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.

I turned around to 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

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

me to

if I should ask her about

probably just laugh in my

was guiding me, maybe I wouldn't

we started walking down a

a long flight of

and she gave

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

smiled and climbed down the stairs to come across two office

said Mr.Wilson and the

Penny for help but she wasn't there

in a deep breath, I turned

Mr.Wilson's office.

had a swipe card

an important

wondered why it was left

pushed the door open

computer screens

correct bunch of

"Hey!"

a loud shout from

Penny at the top of the

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

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

God,’ I

over in her direction, I stooped down next

"Are you okay, Penny?"

and before I could pull my handkerchief out, a guy

"Step away from her.Now!"

he dangerously advanced in our direction and bent down

to us and spoke to

take her to

take care of her: My heart started beating loudly 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

here to steal

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

sweaty palms made a squeaky noise as I

was only sweating because I was

that ‘Sweaty Palms' was my official high school

them on my stockings and

from before, whose

wants to see

my anxiety was

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

for me to go

breath, I

a deep voice rang

Help me, God.

step inside the room, keeping my gaze fixed on

could feel his eyes

out of my peripheral vision, he was a fairly tall man, muscular, and

slowly lifted my gaze up, only to lock

a sharp jawline and light stubble

a deep brown

He was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

wore off and he crossed his arms over his

easily picture a six pack....or maybe an eight pack under that business

sornehow decided to smack me, I'd be

here to

me

have a seat,

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

him, maybe his aura,

to

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

paused to make sure

then nodded for me to

some disturbance, I heard

left me

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

inside the room.That's when Penny thought I was a thief and started running down the

seemed to be processing this and probably