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

I smiled.

He raised a brow.

I blinked.

"I mean with you"

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

should get going now.Caroline's

"Caroline's here?"

"Yeah: "Then don't bother.

she found some company.’ Whose company? Frowning, I

Blake followed me out of

she? I pulled my phone out and dialled

the elevators at the end of the corridor opened and she

about her age and they seemed

I

"That's Liam Steinfeld"

fuck am I supposed to know who Liam Steinfeld

you? He's an

started together: "Are they from

take my eyes off

eyes gleamed when she smiled at him

never be like

was always so composed and discreet whenever she was with

smile faded, her facing sobering up as she

a pang in

"Mr.Andrews."

little

Blake greeted back and

eye, I saw recognition

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

off but then my professionalism

"Liam,' Blake started.

be skipping a few more classes this

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

Study night.

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

suggested, and I could almost hear the smirk in his tone but I

I was relieved.

going to

Rebekah better be there! "We're leaving" I snapped, turning to Caroline whose lips were pressed

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

resisted the urge to turn around

none of my business...or was

I could ask her.

I was in no position to ask her anything about

Suck it up, Sinclair.

I stepped inside the elevators and once they closed, I could hear

"Mr.Sinclair."

was small, almost like she was

"Yes, Caroline?"

"Did I..."

with

"Did I do something?"

frowned at

didn't’ Except you talked

now I'm dying to know what you had

that

drawing me to herself in

taking a step in her direction, closing

soft lashes hovering over

She smelled so heavenly.

it was driving me

just need one

I'll

as if she heard me, her brown

I

it when she looked me

dawned on

my gaze to the buttons on the elevator wall beside

and the button lit

Then, there was a voice over the

alright

resisted the urge to

was a mistake" I

"Okay."

reached the basement parking lot and the

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

saw

on her, she looked up and tried to sober her expression like before

escaped

couldn't help

laughing at

"Um, no."

She shook her head.

that composed demeanour was

smile

into my Bugatti Veyron and I started driving back

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

once we reached the office,

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

could rain

drive her