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.

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

sent me to collect the shipment

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

me to follow

I

probably just laugh in my

me, maybe I wouldn't need to

opened and we started walking down

of

she

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

climbed down the stairs to

Mr.Wilson and the

hell!? I looked back at Penny

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

Mr.Wilson's office.

a swipe card lock right next to

be an

why it was

the door

computer screens and

magically supposed to fish out the correct

"Hey!"

loud shout from

walked out of the room and found Penny at

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

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

my God,’

I stooped down

"Are you okay, Penny?"

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

"Step away from her.Now!"

away as he dangerously advanced in our direction and bent

came up to us and spoke to

take her to the

heart started beating loudly in my chest.What did he mean by, ‘I'll take care of her'? And what did I even

thought I was here to steal something

me? I looked down at

palms made a squeaky noise as I pulled my hand

wished I was only sweating

let's just say that ‘Sweaty Palms' was my official

on my stockings and looked

before, whose

to

my anxiety was

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

motioned for me

out a breath, I

voice rang in my

Help me, God.

doors open and took a discreet step

could feel his eyes on

of my peripheral vision, he was a fairly

slowly lifted my gaze up, only to lock my eyes

a sharp jawline and light stubble that gave him

a

was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

frown wore off and he crossed his arms over his chest,

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

I'd be on the floor, passed out

here to

me for

have a

paused, realizing he didn't know

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

watched him across the desk, sitting on his huge leather

him, maybe his aura,

mouth to speak and hoped that I wouldn't

got a call from Mr.Andrews telling me that I

make sure

then nodded for me

I heard that I had to

out but when your assistant Penny left me to take a phone

since their offices are right across each other's.’ Recognition

was a thief and started running down the stairs, twisted her foot and fell.That's all the truth,

probably looking for the