Kidnapped by my mate (Belle and Grayson) novel Chapter 26

Kidnapped by My Mate Chapter 26

BELLE

I could hear my heart beating in my ears as I ran down the streets of Paris to where I hoped my mother lived. I couldn’t stop looking behind me, waiting for Grayson to come around the corner and chase after me. But he never came…

By a stroke of luck, I was able to sl*p into my mother’s building, and in very little time, I found myself standing in front of the door of her apartment. I knocked on the door quickly, hoping to G od that someone would be home, otherwise this would all be for nothing.

“Just one second!” I heard someone shout from the other side of the door.

I nervously ran my sweaty palms over my jeans as I looked up and down the extremely fancy hallway, hoping I wasn’t about to see Grayson come up the steps behind me before I got the chance to talk to my mother.

This place was really nice. I’d known that my mother’s husband was rich, but I hadn’t remembered her living somewhere this nice.

The door opened and my mother stood in front of me, wiping her wet hands on her apron. She didn’t look at me just yet.

“Sorry, about that. I was making dinner and had my hands are covered in chicken fat.”

Then she lifted her head, and her eyes widened as they met mine.

I gave her a small smile and shrugged. “Hi, Mom.”

“Belle!” She pulled me to her, wrapping her arms tightly around me. It was the sort of hug she used to give to me when I was younger–after I’d won a soccer game or gotten home from a long day at school.

It made me feel warm.

I was surprised that she was showing me any affection at all. I couldn’t remember the last time she’d hugged me.

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, my darling girl, you have no idea how worried I was!” She held me tighter and then moved back. She took my face in her hands. “Oh, you’ve gotten so beautiful.”

I pulled away a bit. “You were worried about me?”

Her face dropped and then turned sympathetic. She glanced down the hall in both directions, as if she was making sure that no one was watching, and then looked back at me.

“Why don’t you come in?” she motioned to the inside of her apartment.

I nodded and hesitantly followed her inside.

She led me to a lavish living room that was very well decorated. It was all white with accents of gray and cream. I didn’t even want to sit down in case I stained her furniture.

My mother smiled at me as she sat, removing the apron tied around her waist. She fit perfectly

with her decor.

She was wearing a black A–line skirt and a white blouse, with pearls in her ears and her hair up in an elegant bun. She looked beautiful–like the perfect housewife.

After I’d sat down, she spoke: “You came at a good time. The kids are at school and Carl is at work. We have the entire apartment to ourselves.” She was wringing her hands nervously. “I’m so happy to see you, Belle.”

I nodded, not knowing how to react to all the affection that she was giving me. I looked around me. It didn’t seem like any children lived here.