Chapter 84

"I've been drinking-I can't drive," Fraser said, his tone full of innocent conviction. "God knows when my assistant will show up. I've just started recovering, there's no way I'm staying up late. So... mind giving me a ride home?" Bellamy almost exploded on the spot. Who was the one insisting on booze at the hotpot place? Didn't she just try to talk him out of it? And he still went ahead with, "I drink, and you got a problem with that?" Now he's coming back asking her for a ride? Did his ego come with its own zip code or what!? Bellamy wasn't even going to waste breath on him. She spun on her heel and said coldly, "Call a cab. Don't tell me Mr. Big Shot can't afford a taxi?" "Of course I can afford one. The profits from just one resort project could buy out an entire cab fleet." Fraser crossed his arms, lazily drawling, "But it's cool. Sounds like you don't want that resort project all that badly." Bellamy came to an abrupt stop, whipping back around to glare at him, only to find that