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.

he really say that? That

skipping my classes

arms

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

it was gone as soon as

you were a very docile person.Seems to me he was

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

even know his name until I met him

to have

"What kind of stuff?"

placed his elbows on the desk and leaned

"You know,’ I shrugged.

was a glint of amusement in his eyes once more and a

what you wish for, Ms.Stewart.I'm

mean by

something at his company.’ He pressed his lips into a thin

away from being fired on my very first

should be put on

and I held my breath as he rounded his

stopped when he was

up

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

around, go to that cabinet and get

his chest and leaned against his

around in confusion to find a sleek

the files from the first shelf

files, each containing

his desk and placed them on top of

for these files’ original versions on her computer and

too

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

in a more authoritative tone.I nodded and without wasting another second, I started walking towards the door while

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

"Yes?"

when the files bumped

he had walked

hands before I could drop them and placed them on

off and

stared at him

unless you want everyone to notice your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew wide as

embarrassment as I took his blazer

"Thank you” I muttered.

back to me, frowning in the process while

the hell

near the area where I was

God! That's my

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

didn't have a lot of

"Mr.Sinclair."

was a knock on