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.

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

me to collect the shipment

Caroline.I'm

motioned for me to follow her towards the

thinking if I should ask

laugh in

seeing as she was guiding me, maybe

opened and we started walking down a

of stairs going

she gave me an apologetic

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

the stairs to come across

said Mr.Wilson and the

back at Penny for help but she

Taking in a deep breath, I turned to the door

Mr.Wilson's office.

a swipe card lock right

be an important

it was left

twice, I pushed the door open

computer screens

the correct bunch of files, now am I? Wrong room

"Hey!"

a loud shout from behind

Penny at the top of the stairs, watching

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

her foot twisted on the middle step and she tumbled

my God,’ I

in her direction, I stooped

"Are you okay, Penny?"

could pull my handkerchief out, a guy came running down

"Step away from her.Now!"

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

us and spoke to the

take 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 more

thought I was here to

looked

a squeaky noise as I pulled my

only sweating because

say that ‘Sweaty Palms' was

on my stockings and looked

the guy from before, whose name I learnt was Trent, walked

to see

my anxiety

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

me to

out a breath, I knocked on

deep voice rang

Help me, God.

took a discreet step inside the

his eyes on

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

my gaze up, only to lock

jawline and light stubble that

was a

He was

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

his arms over his

a six pack....or maybe

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

here to steal

eyes scanned me

have a

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

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

I somehow opened my mouth to speak and

Mr.Andrews telling me that I had to collect files

paused to make sure that I had

was watching me discreetly, then nodded for

I heard that I had to

left me to take a phone call, I

Recognition flashed across his features

room.That's when Penny thought I was a thief and started running down

probably looking for the hint of a