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.

find a woman with raven black hair smiling at me.She was dressed professionally so I assumed that

Caroline Stewart.Mr.Andrews has sent me to collect the

to meet you, Caroline.I'm Penny Woods,

for me to follow her towards the

thinking if I should ask her

laugh

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

opened and we started

flight of stairs going

she gave me

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

the stairs to come across

Mr.Wilson and

at Penny for help but

deep breath, I turned to the door

Mr.Wilson's office.

had a swipe card lock right next

an

why it was left

the door

of computer screens and

the correct bunch of files, now am

"Hey!"

heard a loud shout from behind

Penny at the top of the stairs, watching me in

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

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

God,’

in her direction, I stooped

"Are you okay, Penny?"

and before I could pull my

"Step away from her.Now!"

he dangerously advanced in our

us and spoke to the

take her to

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 it

here to

me? I looked down at

as I pulled my hand off the

wished I was only sweating

just say that ‘Sweaty Palms' was my official high school

my stockings and looked

the guy from before, whose name I learnt

wants to see

anxiety was

and followed him out of the waiting room, down the corridor and towards the

for me to

breath, I knocked

in, a deep voice rang

Help me, God.

and took a discreet step inside the room, keeping

could feel his eyes

peripheral vision, he was a fairly tall man, muscular,

slowly lifted my gaze up, only to lock my eyes with his deep

sharp jawline and light stubble that gave him a five

was a deep

was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

and he crossed his arms over his

pack....or maybe an eight pack under

be on the floor, passed out

here to steal anything,’ I

eyes scanned me for a

a seat,

paused, realizing he didn't know

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

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

his aura, that intimidated me and left

mouth to speak

got a call from Mr.Andrews telling me that

make sure that I had his

watching me discreetly, then nodded for me to

of some disturbance, I heard that I had to

figure it out but when your assistant Penny left me to take a phone call, I was confused between

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

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

seemed to be processing this and probably looking for the hint of a