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.

with raven black hair smiling at me.She was dressed professionally so I assumed that she worked here."I

Caroline Stewart.Mr.Andrews has sent me

meet you, Caroline.I'm Penny

to follow her towards

kept thinking if I should ask her

probably just laugh in my

she was guiding me, maybe I wouldn't

elevators opened and we started walking down

of stairs going downwards were

and she gave me an apologetic

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

down the stairs to come

said Mr.Wilson and

Penny for help but

deep breath, I turned to the

Mr.Wilson's office.

had a swipe card lock right

be an important

it was

I pushed the

of computer screens

not magically supposed to fish out the correct bunch of files, now am I? Wrong room

"Hey!"

a loud

out of the room and found Penny at the top of the stairs, watching me in

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

confusion as she ran down the stairs but her foot twisted on

God,’ I

in her direction, I stooped

"Are you okay, Penny?"

forehead was bleeding and before I could pull my handkerchief out, a guy came running

"Step away from her.Now!"

I found myself stepping away as he dangerously

us and spoke to

her

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:

was here to steal

them that Mr.Andrews sent me? I looked down at my hand resting on the

a squeaky noise as I pulled my

I was only sweating because I was

Palms' was my official high

my stockings and looked up at the

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

wants to

my anxiety

room, down

for me

out a breath, I

voice rang in

Help me, God.

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

his eyes

vision, he was a fairly tall man, muscular, and apparently really

my gaze up, only to

light

a

was

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

his

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

me, I'd be on

to steal

scanned me for a

a seat,

realizing he didn't know

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

the chairs and watched him across the desk, sitting on his

maybe his aura, that intimidated me and left

my mouth to speak

from Mr.Andrews telling me that I had to

to make sure

then nodded

some disturbance, I heard that I had to

when your assistant Penny left me to

other's.’ Recognition flashed

I was a thief and

and probably looking for the hint