Kidnapped by my mate (Belle and Grayson) novel Chapter 24

Kidnapped by My Mate Chapter 24

Once we’d had our coffees and croissants, Grayson and I wandered around the streets of Paris, chatting and watching as the city woke up. I was beginning to understand why Paris was considered to be such a romantic city.

I can definitely imagine myself falling in love here.

We walked all the way to the Notre–Dame cathedral and sat on the steps for a bit before going to a very fancy restaurant nearby for lunch. I felt odd sitting there in my jeans and sweater, but the food made up for any discomfort that I might have had.

“Oh my Go d, that was amazing!” I said when I had finished.

“I told you I would bring you to the best restaurant in Paris,” Grayson said.

“Yeah, well, you weren’t lying.”

Our waiter came by then and set down our check.

“Whenever you’re ready,” he said in a thick French accent and then walked

away.

I reached for it, ready to pay whatever the cost as Grayson had paid for our food last night and our coffee this morning, but he sn atched it away before I could grab it.

“No,” he stated firmly.

I rolled my eyes. “Grayson, please let me pay for this. You already have paid for so much. I’ll feel terrible if you don’t let me at least buy you lunch.”

He was already reaching into his pocket for his wallet.

“Absolutely not. As long as you’re with me, you will never pay for anything. In fact, I am determined to make sure that you never pay for anything ever again.”

I scoffed. There was no way I would let that happen.

w about you at least let me pay for my meal? It’ll make me feel better and not like I’m hing off of you, stealing all of your money.”

“Argue all you want; it’s not going to happen.”

He placed his card in with the check and then lifted it up for the waiter to see. But before he closed the check folder, I caught a glimpse of the price of the meal.

My eyes widened. Maybe it was better that I wasn’t paying for it.

Just my meal would’ve cost me several shifts at the diner.

“Where do you get all of your money, anyway?” I asked. Then I realized what I had just said. “Oh, sorry, is that a rude question?”

“No, not rude at all. My family owns a large hunting company with thousands of workers who keep my pack afloat and then some. We provide animals both alive and dead for anyb*dy who wishes to buy them.”

Just then, our waiter came into view. He approached our table when he saw Grayson waving.

“Please take this away before my date tries to pay again,” Grayson said in an amused tone, handing the man the folder.

I glared at him.

When the waiter was gone I asked, “So you kill animals?”

Grayson chuckled and took my hand from across the table.

“Don’t look so frightened, beautiful. It’s the circle of life. And I must provide for my pack in some way. “Besides, what else would you expect from a pack of werewolves? We already hunt in our wolf forms to keep our wolves sane. We might as well make some money off it.”

I still didn’t love the idea, but I decided not to argue.

Once Grayson had officially paid, we stood and left, continuing our exploration of Paris.

I had never walked so much in my life; my feet were beginning to hurt, but I didn’t want my time with Grayson to end. It all felt so magical.

“This day hasn’t even felt real. It’s probably been the best day of my life,” I told Grayson, complete sincerity in my voice.

Grayson nodded his head in agreement, smiling. “Just you wait. Tomorrow, I’m taking you to the Louvre. You’ll be amazed.”

I stopped walking. “Tomorrow?” I asked. “I thought we were going home tomorrow.”

yson faced me. “Yes, but I thought one more day wouldn’t hurt. I must get back to my pack men, anyway. And my private jet won’t be ready until tomorrow night.”

You have a private jet?” I asked in complete shock.

Why didn’t you just fly that to Paris?”