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 was

skipping my classes to

my arms

when his callous look fell on me, which

as soon

docile person.Seems to me he was wrong.’’

I said, knowing well that Blake had never said a word about

until

have caught his

"What kind of stuff?"

the desk and leaned forward, suddenly showing interest in

"You know,’ I shrugged.

true.’’ There was a glint of amusement in his eyes once more and a slight smirk

wish for,

he mean by that?

thin line, then took in a deep breath like he was stopping

away from being

should be put on

held my breath as

he was standing a

found myself involuntarily getting up in fright and facing

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

that cabinet and get all the files from the first

arms over his chest

around in confusion to find a sleek white cabinet in the

to it, I collected all the files from the

containing a large bundle of

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

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

was too dumbfounded to

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

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

his deep voice sent my name reverberating all around the

"Yes?"

when

even realize he had walked up to

grabbed the files from my hands before I could

off and held it out

stared at him

want everyone to notice your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew

as I

"Thank you” I muttered.

to me, frowning in the

the hell is

dampness near the area where I was holding the

God! That's my

it again,

a lot of friends in high

"Mr.Sinclair."

a knock on the