Chapter 7 Chapter 7 His Irresistible Little Witch

Lydia deliberately touched the nerve she knew Bellamy hated most-her background. And she did it where it would hurt the most: right in front of Fraser.

She was trying to remind Fraser that Bellamy didn't come from a respectable place, hoping he'd see how hot-headed and uncultured Bellamy really was.

She wanted to highlight just how elegant and polished she herself was-by comparison.

But before Bellamy could even react, Fraser gave a faint, casual smile.

"Best be careful with what you say to her. Bellamy's not like you, some polished lady from a big family. She gets mad, she hits."

Dressed in a sleek black suit, Fraser looked like he'd melted into the night.

He was smiling, yeah, but his whole vibe was colder than the dark around him.

A chill crept up Lydia's spine out of nowhere.

Did she not manage to provoke Bellamy... but instead end up ticking off Fraser?

And that word "lady" in his sentence sounded more like shade than praise.

Lydia realized she'd messed up big time. She didn't dare stick around, afraid she'd say something worse.

Her manicured nails dug into her palm as she forced a smile, said goodbye, and left quickly.

*****

On the way back, Bellamy clung to Fraser's waist and wouldn't let go, no matter what he said.

He gave up trying to peel her off. When they got out of the car, he just picked her up and carried her inside, gritting between his teeth as he nipped at her earlobe,

"Seriously? Are you actually drunk or just putting on a show now?"

Bellamy looked up at him with a dazed grin, her gaze all soft and hazy-like she really was hammered.

"You said I'm not like Lydia, right? So what does that make me?"

That clueless look of hers was ridiculously cute, and Fraser couldn't help but grin back.

"You're my little witch," he said, eyes twinkling.

My irresistible little witch.

"I like that answer." Bellamy narrowed her eyes like a sly fox, burying her face against his neck, giggling.

Then, without warning, she bit him. Hard. But right after, she gently licked where she'd bitten, like she was sorry.

She moved slow, painfully slow, and Fraser shivered at the sensation, like his whole back had caught fire.

Bellamy giggled, eyes barely slitted from laughter, and her fingers started wandering-from his back to his chest, then further south.

At that point, Fraser wasn't capable of rational thought anymore. His ears turned so red they might as well have been glowing.

He scooped her up and stormed inside the apartment, tossed her onto the couch, tore off his jacket without a second thought and leaned over her.

As he got closer to her vividly red lips, he frowned at the mess of lipstick. Without thinking, he wiped it off roughly with the sleeve of his crisp white shirt.

The color was gone, but her lips, now slightly battered and even redder from the scrubbing, looked ridiculously tempting.

Bellamy parted those ruby-red lips and whispered,

"Fraser, you know witches like me are born to drive people wild, right?"

Fraser's eyes darkened with intense heat as he ripped open her red dress.

"Oh, I know. And that's exactly what I love most about you."

Breathless and tangled up in each other, Bellamy opened her eyes with some effort.

Fraser was completely lost in the moment, pushing her to the edge without a hint of mercy.

To outsiders, Fraser always seemed collected, polite-someone with absolute self-control.

But this... this unhinged side of him? Only she got to see that.

This version of Fraser belonged to her, and her alone.

Only in moments like these did Bellamy feel like she wasn't all alone in the world.

*****

After the wild night at the party, reports about Fraser-now the freshly appointed CEO of the Branwell Corporation-were everywhere.

The headlines were all the same: [Ivy League double PhDs in Psychology and Economics]; [made waves on Wall Street as a star executive during his studies overseas; [ridiculously good-looking, poised, young and successful].

He'd basically become the most sought-after bachelor in Cavelle City. Girls across the city were losing their minds.

Bellamy, muscles aching all over the next morning, rubbed her eyes and saw the news flash across her phone.