Nick's Trouble

Only You

Chapter Eight - Only You

Nick

"Caroline Stewart?" I asked the guy standing in front of me, who stared at me weirdly like I'd asked a rocket science question.

He shrugged.

"Rebekah Andrews?" I raised a brow.

His eyes lit up in recognition and I frowned.

"Last door down the hall on your left."

Nodding, I walked over to the door and stood there for a few moments like an idiot, debating if this was a good idea or not.

Finally, I lifted my hand up and knocked.

Footsteps were heard after a few seconds and the door was swung open.

Rebekah stood there, surprised, before a frown took over her lips.

"Rebekah," I greeted.

"Nick." She narrowed her eyes.

"Is Caroline—"

"Wait." She cut me off, went inside the room and came back a few seconds later.

With a baseball bat in her hand.

I rolled my eyes.

"I'm here to see Caroline," I stated.

Her eyes turned murderous. "You have some nerve showing up here and asking for her."

"I see she told you what happened—"

"Get out," she snapped.

I gritted my teeth in annoyance. "I'm not leaving unless I see her."

"Look." She raised the bat up in the air and pointed it in my direction. "Caroline is a very strong woman. Now, I don't know what manwhoric tricks you played on her but for the first time today, I saw her on the verge of tears."

Damn! I made her cry?

I didn't like what I was hearing. I never meant to hurt her.

"And if you ever—" she narrowed her eyes, "—ever do that again, I will personally sneak into your penthouse and smash one of your expensive vases on your head."

I narrowed my eyes for a moment too.

"Where is she?"

"Are you not listening to me?" she snapped. "You will not see her."

"Sorry Becs, but that's impossible. I hope you realize that she's my assistant."

She scowled.

"Now, if you're done with the drama, I'd like to see Caroline."

"Well, too bad. She's not here right now."

"What? Where is she?" I frowned.

"Happy searching." She gave me a sarcastic smile.

And then the door was shut in my face.

"Dammit!" I cursed under my breath.

Where the hell was Caroline?

Maybe Rebekah was lying and Caroline was in that room listening to everything. That thought made me furious.

I looked down at my watch and realized something.

It was 7 p.m. and Caroline had a shift at 6 p.m.

I quickly went to the parking lot, got into my car, searched on the internet for the nearest coffee shop and started driving towards it, hoping that I would find her there.