Billionaire Nick

Chapter 3.1 : Can't Count

"He did what?" Rebekah gasped.

I looked down at my hands in slight mortification.

I haven't felt this weak in a long time.

Nick Sinclair had made me feel so powerless when he'd effortlessly made me agree to work for him—by blackmailing me.

He was a fiend straight from hell.

"I'm going to teach that manwhore some manners."

Rebekah was suddenly rolling her sleeves up and reaching for her phone, which was lying on the nightstand.

I quickly took the phone out of her reach.

"What are you doing, Rebekah?"

"What do you think?" she snapped.

"He can't just manipulate people like that. Okay! His own employees, fine! But my friend? NO!" I sighed.

"And what was my dimwit for a brother doing there?"

She gritted her teeth.

"Mr.Andrews tried his best, Rebekah.In fact, if Nick Sinclair had called the cops, I'd be the one in trouble.Maybe that's why he didn't say much."

She frowned.

"That jerk! I've always hated Nick's guts, she snapped, but when she tried to snatch her phone I hid it behind me.

"Give me my phone, Caroline."

"No, you don’t understand, Reb.

If you call him and he gets mad, he'll somehow find a way to take it out on me.

I'll be his secretary until Penny recovers and I don't wanna find out what a person like him can do’ She was silent for a few moments and then she let out a frustrated groan.

"Fine! But if he does anything again, you tell me, okay? Not stupid Blake, not your aunt in a town far, far away..."

I let out a chuckle at that.

"I'm serious, Care."

She tried to keep a straight face but a smile formed on her lips.

"What's your beef with Sinclair anyway?" I asked.

Her eyes literally rolled to the back of her head at that.

"Let's just say that he is a cocky bastard who thinks he can have every fucking woman in this world"

I blinked at her.

"Which is why I'll be keeping my fingers crossed for you."

She burst out laughing.

she acts bipolar

my eyes for a

joking, aren't

"Nope."

bed and pulled the covers on top of

tomorrow,

myself from thinking about

bad can it be? I

Good luck, Caroline" she sang and

cry

far so I was going to skip a few classes this upcoming week to

be

I'd been through worse.

deal could a billionaire playboy be? ode I looked at my reflection in the mirror as the elevator

wearing a white blouse and a

borrowed outfit from

at the coffee

casuals at Mr.Andrews’ office, but I didn't want to give my new

walked down the corridor towards

Well no shit.

last thing I wanted was someone shaking my hand during

should be

deep breath, I lifted my hand and knocked on

"Ms.Stewart?"

to the voice

Trent.

guy with a nerdy vibe owing to

was a nice shade of

office.He will talk to you and after that, I'm supposed

"Okay."

started, but then scratched the

"—I'm sorry about yesterday.’

"Oh, that's okay."

him a little

what you were

lips pulled up

"So no grudges?"

let

sit in a very comfortable

laughed but it was cut short when

heads to the

from us, a frown sitting

be in a shitty

Someone just had to piss him off on my very first day! A little help, my

to make her

gulp, "not stand here and

was nervously glancing at

wondered if Mr.Sinclair treated

was so much

you in my

twice, I nodded and went inside his

one

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