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.

swear she acts bipolar

narrowed my eyes

are joking, aren't

"Nope."

back on her bed and pulled the

tomorrow,

been preventing myself from

bad can it be?

and

a cry and went

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

be alright,

I'd been through worse.

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

blouse

a borrowed outfit

longer shifts at the coffee shop, so I can buy a

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

corridor towards his office, my palms

Well no shit.

last thing I wanted was someone shaking my hand during

bumps should be considered

and

"Ms.Stewart?"

voice and found the guy from

Trent.

with a nerdy vibe owing to his huge black-rimmed

shade of platinum,

be here in a few minutes.You're asked to wait in his office.He will talk to you and after that,

"Okay."

he started, but then scratched the back of his neck

"—I'm sorry about yesterday.’

"Oh, that's okay."

him a little

did what you were

lips pulled up into

"So no grudges?"

this, I let out a

very comfortable waiting room? No, I think I'm

was cut

to the

feet away from us, a frown sitting on his

to be in a

Someone just had to piss him off on my very

to make her

gaze snapped to mine, causing me to gulp, "not stand here

nervously glancing

if Mr.Sinclair treated all his employees

was so

you in

I nodded and went inside his office,

one

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