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 into

I smiled.

He raised a brow.

I blinked.

"I mean with you"

chocolate into half, I gave one side to him and devoured

now.Caroline's

"Caroline's here?"

"Yeah: "Then don't bother.

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

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

is she? I pulled my phone out

corridor opened

they seemed to be

I

"That's Liam Steinfeld"

know who Liam Steinfeld

gotten into you? He's

and Caroline started together: "Are they from the same

I couldn't take my eyes off

at him and laughed richly at

never be like

so composed and

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

felt a

"Mr.Andrews."

a little smile

and she turned to

eye, I saw recognition flash

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

my professionalism

"Liam,' Blake started.

be skipping a

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

Study night.

to find

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

I was relieved.

going to

turning to Caroline whose lips were pressed into a

I muttered to Blake and walked towards the

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

of my business...or was it? She was

I could ask her.

no, it was her personal life and I was in no

Suck it up, Sinclair.

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

"Mr.Sinclair."

voice was small, almost like she

"Yes, Caroline?"

"Did I..."

fidgeted with

"Did I do something?"

at

Except you talked

to know what you

I realized that I was staring at her flushed

and was drawing me to herself in that exact

a step in her direction, closing

her soft lashes hovering over her cheekbones and she looked

She smelled so heavenly.

it was driving me

need one

I'll be over

heard me, her brown eyes opened

I was

looked me straight in

dawned

was I doing? I quickly averted my gaze to the buttons on

siren wailed and the button lit

Then, there was a voice over the

alright in

resisted the urge to punch

was a mistake" I spoke into

"Okay."

basement parking lot

stated as an excuse while stepping out of the elevators, not being able to look at her

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

my eyes on her, she looked up and tried to sober her expression

laugh escaped her

couldn't help but

you laughing

"Um, no."

She shook her head.

composed demeanour was back

should smile more

into my Bugatti Veyron and I started driving

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

was silent and once we reached the office, she headed straight for her office

5 p.m., she left, and the moment she was out of my office I turned to the glass window and frowned at

could rain

drive her