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.

raven black hair smiling at me.She was dressed professionally so

has sent me to collect

you, Caroline.I'm Penny Woods,

to follow her

thinking if I should ask her about

just laugh

guiding me, maybe I

opened and we started walking down a

long flight of stairs going downwards were in front of

she

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

climbed down the stairs

and the

back at Penny for

deep breath, I turned to the door which

Mr.Wilson's office.

had a swipe card lock right

be an

wondered why it was left

twice, I pushed the door open and walked

of computer screens and

correct bunch of files, now am I? Wrong room

"Hey!"

loud shout from behind

found Penny at the top of

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

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

my God,’

her direction, I stooped

"Are you okay, Penny?"

forehead was bleeding and before I could pull my handkerchief out,

"Step away from her.Now!"

as he dangerously advanced in our

up to us and spoke to the

her to

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 started

was here to

Mr.Andrews sent me? I looked down at

palms made a squeaky noise as I pulled

only

that ‘Sweaty Palms' was

stockings

the guy from before, whose name I

wants to

anxiety was back

of the waiting room, down the

motioned for me

I knocked on the

voice

Help me, God.

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

his eyes

out of my peripheral vision, he was a fairly

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

had a sharp jawline and light stubble that gave him a

hair was a

was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

and he crossed his arms over his chest, flexing in the

picture a six pack....or maybe an eight pack

I'd be on the floor, passed out in

didn't come here to steal

scanned me for

a seat,

realizing he didn't

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

watched him across the

something about him, maybe his aura, that

my mouth to speak and hoped that

got a call from Mr.Andrews telling me that I had

to make sure that

me discreetly, then

some disturbance, I heard that I had to

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

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

I went inside the room.That's when Penny thought I was

probably looking