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

Caroline Stewart.Mr.Andrews has sent me to

you, Caroline.I'm Penny Woods, Mr.Sinclair's

for me to

I should ask her

laugh

seeing as she was guiding me,

and we started walking down

a corner and a long flight of

phone rang and she

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

climbed down the stairs to come across two office

said Mr.Wilson and the

hell!? I looked back at Penny for help but she

in a deep breath, I turned to the door which was slightly

Mr.Wilson's office.

a swipe card lock right

be an

wondered why it was left

I pushed the

of computer

out the correct bunch of files, now

"Hey!"

loud shout from behind

out of the room and found Penny

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

stairs but her foot twisted on

God,’ I

in her direction, I stooped down next to

"Are you okay, Penny?"

my handkerchief out,

"Step away from her.Now!"

stepping away as he dangerously advanced in

to us

her

I even do? Thankfully, ‘take care of her’ only meant ‘make her sit in a waiting room until she dies of boredom:

thought I was here to

looked down at my hand resting on the leather

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

wished I was only sweating because I

that ‘Sweaty Palms' was my official

stockings

door opened and the guy from before, whose name I learnt was

to see

my anxiety was

of the waiting room, down the corridor and towards the double doors

me to go

I

a deep voice

Help me, God.

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

feel his eyes on

he was a

only to lock

light stubble that gave him a five

hair was a deep brown

was

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

and he crossed his arms over his chest, flexing

could easily picture a six pack....or maybe

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

to steal anything,’ I

eyes scanned me for a

a seat,

paused, realizing he didn't

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

myself on one of the chairs and watched him

him, maybe his aura, that intimidated me and

somehow opened my mouth to

that I had to collect

sure that I

was watching me discreetly, then

some disturbance, I heard that

thought I'd figure it out but when your assistant Penny left me to take a phone call, I was

Recognition flashed across his features and a slight frown formed on his

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

processing this and probably looking for the hint of a