

a loud shout from

found Penny at the

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

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

God,’

her direction, I stooped down next to

"Are you okay, Penny?"

my

"Step away from her.Now!"

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

up to us and spoke

take her to

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

here to

tell them that Mr.Andrews sent me? I looked down at my

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

wished I was only sweating because

Palms'

stockings and looked up

from before, whose name I

wants to

my anxiety was back

room, down

motioned for me to

breath, I knocked

deep voice rang

Help me, God.

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

his

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

lifted my gaze up, only to lock my eyes with

sharp jawline and light stubble that gave him

hair was a deep brown

He was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

wore off and he crossed his arms over his chest, flexing in

could easily picture a six pack....or maybe an eight pack under that business

sornehow decided to smack me, I'd be on

to steal anything,’ I

scanned me for a

a

realizing he didn't know my

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

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

was something about him, maybe his aura, that intimidated me and left me

to speak

got a call from Mr.Andrews telling me that I

make sure that I had

was watching me discreetly, then nodded for

I heard that I had to

your assistant Penny left me to take

each other's.’ Recognition flashed across his features and a slight frown

found Mr.Wilson's door ajar, I went inside the room.That's when Penny thought I was a

probably looking for the hint of