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

not skipping my classes to sit here and do

arms over my

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

gone as

a very docile person.Seems to me

stuff about you.Guess he was wrong,’’ I said, knowing well that Blake had never said a word about him

didn't even know his name until I met him in his

to have caught his

"What kind of stuff?"

and leaned forward, suddenly showing interest in a

"You know,’ I shrugged.

of amusement in his eyes once more and a slight smirk forming

what you wish for,

could he mean by that? "Clearly you're

lips into a thin line, then

from being fired on my very first

be

held my breath as he rounded his

stopped when he was standing a few

found myself involuntarily getting up in

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

cabinet and get all the files

his chest

find a sleek white cabinet in

to it, I collected all the files from the first shelf and walked back to

each containing a large bundle

his desk and placed them on top of the bundle

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

was too dumbfounded

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

tone.I nodded and without wasting another second, I

stopped moving when his deep voice sent my name reverberating all

"Yes?"

when the files

didn't even realize he had walked up to

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

off and held it out for

stared at him in

your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew wide as I remembered

in embarrassment as I took his blazer and slipped

"Thank you” I muttered.

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

hell is

area where I was holding the

my God!

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

have a lot of friends in

"Mr.Sinclair."

was a knock on the