Billionaire Nick

Nick

"So you're alive,’' I snapped the moment I barged inside Blake's office.

His eyes were fixed on his laptop screen and the moment he looked up, a look of surprise fell on his face, followed by a roll of his eyes and then a sigh.

"l imagined you lying in a hospital bed, since that's the only reason you wouldn't be answering my texts or calls, right?"

I asked.

"What do you want, Nick?"

he said wryly.

"Nothing"

I shook my head.

"In fact, I come bearing gifts."

Walking up to his desk, I held up a giant chocolate bar in front of him.

"You know I'm not a fan of chocolates."

His eyes narrowed for a moment.

"Yeah.Which is why I brought it."

I opened the wrapper and took a large bite, suppressing a laugh when Blake scowled at me.

"So you came here all the way from your office just to eat a chocolate bar?"

"No, of course not."

I shook my head.

"I came here to make sure you still know how to use your phone so you can reply to people: He sighed.

"I've been busy, Nick"

"Doing what, exactly?"

I raised a brow.

"You know I run a company, right?"

"Yeah, so do I.’ I shrugged.

"What's your point?"

"Well, someone's not taking your staff away so..."

He shrugged.

"Intern" I corrected.

"Yeah."

An intern that still did some important work around here: "No wonder you sent her to pick up a bunch of files."

I raised a brow.

His jaw clenched as he watched me silently for a few moments and I prepared myself to dodge a punch.

"What do you want with her, Nick?" he finally asked.

I blinked.

"Who? Caroline?"

He didn't answer.

"What could I possibly want with her?" I frowned.

"You tell me.Going to the extent of fighting your best bud just to have her work for you? Seems suspicious: "Okay, Detective Andrews,’ I chuckled.

"First, you're just overthinking, and second, I didn't fight you"

"Oh, you didn't?"

"We just had a disagreement, Blake.What are you so mad about?"

He took a deep breath and turned to his laptop again.

"I'm working, Nick: Come on!

"Look,’ I snapped.

"If you've got a problem with me, say it to my face.Or challenge me to a kickboxing match if you really wanna let some steam off.", He raised a brow.

"Relax, I'll let you hit me,’ I muttered.At this he let out frustrated groan, and to my surprise, a laugh.

"But don't ignore me.You know I hate it when someone does that" I said.

"I know" He nodded.

"Which is why I do it" I narrowed my eyes.

"So are you going to eat this chocolate or am I gonna have to finish it off alone?" I asked.

"Like that's going to be a problem for you.’ He smirked.

but lately I'm more

I smiled.

He raised a brow.

I blinked.

"I mean with you"

chocolate into half, I gave one side

should get going now.Caroline's

"Caroline's here?"

"Yeah: "Then don't bother.

sure she found some company.’ Whose company? Frowning, I turned to the

we should get back to the office’ Blake followed me out of his office and I looked

pulled my phone out and

opened and

about her age and they seemed to be comfortable with

I

"That's Liam Steinfeld"

I supposed to know who Liam Steinfeld is? Could you

what's gotten into you? He's an intern

together: "Are

take my eyes

gleamed when she smiled at

never be like that

and discreet

me and the smile faded, her

felt a pang in my

"Mr.Andrews."

little smile to

Blake greeted back and she

the corner of my eye, I saw

with him? "Mr.Sinclair’

then my professionalism

"Liam,' Blake started.

will be skipping a

in catching up.’ "Of course, Mr.Andrews.We've been planning a study night at

Study night.

Blake said and I turned to him just in time to find him cutting a glance at me before

group study session,’ Blake suggested, and I could almost hear the smirk

I was relieved.

going to

"We're leaving" I snapped, turning to Caroline whose lips were pressed into a

you ever smile at me?"See you,’ I muttered to Blake and walked towards the elevators with Caroline following behind

I resisted the urge to turn around and demand what that Liam meant to her

my business...or was it? She

I could ask her.

I was

Suck it up, Sinclair.

why the hell did I care so much? I stepped inside the elevators and

"Mr.Sinclair."

was small, almost like she was

"Yes, Caroline?"

"Did I..."

with

"Did I do something?"

at

didn't’ Except you talked to

dying to know what

realized that

so beautiful and was drawing me to herself in that

myself taking a step in her direction,

closed shut, her soft lashes hovering over her cheekbones and

She smelled so heavenly.

was driving

need one

I'll

heard me, her brown eyes opened and

I was

she looked me straight in the

realization dawned on

to the buttons on the

loud siren wailed and the button lit up with

there was a

everything alright in

urge to

was a mistake" I spoke into

"Okay."

parking lot and the

stated as an excuse while stepping out of the elevators, not

at her and saw the ghost of a

she found my eyes on her, she looked up and tried to sober her expression like before but

escaped her

couldn't help

you laughing at

"Um, no."

She shook her head.

composed demeanour

smile

got into my Bugatti Veyron and I

smiling because of the

the office, she headed straight for her

of my office I turned to the glass window and frowned

rain any

drive