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

I smiled.

He raised a brow.

I blinked.

"I mean with you"

the chocolate into half, I gave one side to him

going now.Caroline's

"Caroline's here?"

"Yeah: "Then don't bother.

sure she found some company.’ Whose company? Frowning,

to the office’ Blake followed me out of his office and I looked around for Caroline but

she? I pulled my

the corridor opened

looked about her age and they seemed to be comfortable with

that?" I

"That's Liam Steinfeld"

am I supposed to know who Liam Steinfeld is? Could

you?

Caroline started together: "Are they from

take my eyes

she smiled at him and laughed richly at something

be like that around

composed and discreet whenever

gaze fell on me and the smile faded, her facing sobering up as she walked

suddenly felt a pang in

"Mr.Andrews."

a little smile

Blake greeted back and

my eye, I

talking about me with him? "Mr.Sinclair’ he

but then my professionalism took over and I nodded

"Liam,' Blake started.

will be skipping a

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

Study night.

turned to him just in time to find

Rebekah.She's in dire need of a group study session,’ Blake suggested, and I could almost hear the smirk in his

I was relieved.

was going to be

better be there! "We're leaving" I snapped, turning to Caroline whose lips were pressed

I muttered to Blake and walked towards

echoed in the hallway and I resisted the urge to turn around and demand what

was none of my business...or was it? She was my

I could ask her.

life and I was in no position to ask her

Suck it up, Sinclair.

the elevators and once they closed, I could hear her soft breathing cut

"Mr.Sinclair."

was small, almost

"Yes, Caroline?"

"Did I..."

fidgeted with

"Did I do something?"

frowned at

you didn't’ Except you talked to

now I'm dying to know what you

and I realized that I was staring at her

was so beautiful and was drawing me to herself

direction,

her soft lashes hovering over her cheekbones and she looked

She smelled so heavenly.

was driving me

need

then I'll be over

if she heard me, her brown

a moment, I

liked it when she looked

realization dawned

averted my gaze to the

the button lit up with an

Then, there was a voice over

alright in elevator

resisted the urge to punch

was a mistake" I

"Okay."

parking lot

out of the elevators, not being able to look at her

I did cut a glance at her and saw the ghost of a smile playing on her

her, she looked up and tried to sober her

escaped

couldn't help

you laughing

"Um, no."

She shook her head.

that composed demeanour was back

should smile

into my Bugatti Veyron and I started

if she was smiling because of the alarm...or if she knew what I had in

reached the office, she headed straight for her office and I went to

and the moment she was out of my office I turned to the glass

rain

drive her