Kidnapped by my mate (Belle and Grayson) novel Chapter 9

Kidnapped by My Mate Chapter 9

 

BELLE

There was no way I was taking a shower like he wanted me to. Who knew how long I had before he would come looking for me?

I dropped the blanket I’d been holding around me and then quickly went over to where my leggings and bra were lying on the floor and grabbed them. I went to the bathroom. First, I turned on the shower. It would give me more time if he thought I was doing as he told me.

Next, I used the toilet–I hadn’t gone to the bathroom in a long time–and then I put on my bra and leggings.

I looked at the bathroom door. Okay, time to get out of here.

Leaving the shower on, I exited the bathroom and made my way over to the window.

I hadn’t noticed before, but there was a balcony connected to the room. Convenient.

Before going outside, I gazed at my luggage longingly. I wanted to bring it with me, but I couldn’t let it slow me down.

I would have to send the police to come get it later, after I’d gotten out of here.

I walked out onto the balcony. Wow. It was high up. There were several floors of the hotel below me. I looked up. There were no other floors above me.

We were on the top floor. We were on the f ucking top floor.

Was there another way out of there?

The front door was by the kitchen, and there’d be no way to get to it without passing Grayson since he was making breakfast. So that wasn’t an option. And I hadn’t seen any other doors.

I looked to my left. There was a staircase outside of the window in the next room over. I was assuming it was a fire escape.

at could work!

LIMITED out of the room and snuck into the one next door. This room was identical to the one that Grayson and I had spent the night in. I went to the window and shoved it open. I climbed out of it and made my way onto the fire escape.

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Oh my G od, this might work.

As quietly as I could. I ran down the stairs. I was aware of the fact that the next window I’d pass would lead to the floor that Grayson was on. I needed to be careful, quick, and quiet.

Right before I was about to pass in front of it, I paused. It was open. The window was freaking open. That would make things a lot harder.

I can do this. I have to do this.

Quickly, I crept past the open window without even a glance inside.

Just as I was about to make it to the set of steps that would lead me to the next floor, a hand grabbed my wrist and yanked me backward.

I screamed blo ody murder as I was tugged through the window and thrown over someone’s shoulder. I tried kicking and pounding on the back of whoever was holding me, but they wouldn’t let me go.

“No! Put me down!” I screamed. “Let me go!”

At first I thought it was Grayson who was holding me. But there were no sparks, and this person’s touch made my skin crawl.

And then Grayson spoke: “Bring her over here, Kyle.”

I was carried into the kitchen and then placed on a counter. Grayson was standing next to me, stirring eggs in a skillet on the stove.

“Hi there,” he said casually, glancing up at me.

I swallowed. Was he mad? He knew I was trying to escape.

“Hi.” I breathed out.

He turned back to his scrambled eggs. “Kyle, will you go turn off the shower upstairs please?”

Kyle nodded. “Of course, Alpha.” He gave me one last look and bit his l*p, trying to hide his smile. I glared at him.

He chuckled and walked away, shaking his head.

So trying to escape hadn’t worked. It was now time for plan B: act sweet and nice until Grayson

ts me, and then somehow get out of here.

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Grayson turned to the kitchen island behind him and began to cut strawberries.

“So

you didn’t want to take a shower, huh?”

How do I respond to that? “Um…no.” Chapter 9 of 61

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Oh my G od, this might work.

As quietly as I could, I ran down the stairs. I was aware of the fact that the next window I’d pass would lead to the floor that Grayson was on. I needed to be careful, quick, and quiet.

Right before I was about to pass in front of it, I paused. It was open. The window was freaking open. That would make things a lot harder.

I can do this. I have to do this.

Quickly, I crept past the open window without even a glance inside.

Just as I was about to make it to the set of steps that would lead me to the next floor, a hand grabbed my wrist and yanked me backward.

I screamed blo ody murder as I was tugged through the window and thrown over someone’s shoulder. I tried kicking and pounding on the back of whoever was holding me, but they wouldn’t let me go.

“No! Put me down!” I screamed. “Let me go!”

At first I thought it was Grayson who was holding me. But there were no sparks, and this person’s touch made my skin crawl.

And then Grayson spoke: “Bring her over here, Kyle.”

I was carried into the kitchen and then placed on a counter. Grayson was standing next to me, stirring eggs in a skillet on the stove.

“Hi there,” he said casually, glancing up at me.

I swallowed. Was he mad? He knew I was trying to escape.

“Hi,” I breathed out.

He turned back to his scrambled eggs. “Kyle, will you go turn off the shower upstairs please?”

Kyle nodded. “Of course, Alpha.” He gave me one last look and bit his l*p, trying to hide his smile. I glared at him.

He chuckled and walked away, shaking his head.

So trying to escape hadn’t worked. It was now time for plan B: act sweet and nice until Grayson

ts me, and then somehow get out of here.

 

Grayson turned to the kitchen island behind him and began to cut strawberries.

“So you didn’t want to take a shower, huh?”

How do I respond to that? “Um…no.”

do I respond to that? “Um…no.”

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Uh-huh… Grayson opened the cabinet next to me and grabbed a bowl, then turned back to the strawberries he’d just cut and put them in there.

“What were you doing outside?”

“Um…I-I.” I stuttered. “I wanted to get some fresh air!”

That’s believable, right?

“Out on the fire escape?” he asked, setting the bowl down next to me on the counter.

“Why didn’t

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you just go out onto the balcony connected to our room?” He went back to the eggs and turned off the burner.

Yeah, why didn’t I just go out to the balcony? That was a great question. Nooked down at my lap..

“I… Uh, well, I…”

Grayson’s hand was suddenly on my knee.

“Here, try this.” He put his finger in my mouth. Whatever was on his finger tasted incredible. It was sweet and lemony.

With his finger still in my mouth, I brought my gaze up to Grayson’s. His eyes were pitch black. I moved my head back until his finger exited my mouth with a satisfying pop.

“Do

you like it?” he asked, his voice deep and husky.

I nodded.

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“It’s for the lemon loaf,” he explained. His eyes never left my l*ps. “You’ve got a little something right there.”

He stepped in between my legs and put his hand on the back of my n*eck, guiding my face closer

to his.

I thought seriously about pushing him away, but then my act of being sweet would be over already.

He took my lower l*p into his mouth and sucked it clean.

I leaned in closer to him, unable to control myself and wanting to press my l*ps to his, but he