Kidnapped by my Mate

Dept

Wanda

When the man saw me go pale, his expression softened, maybe I was just imagining it.

"You're the principal of a cooking school, I take it you know how to cook?" He asked me. I nodded, not trusting my voice.

"Good, you'll cook for us both at lunchtime and in the evening, and you'll show me the plans for the next three days on Sunday and Wednesday. I'll then go and buy the groceries." He said to me.

Cooking. Huh.

"You can write everything you need on the shopping list. But don't try anything stupid by trying to poison me with herbs, you wouldn't like the consequences." He said somberly.

Poison him? The thought was so absurd that I had to chuckle before I could suppress it.

What was I supposed to poison him with? Basil? Oregano?

"Am I amusing you?" He asked and his tone made me wince.

I shook my head quickly.

"If you want something special to eat or anything else to make your time here more enjoyable, you can write anything on the shopping list. I'll get it for you as soon as possible."

Huh?

"What?" The question came out of my mouth before I could stop it. Again, he looked at me with amusement.

"I prefer to eat healthy and high in protein. If you want a Ben & Jerry's with chocolate chips for yourself, just put it on the list."

Again, all the color drained from my face.

How did he know that?

"I know a lot about you, Wanda." Said the man.

My pulse began to race, he knew my name.

Well, of course he did, his father had kidnapped me and had probably told him everything he knew about me.

My anger got the better of me, it made me so angry that I was kidnapped. Just because a man wanted me for himself. And now I had been bought for the second time. From my mate, this was not how I had imagined meeting him.

"What's your name?" I asked the man in front of me. His eyebrow rose and I let my own eyebrow shoot up.

What did he want to do to me? He was waiting for me later in the kitchen.

"Gideon." He said and his deep voice sent a shiver through my body.

"Ok." I said more to myself than to him.

"Well, you'll cook at noon and 6:30 and start tomorrow. Twice a week my housekeeper will come. She won't help you escape, so don't waste energy trying to escape. All the doors are biometrically secured, you can't get out without me. The whole building is mine, we are on the fifth floor, below us is my own gym and unoccupied guest rooms. My office and my employees are on the first floor, otherwise the building is empty. No one will hear or see you. All my electronic devices are protected, you won't find a phone or laptop. You will stay with me this year, then I will let you go." He said.

"You're letting me go?" I asked, surprised.

"Yes, like I said I'm a monster, there's no room for a mate in my life. I don't deny that I find you attractive, but I can't and won't keep you. I don't think I'm the mate you wanted either."

Even if he was right with his statement, it still did hurt.

"Then why don't you reject me and let me go?" I asked.

"If I let you go now, my father will find out and when he realizes that you are my mate, he will kill you. My father told the other buyer that you're dead and to prevent him from seeing you by chance, you have to go into hiding for a while."

"I have to go into hiding for a year because of this other man?" I asked shrilly.

"No, but you still owe me the money, you'll pay it off in a year and then you can leave, I'll reject you so you can find your second chance mate." He said bitterly.

I swallowed, even though it made no sense at all, the thought of being rejected by him was painful.

He was a rouge, and not just a rouge, the son of the rouge king. Did that make him a prince?

Of course he didn't look like the rouges who had attacked me, but he was still one of them and I didn't like rouges. I feared them.

"Come on, I'll show you the apartment. You can move freely on this floor and into any room you want." Gideo said and got up from his chair.

I got up too and followed him out of the large living room. He led me to the kitchen first. The floor in the whole apartment was made of wood. The kitchen was large, there was a big cooking island, lots of storage space and a pantry. There was a small breakfast table for two by the window.

"You'll be able to cook here, if you need anything, just let me know."

A balcony ran around the entire top floor with a whirlpool on it. A little away from it there was a lounge, a seating area for 12 people and a grill. As it was winter it was to cold to swim outside. Gideo brought me back inside to a room near the Kitchen and led me inside.

There was a large indorepool on one side. It wasn't big enough to swim in, but big enough to fit 10 people. There were several loungers around it. You could see outside, as one wall was a glasfront.

"You can swim here at any time, I usually work during the day and won't be here then. I will be working this afternoon, so you will have it all to yourself." Gideon said.

That was good to know, even though there was no one around to help me. The other buildings were a good distance away. I couldn't see through the windows, so no one would see me either.

He said and led me through the apartment, he showed me his office, a library and a TV room. We came to a corridor where there were two doors. We went towards the left door.

"This is your room, it has its own bathroom. You can put your laundry in the basket and it will be washed and brought to your room the next day." Gideo said and gave me time to look at the room.

It looked like a suite, there was a four-poster bed with curtains, a dressing table, floor-to-ceiling windows and a rack full of books. One door led into a bathroom that was the same size as the bedroom and the other into a dressing room. My suitcase was in the dressing room.

I walked towards it and slapped my hand over my mouth. It meant so much to me to have some of my personal belongings with me in this situation.

Gideo had stepped behind me, not touching me but close enough for me to feel his body heat.

"I thought you might like to have your own clothes. Feel free to take anything from the dressing room." Gideon said close to my ear, a shiver ran through my body.

Only then did I look around, there were dresses, pants, shirts, sweaters, shoes, bags and accessories hanging in the dressing room.

"Do you regularly kidnap women, that you own so many women's clothes?" I asked him with a raised eyebrow as I turned to face him.

He smiled softly at me as he tucked a strand of hair under my ear.

His smile was the sexiest I had ever seen. His face was even more beautiful when he smiled.

"They're all for you." He said, leaving me speechless.