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

I smiled.

He raised a brow.

I blinked.

"I mean with you"

half, I gave one side to him

going now.Caroline's

"Caroline's here?"

"Yeah: "Then don't bother.

found some company.’ Whose company?

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

is she? I pulled my phone out and

at the end of the corridor opened and she stepped

about her age and they seemed to be comfortable with each

I

"That's Liam Steinfeld"

to know who Liam Steinfeld is?

what's gotten into you? He's an

Caroline started together: "Are they

I couldn't take my eyes

at

be like that

was always so composed and discreet whenever

smile faded, her facing sobering

a

"Mr.Andrews."

a little smile to

Blake greeted back and she turned

eye, I saw recognition flash across

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

then my professionalism took over and I nodded at

"Liam,' Blake started.

skipping a

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

Study night.

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

dire need of a group study session,’ Blake suggested, and I could almost hear the smirk in

I was relieved.

was going

better be there! "We're leaving" I snapped, turning to Caroline

don't you ever smile at me?"See you,’ I muttered to Blake and

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

of my business...or was it?

I could ask her.

personal life and I was in no

Suck it up, Sinclair.

much? I stepped inside the elevators and once they closed,

"Mr.Sinclair."

was small, almost like she was

"Yes, Caroline?"

"Did I..."

fidgeted with her

"Did I do something?"

frowned at her nervous

you talked to that asshole about

know what you

I realized that I was staring

drawing me to

step in her direction,

her soft lashes hovering over her cheekbones and she looked

She smelled so heavenly.

it was driving

need

I'll be

as if she heard me, her brown eyes opened and

moment, I

liked it when she looked me straight in

dawned on

to the buttons on the elevator wall beside her and pressed a

and the button lit up with an ominous

there was a voice over the

everything alright in

urge to

a mistake" I spoke

"Okay."

reached the basement parking lot and the

of the elevators, not being able to look at

and saw the ghost

on her, she looked up and

laugh escaped her

help

laughing at

"Um, no."

She shook her head.

demeanour was back

smile

Bugatti Veyron and

because of the alarm...or

car ride was silent and once we reached the office, she headed straight for her office and I went

p.m., she left, and the moment she was out of my office I turned to

could rain any

drive her