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.

I'm more into sharing

I smiled.

He raised a brow.

I blinked.

"I mean with you"

gave one side

get going now.Caroline's

"Caroline's here?"

"Yeah: "Then don't bother.

found some company.’ Whose company? Frowning, I

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

hell is she? I pulled

the end of the corridor opened and she

her age and they seemed to

I asked

"That's Liam Steinfeld"

I supposed to know who Liam Steinfeld is? Could you

you?

started together: "Are they

couldn't take my eyes off

gleamed when she smiled at him and laughed richly at something

like that around

and discreet whenever she was

the smile faded, her facing

felt a pang

"Mr.Andrews."

a little smile

back and she turned

corner of my eye,

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

him off but then my professionalism took over and I nodded at

"Liam,' Blake started.

skipping a few more classes this

catching up.’ "Of course, Mr.Andrews.We've been

Study night.

to him just in time to find him cutting a glance at me before he quickly looked

dire need of a group study session,’ Blake suggested, and I could almost hear the smirk in his tone but I couldn't

I was relieved.

was going

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

to Blake and walked towards the elevators

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

of my business...or was it? She

I could ask her.

personal life and I was

Suck it up, Sinclair.

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

"Mr.Sinclair."

voice was small, almost like she

"Yes, Caroline?"

"Did I..."

with

"Did I do something?"

at her nervous

talked to that asshole about

dying to know

realized that I

drawing me to

her direction, closing in on her against the elevator

eyes closed shut, her soft lashes hovering

She smelled so heavenly.

was

need one

I'll be

she heard me, her brown eyes opened and locked

a moment, I was

liked it when she looked me straight

dawned on

the buttons

the button lit up with an ominous red

was

everything alright in elevator

resisted the urge to punch

I spoke

"Okay."

reached the basement parking lot and the

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

cut a glance at her and saw the ghost of

up and tried to sober her expression

escaped her

help

laughing at

"Um, no."

She shook her head.

that composed demeanour was

should smile

and

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

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

of my office I turned to

could rain

drive