Kidnapped by my mate (Belle and Grayson) novel Chapter 23

Kidnapped by My Mate Chapter 23

BELLE

The Eiffel Tower glittered with a million sparkling lights. It was breathtaking.

The radiant building shone across the city of Paris, casting a warm yellow glow as we all gazed up at it. I couldn’t help the smile that took over my face.

“Is this what you were waiting for?” I asked Grayson.

He nodded as he watched me, giving me a smile that took my

breath away.

“When I was a kid, my mom and I used to come here every year after the Alpha Conference and watch it light up. She would take me to the exact store we just went to and buy the most expensive bottle of wine they had.

“Then we would go and get bread and cheese from the grocery store down the street, and then we’d come and sit here and watch the Eiffel Tower light up under the stars!

“She would even let me have my own glass of wine. It was one of my favorite days of the one reason I love Paris so much.”

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I had never seen this side of Grayson. I’d seen him as an aggressive lover and as my caretaker, but I’d never seen him be vulnerable. I hadn’t even known that this tough, possessive alpha male had a vulnerable side. It touched me that he was willing to share it with me–made me like him

even more.

“What?” he suddenly asked.

That shook me out of my admiring daze. “What?” I asked back.

He chuckled. “You were staring at me. Not that I minded. I would just like to know what’s got you thinking so hard.”

I blushed. There was no way I could let him know that I was thinking about how much I liked

him.

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thing,” I said quickly. “I was just imagining what a beautiful scene it must’ve been, you and ir mother sitting under the stars in Paris.”

He nodded and looked up at the tower solemnly. “Yeah. It was.”

He nodded and looked up at the tower solemnly. “Yeah. It was.”

“Does she not come with you to Paris anymore?”

His eyes turned glossy and he was quiet for a moment. “No. She and my father died almost five years ago.”

“Oh, Grayson, I’m so sorry.” I put my hand on his shoulder. “I can see how much they meant to you. That must’ve been terrible.”

He took a deep breath and then turned his head to place a k*ss on my hand.

“It was a long time ago. No need to dwell on the past.”

He leaned over to where he’d spread out our food and wine.