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.

say that? That was so

classes to sit here and do

my arms over my

his callous look fell on me, which was soon replaced by a

it was gone as soon

you were a very docile

knowing well that Blake

didn't even know his name until I

seemed to have

"What kind of stuff?"

on the desk and leaned

"You know,’ I shrugged.

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

you wish for, Ms.Stewart.I'm

mean by that?

his company.’ He pressed his lips into a thin line, then took in a deep breath like he was stopping himself from lashing

away from being fired on

should be put

held my

stopped when he was

found myself involuntarily getting up in fright

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

get all the files

arms over his chest

turned around in confusion to find a

to it, I collected all the files from the first shelf and walked back to

containing a

papers from his desk and placed them on top

next to my office.Look for these files’ original versions on her computer and

too dumbfounded to

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

second, I started walking towards the door while carefully balancing the

My feet stopped moving when his deep voice sent my name

"Yes?"

and gasped when the files bumped

even realize he had walked up

hands before I could

off and

at him in

your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew wide as I

cheeks heated up in embarrassment as I took his

"Thank you” I muttered.

handed them back to me, frowning in the process

hell is

the dampness near the area where I was holding the

my God!

my mouth to say something but shut it again, having no idea how to confess something so

didn't have a lot of

"Mr.Sinclair."

a knock on the