Chapter 68

It took Bellamy quite the effort to shake off Dexter. She hopped out of the cab alone, only to spot a slick black Range Rover parked right at the entrance of her apartment. The driver's door swung open, and out stepped Fraser. He wore just a white shirt, the tie around his neck barely hanging on, sleeves casually rolled up to reveal defined forearms. With the moonlight casting down, his whole vibe was effortlessly attractive-chilly, stylish, borderline intimidating. Bellamy's brain short-circuited for a second, then snapped back. Yup, he totally came here to grill her. Without a word, she bolted. Too bad Fraser's legs were longer than her patience. In just a flash, he caught up and hoisted her like she weighed nothing, setting her down on the hood. One hand on her waist, the other prying her legs apart, and he planted himself right between them. "Where's the pretty boy? Why are you taking a cab alone?" His lips curved up, but the smirk he wore was colder than the night air. Bellamy did