Kidnapped By My Mate (Beautiful Belle and Alpha Grayson)

Chapter 5

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 was I?

For a second, I thought that 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 laying 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 laying on the chest of a very, very muscular sleeping man. I looked at his face.

Oh, my God. 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 neck and I whimpered when I felt a tender wound.

He bit me!

Grayson shifted a bit in his sleep and I panicked for a moment. Had I woken him up? And 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 ever came. He was still asleep. Thank God.

I panicked for a second, wondering why I was alone in a room with him sleeping. I didn't remember anything about how I had gotten there. Oh God, had I slept with him? I quickly felt for my clothes and let out a sigh of relief when I saw that I was still in my leggings and t-shirt that I was wearing on the plane. Grayson, however, was only in 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 absolutely huge and the bed that I was on had to be bigger than a kingsize. I noticed my luggage in the corner. Okay, that was good. I still had all of my clothes. I looked out the window. I was definitely in a city based on all the lights and buildings. But what city? Was I in Paris or had this sociopath taken me somewhere else?

I let out a sigh of relief 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 that I 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 head that he was insane. But how? My legs were tangled together with his and his arms were wrapped tightly around me. Could I move 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 could 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 before I moved again, waiting for his face to return to normal and then finally removed his other arm and placed it beside him on the bed. My body felt a bit cold now that I wasn't wrapped in his embrace but I ignored it. I slowly and quietly began to scooch my body away from his and then crawled to the edge of the enormous bed until my feet touched the cold floor. I stood.

I was free!

But I didn't have time to celebrate. I had to find a phone or a way out of there before Grayson woke up. I looked around the room, searching for a phone but there was none in sight. Okay, so my only option was to leave and make a mad dash to the nearest other human being and ask for help.

I tiptoed to the door closest to me, cringing every time the hardwood floors squeaked.

Right as I was about to put my hand on the handle, a voice spoke, "Belle."

I jumped and let out a terrified shriek. I quickly turned around and saw Grayson laying on his side in the bed, his head propped up by his hand as he watched me, an amused look on his face. "Come back to bed," his husky voice spoke. It sent shivers down my spine. "It's too early in the morning and I'm exhausted." He laid back on his back and draped his arm over his eyes, sighing. His chest began to rise and fall rhythmically. Had he gone back to sleep?

I turned back to the door behind me and twisted the doorknob. "That's a closet, baby doll," his voice said. I looked back at him. He was still lying on his back, not looking at me. I opened the door and looked inside. He was right. This was indeed a closet.

I quickly sprinted to the other side of the wall where there was another door and yanked it open. But before I could sprint out I heard Grayson speak again. "Belle, please come back to bed. I know you're freaked out but I promise I'll explain everything to you later. I have no energy to deal with this after almost shifting and marking you."

I had no clue what he was talking about. Shifting? Marking? He was now looking at me with a lazy, annoyed look in his eyes as if I was somehow greatly inconveniencing him. I was inconveniencing him? He had kidnapped me! I was scared out of my mind and he was just lying there, trying to get beauty sleep!

Screw talking to him later! Screw talking to him ever again! I turned back to the door, ready to run out but his voice stopped me once again. "Belle, if you leave this room, you will start to feel really sick and dizzy. You can't be away from me so soon after marking. I bet that bite mark of yours on your neck is already starting to hurt, isn't it?"

I hadn't noticed it before but now that he mentioned it, the bite was throbbing painfully almost as if it had its own heartbeat. I touched it and whimpered when it flared up with painful heat.

Grayson sat up, watching me. "See, I know what I'm talking about, don't I? I know it hurts, baby, but come back to bed and I can make all the pain go away. I'll take care of you." His eyes turned a shade darker as he smirked.

What was he implying? Oh, my God, was he going to rape me?

I quickly shook my head and backed away, my feet basically tripping over themselves. I was not going to be raped. I was not going to spend another second in the presence of this psycho. Without breaking eye contact with him, I turned and sprinted out the door and ran for dear life.