Billionaire Nick

Chapter 4.2: Harsh And Sweet

He raised a brow.

"Yeah? Your employer? The guy who showed up while we were talking—"

"I - I Know who Mr. Sinclair is, Trent.’ I sighed.

"Okay."

He nodded.

"Then you better hurry up.

He doesn't like to wait: Oh God! How could I face him after all those things I'd said to him last night? Trent cleared his throat.

"Caroline? Are you okay?"

"Yeah."

I nodded and without another thought, left the office and stood at his door debating if I should knock or not.Déja vu! 

You got this, Care.

I lifted my hand and knocked on the door.

He told me to come in and I slowly opened the door, resisting the urge to peek my head in before running away.

His eyes lifted up from his laptop and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

"Mr.Sinclair"

I managed to keep my voice from wavering.

Then, as unexpected as it was, a smile formed on his lips and it somehow soothed my nerves.

"Good morning, Caroline.’ "Good morning, Mr.Sinclair."

"Sleep well?"he asked.

"Uh-I..."

His question caught me off guard but I nodded anyway.

"How is the hangover?"

His index finger rubbed his chin.

My mouth opened slightly.

"I-I...You were there last night,’ I breathed out.

"Yes, I was,’ he smirked.

"I'm sorry,’ I muttered.

"I didn't mean all that"

"That's okay.Nothing I haven't heard before.’’ I can bet on the sweat part.

I was suddenly reminded of something he'd said.

I find it pretty hot that I made you sweat like that.

Oh my God! He said that to me.

"So, Caroline, are you feeling like working today or would I be too bossy if I gave you some work?"

He was trying to suppress a laugh.

I could actually cry right there.

"Mr.Sinclair, I-"

"Nick,’ he cut me off.

"What?"

I blinked in confusion.

"You can Call me Nick.’’ I can? "Oh, okay...Nick."

Why was I so awkward with my employers’ first names? I wasn't even used to calling Mr.

Andrews Blake yet.

"And ‘' I spoke to have his attention but his eyes had never left me, "I Saw something unusual on my desk a while ago."

"Oh, did you?"

asked innocently, like

needed? I

"I can't keep them."

chocolates would cost me a

"Don't you like chocolates?"

with a frown on his lips, almost as if he would

do.Of course

a sugar rush and end up spilling

He smirked.

my

for everything I said

he cut me off, "let me ask you again.How do

all day,’ I

"Okay."

an idea seemed to have

you think about a

Andrews? Nick A day ago Trent was in

Again.

most loyal employees was annoying the

talking to her and making her laugh right outside my office, when I had specifically

I wanted to do was tell

She looked so scared.

over to the mini fridge in the corner of my office and

my phone

It was Dad.

"Hey, Dad."

"Nick, where are you?"

"I'm at work.Why?"

to

everything okay?" I

He sighed.

has planned an

"So?"

"At night.In a club.’’

And she told

I shook my head.

make me

let out a

do you want me

her.Don't make your presence known to her, just keep a close eye on her and the people she

Dad.Should've trained me to become an

not joking here.’’

let her

I'm smarter, Nick.I know how those clubs are.Filled with douchebags like you.The last thing I want is some horny creep taking my

’ "Ouch."

my eyes for a

I'm going after that blow to my

if you don't, I'll literally kick your ass through

to see you try, my

to my office opened and I turned

advancing straight in my

I said while

said

forgetting that I'm just

He smirked.

sorry, I'm sorry.Okay?

"Good."

He smiled.

is one scary

but shiver remembering our kickboxing

could still defeat me

least his training exercises had given me this absolutely swoon-worthy body and

I'd never lacked strength.

would always complain that I'd never even give him

defeat anyone

is

I asked.

p.m.Be at the club near her

"Okay, fine,’’ I sighed.

today.Meet

see her in the

you won't.She's

thought for

her out

smile formed on his

help

my dad as this rock who could

never seen two people more in love and I never understood how

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