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"

chocolate into half, I gave one side to him

now.Caroline's been

"Caroline's here?"

"Yeah: "Then don't bother.

sure she found some company.’ Whose

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

hell is she? I pulled my

the elevators at the end of the corridor opened and she stepped

her age and they seemed to be comfortable with

I asked

"That's Liam Steinfeld"

who Liam Steinfeld is? Could you

into you? He's an intern

started together: "Are they from

I couldn't take my

smiled at him and laughed richly

like

composed and discreet whenever

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

suddenly felt a

"Mr.Andrews."

gave a little

Blake greeted back and

of my eye, I saw recognition flash across the

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

my professionalism took over and I nodded at

"Liam,' Blake started.

be skipping a few more classes

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

Study night.

I turned to him just in time to find him cutting a glance at

suggested, and I

I was relieved.

going to be

snapped, turning to Caroline

me?"See you,’ I muttered to Blake

to turn around and demand what

business...or was it?

I could ask her.

no, it was her personal life and I was in no position to ask her anything

Suck it up, Sinclair.

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

"Mr.Sinclair."

voice was small, almost like she

"Yes, Caroline?"

"Did I..."

fidgeted with her

"Did I do something?"

frowned at her nervous

you didn't’ Except you talked to that asshole

now I'm dying to know what you had

up and I realized that I was staring at her flushed

so beautiful and was drawing

step in her direction,

hovering over her

She smelled so heavenly.

was driving

need

then I'll be

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

I was

she looked me

dawned

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

siren wailed and the button

there was a voice

everything alright in elevator

the urge to

was a mistake" I spoke into

"Okay."

parking lot and the

curious about that button, I stated as an excuse while stepping out of the elevators, not being able to look at her after that

at her and saw the ghost

eyes on her, she looked up and

escaped her

help but

laughing at

"Um, no."

She shook her head.

that composed demeanour was back

smile

my Bugatti Veyron and I

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

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

my office I turned to the glass

could rain any

should drive