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

my classes to sit here and do

my arms over

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

it was gone as

said you were a very docile person.Seems to me

was wrong,’’ I said, knowing well

until I

have caught his

"What kind of stuff?"

on the desk and leaned forward, suddenly showing interest

"You know,’ I shrugged.

true.’’ There was a glint of amusement

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

he mean by that? "Clearly you're

see, I was actually learning something at his company.’ He pressed his lips into a thin line, then took in a deep

away from being fired

be

my breath as he rounded his desk to walk

stopped when he was standing

myself involuntarily getting up in

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

around, go to that cabinet and get all the files

his chest and leaned against his

confusion to find a sleek white

all the files from the first shelf and walked

containing a

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

for these files’

too

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

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

deep voice sent my name reverberating all

"Yes?"

around and gasped when the files bumped

he

the files from my hands before I could drop them and placed them on

took his blazer off

stared at him

everyone to notice your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew wide as I remembered that

in embarrassment as I took his blazer and slipped into it, inhaling his intoxicated

"Thank you” I muttered.

to me, frowning in the process while looking down at his

the hell

the dampness near the area where I was holding the bundle

my God!

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

wonder I didn't have a lot of friends

"Mr.Sinclair."

a knock on the