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

eyes

joking,

"Nope."

bed and pulled the covers

tomorrow, right?" she

had been preventing myself from

bad can it be? I

Caroline" she sang and

let out a cry

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

gonna be

I'd been through worse.

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

wearing a white blouse and a

borrowed

coffee

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

corridor towards

Well no shit.

someone shaking my

should be

I lifted my hand and knocked on the door, but there was no

"Ms.Stewart?"

the voice and

Trent.

was a fairly tall guy with a nerdy vibe owing to his

shade of platinum, going well with

to wait in his office.He will talk to you and after that, I'm supposed to show

"Okay."

then scratched the back of his

"—I'm sorry about yesterday.’

"Oh, that's okay."

gave him a

did what you

lips pulled up into

"So no grudges?"

let

a very comfortable waiting room?

laughed but it was cut short when

turned our heads to the

a few feet away from us, a frown sitting on

be in

to piss him off on my very first day!

to make her wait

"not stand here

was nervously

I wondered if Mr.Sinclair treated all his employees like

Andrews was

join you in my office,’ he

I nodded and went inside his office, closing

one

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