Billionaire Nick

A frown formed on his lips as he walked behind his desk and sat in the chair.

I shifted in my position to face him squarely, so he wouldn't see the torn material at the back of my blouse.

All I had to do was get to the bathroom and come up with a solution to fix the shirt.

And if my brain didn't work, I would call Rebekah.

"So I'm supposed to go to Trent, right?"

I asked while taking a step towards the door.

"No.” His eyes narrowed for a moment.

"Why would you?"

"Uh—he said he was supposed to show me around."

"No, Ms.Stewart” he said.

"Trent is a little busy at the moment.So..."

He directed his gaze to the chairs across his desk, motioning for me to sit down.

Letting out a breath, I seated myself in one of the chairs and faced him.

He went back to typing on his laptop and I thought he would say something after finishing some work, but half an hour passed and I was just sitting in the same spot, doing nothing.

I cleared my throat to get his attention but he just kept looking at the screen.

Was he doing that intentionally? 

"Mr.Sinclair?" I finally spoke.

He looked up from his laptop.

"Yes, Ms.Stewart?"

"Is there something I can do for you?" I asked.

"Not at the moment."

And with that, he went back to typing again.

Another fifteen minutes passed.

"Mr. Sinclair?" I called again.

He let out a breath.

"Yes?"

"Is there something I can do for you?"

"No—"

"I can fetch your coffee? Or send e-mails? Or go out to get someone in case you don't feel like using the phone?"

"Not really." I frowned.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" He thought for a moment.

"Yes." My eyes lit up.

"What?"

"Sit quietly."

My jaw dropped.

that? That was so

my classes to sit here

my arms over my

regretted my words when his callous look fell on me, which was soon replaced by a

was gone as soon

were a very docile person.Seems to

said, knowing well that Blake

his name until I

have caught his

"What kind of stuff?"

the desk and leaned forward,

"You know,’ I shrugged.

was true.’’ There was a glint of amusement in his eyes once

what you wish for, Ms.Stewart.I'm nothing

mean by that?

you see, I was actually learning something at his company.’ He pressed his lips into a thin line,

step away from being fired on my

be put on

my breath as he rounded his desk to walk in

was standing a few

up in fright and

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

cabinet and get all

over his chest and leaned

turned around in confusion to find a sleek white cabinet in the

it, I collected all the files

each containing a large

a few papers from his desk and placed them on top of the bundle in my

secretary's desk, which will be your desk for the next few weeks.It's right next to my office.Look for these files’ original versions on her computer and make these corrections.Print

was too dumbfounded

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

tone.I nodded and without wasting another second, I started walking towards the door while carefully balancing the

feet stopped moving when his deep voice sent my name reverberating all around the

"Yes?"

around and gasped when the files bumped into his

realize he had walked up to

before I could drop them and

blazer off and held

stared at him in

to notice your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes

as I took his blazer and slipped into it, inhaling his

"Thank you” I muttered.

files up and handed them back to me, frowning in

the hell is

near the area where I was

God!

something but shut it

I didn't have a

"Mr.Sinclair."

was a knock on