Kidnapped by my mate (Belle and Grayson) novel Chapter 5

Chapter 5
Kidnapped by My Mate Chapter 5

BELLE

When I woke up again, everything was dark.

The only light that I could see was coming out of what I assumed to be a window behind me, casting moonlight throughout the room.

Where am I?

For a second, I thought I was back in my room at home, and I let out a sigh and shifted, nuzzling back into my pillow. But then I paused. Whatever I was lying on was not a pillow…

It was hard and warm and moving up and down. I lifted my head to get a better look.

I was lying on the chest of a very, very muscular sleeping man.

I looked at his face.

Oh my G od. It was Grayson.

Everything that had happened in the last day suddenly came flooding back to me: the plane, his eyes, him strangling someone.

My hand flew up to touch my

He bit me!

n*eck, and I whimpered when I felt a tender wound.

Grayson stirred in his sleep, and I panicked for a moment. Had I woken him up? Then he yanked me back to his chest and tightened his arms around me. He pressed his nose to my hair and let out a satisfied grumble.

I held my breath, waiting for more movement, but none came. He was still asleep.

Thank G od.

I panicked for a second, wondering why I was alone in a room with him sleeping. I remembered

nothing about how I had gotten there.

同

G od, did I sleep with him?

I quickly felt for my clothes and let out a sigh of relief when I saw that I was still in the leggingst

to.

I quickly felt for my clothes and let out a sigh of relief when I saw that I was still in the leggings and T–shirt that I’d been wearing on the plane. Grayson, however, was only in a pair of boxers.

I felt my face heat up. Why wasn’t he wearing any clothes?

I looked around the room. This was definitely not my bedroom back home. From what I could see in the dark, I was in a hotel room–a really nice hotel room.

It was huge, and the bed I was on had to be bigger than king–size.

I noticed my luggage in the corner. Okay, that was good. I still had all of my clothes. I stretched my n*eck to see out the window. Lots of lights seemed to be coming from below–I was definitely in a city.

But what city?

Was I in Paris or had this sociopath taken me somewhere else?

I exhaled deeply when I saw something out the window. It was far in the distance, barely visible,

but it was there: The Eiffel Tower.

I was in a hotel in Paris with a man I had met on a plane who seemed to have kidnapped me. This was not good.

I looked back at Grayson. Obviously, I had to get away from him. There was no doubt in my

mind that he was insane. But how?

My legs were tangled together with his, and his arms were wrapped tightly around me.

Could I escape without waking him up?

I tried moving my legs first, slowly untangling them from his. I looked back at his face. He didn’t

move.

Success! Okay, I can do this.

I slowly grabbed one of his arms and pried it away from my waist. Grayson mumbled something incoherent. My eyes shot up to him. A frown had formed on his face, but it didn’t seem like he had woken up.

I waited a few minutes for his face to return to normal before I moved again, then I finally removed his other arm and placed it beside him on the bed.