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 my

I smiled.

He raised a brow.

I blinked.

"I mean with you"

into half, I gave one side

should get going now.Caroline's

"Caroline's here?"

"Yeah: "Then don't bother.

Whose

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

I pulled my phone out

then, the elevators at the end of the corridor opened and she stepped out along with a

looked about her age and they seemed to be comfortable with

I asked

"That's Liam Steinfeld"

fuck am I supposed to know who Liam Steinfeld

gotten into you? He's an intern

Caroline started together: "Are they from the same

I couldn't take my eyes off

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

never be like that around

composed and discreet

fell on me and the smile faded, her facing sobering

a pang in

"Mr.Andrews."

a little

Blake greeted back and she

of my eye, I saw recognition flash across the

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

off but then my

"Liam,' Blake started.

be skipping a

you help her in catching up.’ "Of course, Mr.Andrews.We've been planning

Study night.

to find him cutting a glance at me before

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.

going to be

leaving" I snapped, turning to Caroline whose

you,’ I muttered to Blake and walked towards the

hallway and I resisted the urge to turn around and demand

none of my business...or was

I could ask her.

was her personal life and I was

Suck it up, Sinclair.

elevators and once they closed, I could hear her soft

"Mr.Sinclair."

small, almost like she

"Yes, Caroline?"

"Did I..."

with

"Did I do something?"

frowned at

Except you talked

now I'm dying to know what

and I realized that I was staring at

drawing me to herself in that

in her direction, closing in

her soft lashes hovering over her cheekbones and she

She smelled so heavenly.

it was driving me

just need

then I'll be

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

I

when she looked me

realization dawned

gaze to the buttons on the elevator wall beside

the button lit up with

there was a voice

everything alright in elevator

resisted the urge to

mistake" I spoke into the

"Okay."

basement parking lot

of the elevators, not being able to look

a glance at her and saw the ghost of a

looked up and tried to sober her expression like

escaped

couldn't help but

you laughing at

"Um, no."

She shook her head.

demeanour was

smile more

Bugatti Veyron and I

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

reached the office,

out of my office I turned to the glass window and frowned at

rain

drive her