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?

skipping my classes to sit here and do

my arms over my

when his callous look fell on me, which was soon

it was gone as soon

were a very docile person.Seems to me he was wrong.’’

wrong,’’ I said, knowing well that Blake had

until I met

to have caught his

"What kind of stuff?"

leaned forward, suddenly showing interest in a futile

"You know,’ I shrugged.

was a glint of amusement in his

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

What could he mean by that? "Clearly you're

He pressed his lips into a thin line,

one step away from being fired on my very

be put

got up from his spot and I held my breath as he rounded his desk to walk in my

when he was standing a

found myself involuntarily getting up in fright and

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

to that cabinet and get all

his arms over his

find a sleek white cabinet

to it, I collected all the files from the

were five files, each containing a large bundle of

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

desk, which will be your desk for the next few weeks.It's right next to my office.Look for these files’ original

too dumbfounded

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

nodded and without wasting another second, I started walking towards the

voice sent my name reverberating

"Yes?"

and gasped when the files

even realize he had walked up

from my hands before I could drop them and placed them on a

his blazer off and held it out for

at

glitch.”My eyes grew wide as I

that? My cheeks heated up in embarrassment as I took his blazer and

"Thank you” I muttered.

handed them back to me, frowning in the process while looking down

hell

area where I

my God!

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

wonder I didn't have a lot of

"Mr.Sinclair."

a knock