Chapter 82

The last word cut off abruptly. Bellamy felt a shiver crawl down her spine, the back of her ears burning up. Seriously? Fraser and his antics never end! Totally thrown off, she quickly turned her head toward the crowd and forced herself to refocus, her expression switching into business mode as she began flipping through her slides. She looked so adorably flustered trying to keep it together... Fraser smirked, clearly enjoying the show, his dark eyes shamelessly fixed on her the whole time. As things went on, he quietly listened. At one point, a sneer tugged at his lips, clearly unimpressed by something. Bellamy caught it and shot him a fierce "What now?" glare. He took the cue, gave her a cryptic smile, but chose not to say anything. You can only tease a little cat for so long-push too far and she might pounce. Bellamy kept talking on stage for over ten minutes. By the time she stepped down, her palms were drenched. She could totally blame that devil Fraser for this. As she passed Nat