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.

woman with raven black hair smiling at me.She was dressed professionally

sent me to collect the

Caroline.I'm Penny

to

kept thinking if I should ask

laugh

me, maybe I wouldn't

and we started walking

and a long flight of stairs going downwards were in front

phone rang and she

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

stairs to come across two office

and the

looked back at Penny for

deep breath, I turned

Mr.Wilson's office.

a swipe card lock right next to

be an

wondered why it was left

the door open and walked

of computer screens and

correct bunch of files, now am I?

"Hey!"

loud

the room and found Penny at the top of the stairs,

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

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

God,’

I stooped

"Are you okay, Penny?"

could pull my handkerchief out, a guy came

"Step away from her.Now!"

stepping away as he dangerously advanced in our direction and bent down to pick

up to us and spoke to

take her to the

did I even do? Thankfully, ‘take care of her’ only meant ‘make her sit

was here to steal something

looked down at my

noise as I pulled my hand off the leather

wished I was only

say that ‘Sweaty Palms' was

them on my stockings and

opened and the guy from before, whose

to

anxiety was back

the waiting room, down

for me

out a breath, I knocked on

in, a deep voice rang

Help me, God.

open and took a discreet step inside the room,

feel his eyes on

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

my gaze up, only to lock my eyes with

face had a sharp jawline and light stubble that gave him a

hair was a deep

He was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

and he crossed his arms over his chest, flexing

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

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

here to steal anything,’

scanned me

have a seat,

he didn't

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

watched him across the desk, sitting on his huge leather

him, maybe his aura, that intimidated me and

opened my mouth to speak and

that I had to collect files from your

paused to make sure that I had

watching me discreetly, then nodded for me

heard that

it out but when your assistant Penny left me to

and Mr.Winson since their offices are right across each other's.’ Recognition flashed across his features and a slight frown formed on his

when Penny thought I was a thief and started running down the

probably looking for the hint of