Kidnapped by my mate (Belle and Grayson) novel Chapter 7

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Kidnapped by My Mate

Chapter 7

BELLE

I woke up before Grayson did, and I had no clue what to do. I could feel his breath against the back of my n*eck, slow and steady. I thought of my mom and wondered if she was worried after I hadn’t shown up at her apartment last night.

Maybe she would call the police and they’d come looking for me.

But there was a large chance that she hadn’t even noticed I wasn’t there or just assumed that I hadn’t come out of anger. That sounded like something I would do. So it would be smart not to rely on her trying to find me.

I was on my own. I had to find my way out of here. But how?

I could try to run away again, but the memory of the pain that I’d experienced earlier this morning went through my mind. There was no way I was doing that again.

So I had some options: I could completely give up-just lie there and wait for Grayson to wake up, and let him have his way with me.

Why does that sound like a good option?

I could wait for Grayson to wake up, then pretend to still be asleep till he hopefully left the room, then try to find my way out.

I could act sweet and like I trusted him, and then pull a sneak attack and try to knock him out- with a lamp or something, and then run away.

I could be really, horribly mean to him and hope that he got sick of me and kicked me to the curb. That could work, right?

I could hope that my mom actually did care about my absence enough to call the police.

It’s unlikely but it could happen.

It suddenly occurred to me that it was Christmas Eve. I was supposed to be with my family

brating Christmas in Paris, enjoying life for the first time since my dad had died.

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My dad. G od I missed him.

If I had known last year that it was the last Christmas that I would spend with him, I wouldn’t

have taken it for granted. We’d always had the best Christmases together.