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

my classes to sit here

arms over

when his callous look fell on me, which was

gone as soon as

a very docile person.Seems to me

knowing well that Blake had never said a word about him

know his name until I met him in his

to have caught his

"What kind of stuff?"

desk and leaned forward, suddenly

"You know,’ I shrugged.

stuff.Stuff that I really wish was true.’’ There was a glint of amusement in his eyes once

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

What could he mean by that? "Clearly you're

pressed his lips into a thin line, then took in a deep breath like he was

step away from being fired on my

be

up from his spot and I held my

finally stopped when he was standing a

found myself involuntarily getting up in fright and

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

to that cabinet and get all the files from

crossed his arms over his

turned around in confusion to find a sleek white

over to it, I collected all the files from the

files, each containing a large bundle

few papers from his desk and placed them on

weeks.It's right next to my office.Look for these files’ original versions on her computer

too dumbfounded

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

a more authoritative tone.I nodded and without wasting another second, I started

stopped moving when his deep voice sent my name reverberating all

"Yes?"

gasped when the files bumped into

realize he had walked

I could drop them and placed

blazer off and held

stared at him

wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew wide as I remembered

embarrassment as

"Thank you” I muttered.

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

hell

noticed the dampness near the area where I was holding

my God!

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

didn't have a lot of

"Mr.Sinclair."

knock