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.

really say that? That was so

not skipping my classes to sit here

crossed my arms over

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

was gone as soon

docile person.Seems to me

said stuff about you.Guess he was wrong,’’ I said, knowing well

name until I met him

to have caught his

"What kind of stuff?"

his elbows on the desk and leaned forward, suddenly

"You know,’ I shrugged.

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

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

What could he mean by

into a thin line, then took in a deep

being fired on

should be put

up from his spot and I held my breath as

stopped when he was standing a

found myself involuntarily getting up in fright and

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

go to that cabinet and get all

his arms over his chest and leaned

in confusion to find a sleek white cabinet

all the files from the first shelf and

files, each containing a large

his desk and placed them on top of the bundle

for these files’ original versions on her computer and

was too dumbfounded to

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

authoritative tone.I nodded and without wasting another second, I

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

"Yes?"

when the files bumped into

realize he had walked up to

could drop them

took his blazer off and held

stared at him in

notice your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew wide as I remembered that my blouse

heated up in embarrassment as I took his

"Thank you” I muttered.

the files up and handed them back to me, frowning in the process while looking down at his

hell is

area where I was holding the

my God! That's my

it again, having no idea how to

have a lot of friends in

"Mr.Sinclair."

was a knock on the