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

sent me to

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

motioned for me to follow

kept thinking if I should ask her

probably just laugh in

was guiding me, maybe I wouldn't need to

opened and we started walking down a

and a long flight of stairs going

rang and she gave

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

the stairs to come across

and

I looked back at Penny for help but she wasn't there

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

Mr.Wilson's office.

swipe card lock right next to

be an

it

twice, I pushed the

computer screens

supposed to fish out the correct bunch of files, now

"Hey!"

loud shout from behind

room and found Penny at

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

ran down the stairs but her foot twisted on

God,’ I

her direction, I stooped down next to

"Are you okay, Penny?"

my handkerchief out, a guy came

"Step away from her.Now!"

me? I found myself stepping away as he dangerously advanced

up to us and spoke to the first

her

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

I was here to steal something

looked down at my hand

made a squeaky noise as I

wished I was only sweating

just say that ‘Sweaty Palms' was my official

them on my stockings and looked

opened and the guy from before, whose

wants to see

my anxiety was back

room, down the corridor and

me

breath, I knocked on

deep voice rang in

Help me, God.

pushed the double doors open and took a discreet step

feel his eyes on

my peripheral vision, he was a

slowly lifted my gaze up, only to

a sharp jawline and light stubble that gave him a five o'clock

a

He was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

and he crossed his arms over

a six pack....or maybe an

he sornehow decided to smack me, I'd be

to

scanned me

have a

realizing he didn't

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

seated myself on one of the chairs and watched him across the desk,

maybe his aura, that intimidated me and left

mouth to speak and hoped

from Mr.Andrews telling me that I had to collect files from

sure

discreetly, then

some disturbance, I heard that I had

but when your assistant Penny left me to take a phone call, I

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

when I found 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

be processing this and probably looking for the