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.

lately I'm more into sharing

I smiled.

He raised a brow.

I blinked.

"I mean with you"

one

now.Caroline's been waiting,’

"Caroline's here?"

"Yeah: "Then don't bother.

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

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

pulled my

at the end of the corridor opened and she stepped out along

looked about her age and they seemed to

that?" I

"That's Liam Steinfeld"

who Liam Steinfeld

gotten into you? He's an

together: "Are they from the same

take my eyes off

her eyes gleamed when she smiled at him and laughed richly at something

never be like that around

was always so composed and discreet whenever she was with

her facing sobering up as she walked up

a pang

"Mr.Andrews."

a little

Blake greeted back and she turned to

of my eye, I

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

considered flipping him off but then my

"Liam,' Blake started.

a few more classes

"Of course, Mr.Andrews.We've

Study night.

great, Blake said and I turned to him just in time to find him cutting a glance at

Blake suggested, and I could almost hear

I was relieved.

was going to

turning to

at me?"See you,’ I muttered to Blake and walked

hallway and I resisted the urge to turn around and

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

I could ask her.

life and I was in no position to ask her

Suck it up, Sinclair.

the hell did I care so much? I stepped inside the elevators and once they closed, I could hear her

"Mr.Sinclair."

voice was small, almost like she was

"Yes, Caroline?"

"Did I..."

with

"Did I do something?"

frowned at her nervous

you didn't’ Except you talked to

dying to know what

looked up and I realized that I was staring at

drawing me to

myself taking a step in her direction, closing in on her against

shut, her soft lashes hovering over her

She smelled so heavenly.

it was driving

need

then I'll

as if she heard me, her brown eyes opened and locked with

I

she looked me straight in the

realization dawned on

averted my gaze to the buttons on the

button lit up with an ominous

there was a

everything alright in

the urge to

mistake" I spoke into the

"Okay."

the basement parking lot and the

stepping out of the elevators, not being able to look at her after that stunt I

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

she looked up and tried to sober her expression like

laugh escaped her

help

laughing at

"Um, no."

She shook her head.

demeanour

smile more

got into my Bugatti Veyron and I started driving

because of the alarm...or

office, she headed

was out of my office I turned to the glass window and

rain any

should drive her