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

Caroline Stewart.Mr.Andrews has sent me to

to meet you, Caroline.I'm

to follow her towards the

thinking if I should ask her

probably just laugh in my

was guiding me, maybe I wouldn't

opened and we started walking down a

a corner and a long flight of stairs going downwards were

and she gave me an

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

stairs to come across

said Mr.Wilson and the other

at Penny for help but

Taking in a deep breath, I turned to

Mr.Wilson's office.

had a swipe card lock right

an

why it

the door open and

of computer screens

magically supposed to fish out the correct bunch of files, now am I? Wrong room

"Hey!"

loud shout from behind

of the room and found Penny at the top of the stairs, watching

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

ran down the stairs but her foot twisted on the

God,’

her direction, I stooped down

"Are you okay, Penny?"

pull my handkerchief out,

"Step away from her.Now!"

away as he dangerously advanced in

up to us and

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

I was here

Mr.Andrews sent me? I looked

made a squeaky noise as I pulled my hand off

was only

Palms' was my official

on my stockings and looked up

from before,

to

my anxiety was back

waiting room, down the

motioned for me to go

breath, I knocked on

deep voice

Help me, God.

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

feel his eyes

what I could judge out of my peripheral vision, he was a fairly tall man, muscular, and apparently

lifted my gaze up, only to

had a sharp jawline and light stubble that gave him a five

hair was a deep brown

was

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

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

six pack....or maybe an eight

sornehow decided to smack me, I'd be on the floor, passed out in a

to steal anything,’

scanned me for a

a seat,

realizing he

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

watched him across the desk, sitting on

maybe his aura,

mouth to speak

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

sure that I

watching me discreetly, then nodded for me

I heard

left me to take

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

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

to be processing this and probably looking for the hint of