Kidnapped by my mate (Belle and Grayson) novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1
BELLE

I couldn’t keep my eyes off the man across the bar from me.

At that moment, I wished that I had dressed up for my flight to Paris.

When our eyes met for a moment, a wave rushed through my b*dy, an unfamiliar feeling I had never experienced. It was like I had found all the answers I was looking for.

I dropped my gaze, turning to the drink in front of me. I needed to calm my nerves. Flying made

me nervous.

Slowly, my eyes drifted back to the man, who was now looking down at his phone.

He was breathtaking… Large to the point that he almost looked comical in his barstool.

His muscles strained against his black shirt and blue jeans, telling me he must’ve spent quite a lot of time in the gym. He had chocolate-brown hair, mesmerizing dark-green eyes, and a jaw that could’ve cut through diamond.

His l*ps were luscious and full, and I unconsciously leaned in, imagining how it would feel to press my l*ps against them. I imagined what I might do if I were the sort of person that was confident enough to approach him.

I found myself daydreaming about the possibilities…

“What’s your name?” I would ask from across the bar.

He would smile and bring his drink along to sit right next to me.

Then he would lean in and whisper his name into my ear, his l*ps grazing my earlobe.

“Meet me in the bathroom,” I would wink before walking away.

I would feel his eyes burning the back of my n*eck.

A few moments later he would burst through the door, his eyes dripping with desire.

TED hard b*dy would press against mine, nearly knocking the air out of me.

He would push me up against the sink, k*ssing my n*eck, my legs straddled around him.

“Alpha,” a man approached him. “It’s time to board the plane.”

of time in the gym. He had chocol could’ve cut through diamond.

His l*ps were luscious and full, and I unconsciously leaned in, imagining how it would feel to press my l*ps against them. I imagined what I might do if I were the sort of confident enough to approach him.

person

that was

I found myself daydreaming about the possibilities…

“What’s your name?” I would ask from across the bar.

He would smile and bring his drink along to sit right next to me.

Then he would lean in and whisper his name into my ear, his l*ps grazing my

earlobe.

“Meet me in the bathroom,” I would wink before walking away.

I would feel his eyes burning the back of my n*eck.

A few moments later he would burst through the door, his eyes dripping with desire.

His hard b*dy would press against mine, nearly knocking the air out of me.

He would push me up against the sink, k*ssing my n*eck, my legs straddled around him.

“Alpha,” a man approached him. “It’s time to board the plane.”

What a strange way to speak to someone, I thought to myself, downing the last few sips of

drink.

my

Before he got up, the gorgeous stranger looked at me one last time, a mischievous smile on his face, like he could read my every thought.

“Final boarding call for Flight 2497 to Paris,” the announcement boomed overhead.

“S hit,” I looked at the time. I was late.

I ushered the bartender over. “May I have the check please?”

“Don’t

worry

about it darling,” she said. “That gentleman over there already paid for it.”

How strange… He paid for my drink and yet did not say a word to me.

I tried to push away my thoughts about the stranger as I walked across the airport toward the G , luggage in tow. I couldn’t seem to calm myself down, even though I tried.

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I absolutely hated flying.

And an eleven-hour flight to Paris was the last thing I wanted to be doing the day before Christmas Eve. But my mother had begged me to come spend the holidays with her and her hushand

And an eleven-hour flight to Paris was th

Christmas Eve. But my mother had begged me to come spend the holidays with her and her husband.

I knew that she’d only invited me out of guilt.

I hadn’t seen my mother in over five years, and she’d seemed to have no problem leaving me behind after my dad had gotten sick. It had only taken her one year to get remarried and one more to have a kid.

Once on the airplane, I couldn’t keep my hands from shaking.