Billionaire Nick

Nick 

Where the hell is she? I told her to be ready by 8 a.m.

and here I was, leaning against my car parked in her campus parking lot like a fool.

When she looked out her window, she seemed so surprised to see me.

Did she not get my message? I was getting bored of the number of girls throwing glances my way, trying to start a conversation and walking past my car to get my attention.

Their giggles were giving me a headache.

I almost pulled my phone out to call Caroline but then I finally saw her walking in my direction.

For some reason, she had a small smile playing on her lips.

I felt my heart warm at that and I wondered if I was the reason behind that smile.

But no, she never smiles at me.

I frowned.

"Good morning, Mr.Sinclair."

"Morning, Ms.Stewart" I muttered.

As we got into the car, her smile slowly vanished and out of the corner of my eye, I could see her cutting glances at me.

"I'm sorry for making you wait.I was so tired last night that I overslept this morning.’ Last night! When she was with that guy.

I suddenly felt my temper flare.

Taking in a deep breath, I kept my eyes focused on the road.

"That's okay.The unexpected rain must have slowed down the bus service.And you probably reached your dorm late and slept late"

"Oh, no" she said.

"The bus service was fine-"

I pressed my lips into a thin line, waiting for her to speak further.

It's like she's hesitating.

"Okay, I finally said.I cut a glance in her direction and she was looking outside the window.Why wouldn't you tell me about the coffee shop and Liam, Caroline? But then, why would you? "Actually" she started and I quickly averted my gaze back to the road, "I work at this coffee shop near my college"

Was she a mind reader? "Oh" I said.

"Yeah.

And since I've been missing all my shifts recently, I need to fill in some extra shifts tomorrow and I also need to volunteer for something in the afternoon, so I was wondering if I could get a day off?"

Her eyes were hopeful, like a little kid asking for candy.

"I see.What kind of volunteering?"

"Oh, it's just for a stall at the college carnival."

"Okay" I nodded.

"You can take tomorrow off" "Thank you."

She smiled.

I couldn't help but smile back.

She looked so beautiful when she smiled.

She always looked beautiful.

"What time does your shift start every day?" I asked.

"8 if I go in the morning or 6 in the evening whenever I used to intern at Mr.Andrews’.

I thought for a moment.

"Do you like working there?"

"At the coffee shop?" I nodded.

With a sigh, she leaned back into the seat.

I'll take that as a no.

its ups and downs.Some co-workers are so bitchy—I'm sorry" she apologized

co-workers are really impolite and sometimes I don't

"Quit it,’ I said.

She blinked at me.

be so

"I can't, she muttered.

I said, I

paying you a lot

Penny comes back." She

I frowned.

could I forget that she was only my temporary assistant and that after a few weeks, she'd go back

That thought bothered me.

I said and

after a

you to call me Nick”

lips into a

"Okay, Nick."

if testing

"Yes, Caroline?" I smiled.

"Where are we going?"

the look of realization on her

her ears about this being a

funny how I knew she would

She cleared her throat.

a

would I ask you to

stared back at

At this, I chuckled.

the rest of

I probably scared her.

I finally parked the car in the parking

already stepped out of the car and was looking all around

or if it was a

and

isn't a restaurant"

"Nope.

"Where are we?"

the delicious sweet items behind the

then, as unexpected as it was, a laugh

sweets but coming this far in the morning just for

looked up at

we doing

a cake tasting.’

"What?"

coming

you were

I'm not. It's for

have missed the look of

"Oh"

let out

why bring me

my assistant.Why wouldn't I bring you

looked around the

of a girl and one

to find my eight-year-old twin cousins,

as they literally climbed up my body together, one from each side and gave me

you doing

asked in confusion while setting them

"Didn't you have school?"

"We did."

in unison and then stared at each other, rolled their

Dad brought us along" Layla

my uncle who owned this

James’ family and my grandpa were the only close relatives I knew

no relatives, just his friend Walter Reed, who he considered more than a

Reeds were good family

looked up from the

went

"How are you, Nick?"

I smiled and my uncle looked

find Caroline smiling down

my assistant,’ I told him and Caroline walked up to us

Price,’