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

narrowed my eyes for

joking, aren't

"Nope."

on her bed and pulled

tomorrow, right?" she

preventing myself

bad can it be? I

sang and

cry and

in my courses so far so I was going to skip a few classes this upcoming week to learn

gonna be alright,

I'd been through worse.

playboy be? ode I looked at my reflection in the mirror

blouse and

borrowed outfit

shifts at the coffee shop, so I can buy

but I didn't want to give my new boss a chance to

corridor towards

Well no shit.

wanted was someone shaking my hand during

bumps should be considered

deep breath, I lifted my hand and

"Ms.Stewart?"

turned around to the voice and found the

Trent.

a fairly tall guy with a nerdy

of platinum, going

will talk to you and after that,

"Okay."

started, but then scratched the back of his

"—I'm sorry about yesterday.’

"Oh, that's okay."

him a

you were

pulled up into a

"So no grudges?"

this, I let out

comfortable waiting room?

laughed but it was cut short

to

away from us,

to be in a

to piss him off on my very

to make her wait in my

to gulp, "not stand here and chat with

nervously

Mr.Sinclair treated all

Andrews was

in my office,’ he

twice, I nodded and went inside his office, closing the door behind

is one

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