Mr. London: A Novel

by Margot Scott

  Three months later

  Alex McCall missed his partner. He had visited Nick twice since his hospitalization. Both visits were the same – Alex attempting to converse with Nick, while Nick sat in a wheelchair, staring into space. It was too much for Alex, who felt a massive sense of loss and sorrow for what had happened to his partner, his friend.

  Alex’s sense of loss and sorrow would only become much deeper and wider in the months that followed. His lovely pregnant wife, Michelle, was involved in a hit and run accident while riding her bike in London, and died instantly. Alex and the team at MI-5 knew it was no accident, knowing full well it was Rossi’s gang of Mafia out to get Alex. Alex slept with one eye open, paranoia a way of life. Eventually, MI-5 tracked the assassin down, killing him and his accomplices. A few months later, Alex quit MI-5. He went underground, still grieving the loss of his wife and unborn child, living in his own private hell.

  Nick Stone, too, lived in his own private hell. Six months of intensive psychiatric treatment, and still no discharge date in sight. His doctors and therapists all said he was progressing, but that he still required in-patient hospitalization. No matter, Nick thought. He would continue to play the game, telling them what they wanted to hear. One day he would be free. And then he would find Alex. Retribution. Pay back.

  As Nick was thinking about all of this, he stood in front of a window, staring out, gripping the black bars that covered it, his pale blue hospital gown hanging off his skeletal frame. Slowly, a faint smile spread across Nick’s face, his head titled. He stood there for hours, a thin line of drool dripping down the corner of his mouth.

  Chapter 23

  The Mediterranean sun warmed Caprice’s body, giving her a bronzy, all over glow. She stretched her long, tanned legs, while turning over on the lounge chair. Caprice closed her eyes, inhaling the salty sea air.

  After Sergio’s violent outburst, Caprice quickly regained her composure. She had excused herself to the bathroom, taking time to reapply her makeup, dabbing her neck with perfume, smoothing down her hair. All the while, she thought about how she was going to make Sergio pay for treating her badly. She was not one of Sergio’s little whores he could slap around. She was Caprice Belmonte, after all. Men did not handle her roughly – well, only when she wanted them too, Caprice thought, smiling.

  Caprice had returned to their meal, slipping into her seat. Sergio was busy ordering his butler to hurry with dessert. Caprice smiled warmly at Sergio, running her bare foot up his leg, knowing how to regain control over the situation.

  After dessert, Caprice whispered into Sergio’s ear, “I have another dessert for you, bell’uomo.” She took Sergio’s hand, leading him to the bedroom. Caprice put on some sultry music and began slowly undressing, her hips swaying to the beat. Turning away from Sergio, she unzipped her dress, inch by inch, letting it fall to the floor. Caprice enjoyed this seductive dance, putting on a private show just for Sergio. She loved teasing him, wearing nothing but a smile and her Louboutins.

  Sergio, too, loved every second of it, his cock getting hard. Sergio knew with Caprice that he had to let her know who was in charge, otherwise she would walk all over him. Caprice had to learn to respect him, he thought. Sergio licked his lips as Caprice turned around, bent over, grabbed her ankles, giving him a full view.

  Caprice fucked Sergio just the way she liked to – with her on top, grinding on his massive cock, her tits in his mouth. Her orgasm was exactly what she needed – waves of exquisite pleasure surging through her body, making her feel powerful as she bucked against Sergio. Caprice then sucked him, even more expertly than usual, her technique causing Sergio to roll his eyes back in his head, moaning and groaning her name.

  That’s right, enjoy it. Because you won’t be getting this for awhile, thought Caprice, narrowing her eyes at Sergio while she licked and sucked.

  Then for the finale, Caprice lay on her back while Sergio stuffed his enormous cock in between her breasts, pumping away as fast as he could as Caprice pushed her breasts together. Sergio’s face contorted as he got closer, unable to control himself. He came all over gorgeous breasts, shooting out in long, hot spurts, the best orgasm he’d ever experienced.

  Sergio rolled off Caprice, completely out of breath. Caprice promptly got up from the bed and took a quick shower. She walked back to the bedroom, Sergio still lying there, a contented look on his face, his eyes half closed. Caprice got dressed, began putting her jewelry back on.

  “What are you doing, mia bella?” Sergio asked, sleepily. “Come back to bed, time for sleep.” He patted the side of the bed next to him.

  “Not tonight,” Caprice said matter-of-factly. Caprice slipped on her stilettoes, sauntered across the room and picked up her purse.

  She left with Sergio calling out her name, begging her to come back. “Fine!” he shouted, frustrated. “You’ll be sorry!”

  No, Sergio, you’ll be sorry, Caprice thought as she left his villa. She got into her car, and sped off as quickly as she could.

  Caprice ignored Sergio for the next two weeks. She refused to accept his phone calls, deleted his texts. She called in sick to work. Caprice even checked herself into the very comfortable and luxurious Royal Continental Hotel in Naples for a week, just in case Sergio got any crazy ideas and decided to show up at her apartment harassing her.

  At first, all of this infuriated Sergio. He was not used to a woman treating him like this. Ignoring him! How dare she make a fool out of him! Then he became desperate. He realized how much he needed Caprice, how much he loved fucking her. She had gotten under his skin, and he was desperate to see her again. There was no other woman like Caprice Belmonte, and Sergio would do anything to get her back.

  Finally after two weeks, Caprice decided to forgive Sergio. She had punished him long enough. Caprice hadn’t forgotten about her acting dream, and thought she could work Sergio down to where he would eventually agree to her career. Besides, she was missing his cock.

  Caprice contacted Sergio, and he immediately answered her call. Sergio wined and dined her, taking her out to the most expensive, exclusive restaurant in Naples. He showered her with red roses, and presented her with a gorgeous pink sapphire necklace, her favorite color.

  Later, they fucked all over his villa all weekend long – in the swimming pool, against a wall, in front of the bathroom mirror, everywhere. Even Sergio’s bodyguards wondered how much longer they would keep at it. Eventually, with both Caprice and Sergio sexually satisfied, they fell into a deep sleep. This time, Caprice decided to stay.

  Sergio continued to lavish Caprice with gifts and presents, and had decided to surprise Caprice with a weekend trip to the Isle of Capri on his one hundred and twenty-five foot yacht, aptly named Il Piacere Ricercatore, The Pleasure Seeker. It was to be a weekend devoted to three of Caprice’s favorite pastimes – sun, shopping, and sex.

  Caprice sipped her refreshing cocktail, thinking how nicely her planned had worked. They had returned to the yacht after doing some shopping in Capri. Sergio took her to Dolce & Gabbana, with Sergio buying half of the store for Caprice. She donned her new pair of sunglasses, modeling them for Sergio, while he sat on the dock, enjoying the show.

  Time for a swim, thought Caprice. She stood, removed her sunglasses. Then removed her bikini top. She strutted to the edge of the yacht and executed a graceful dive into the warm Mediterranean Sea. Sergio’s two bodyguards, perched atop the yacht, binoculars in place, were falling all over themselves trying to get a better look at Caprice.

  Sergio was aware of his men lusting after Caprice – you couldn’t blame them. What man wouldn’t lust after such a magnificent creature of a woman? However, they wouldn’t dare speak to Caprice, knowing full well that she belonged to him. Caprice was his possession, and any man had better think twice. Since Caprice’s return, Sergio was now even more possessive of her. He was not going to lose Caprice again – ever.

  Caprice climbed the ladder of the yacht, returning from her
swim in the sea. The warm sea water had invigorated her, tasting the salty sea on her lips. Water dripped off her body, her breasts, causing her nipples to stand to attention.

  Sergio’s cock was standing to attention as well. Caprice gazed over at Sergio. He was staring, mesmerized by her raw sensuality. She loved the effect she had on him, the power it gave her.

  Caprice walked over to Sergio. He was kicked back in a lounge chair, his arms behind his head, legs spread out in front of him, wearing a pair of swimming shorts. Caprice liked when Sergio was like this, so calm and relaxed.

  “Mia bella, donna sexy,” Sergio whispered, cupping Caprice’s chin, then her breasts. Sergio kissed Caprice passionately, with such force that she almost fell back.

  Caprice slithered in between Sergio’s legs, not before putting a pillow down for her knees. She pulled Sergio’s cock out, eyed it appreciatively. Caprice went to work, sucking Sergio like it was the very first time.

  Sergio resumed his position, leaning back in the lounge chair, placing his hands behind his head, reveling in the warm sun and Caprice’s warm mouth.

  Caprice continued to suck Sergio, holding his cock in one hand, while gently massaging his balls in the other.

  I’ve got him just where I want him, Caprice thought, happily sucking away.

  Chapter 24

  After Alex dropped me off Sunday afternoon, I busied myself with preparing for work. We were still in the middle of developing the Cosmopolitan Hotel, still much to be done. I wanted to remain focused on the project, regardless of what was happening between me and Alex.

  Alex and me. Us. The thought gave me a jolt of happiness, like a giddy schoolgirl getting ready for her first date. Was there an ‘us’? I didn’t know. At least, not yet.

  All of these thoughts swirled around in my brain, causing me to set my laptop aside, unable to concentrate on work at the moment. I looked at the clock. Six o’clock pm, London time. That would make it noon, her time. I picked up my phone, dialed her number. I needed to hear a familiar voice.

  “Hey, Mom.”

  “Katherine! Well, hi, honey! How are you?” I could feel the warmth in her words, and in her voice.

  “I’m okay, Mom. How are you doing?”

  “Well, we’re doin’ okay around here. We sure do miss you, though.” It was wonderful to hear her Southern accent. I’d forgotten how much I missed my family.

  “Hold on, Katherine. Let me get your father on the other line. Jim! Jim – pick up the phone, it’s Katherine!”

  “Hello, darlin’. How ya doing over there?” My father on the other line, his voice reminding me of home.

  “I’m alright, doin’ well actually,” I said, smiling from ear to ear, hearing my own words returning to their Southern roots.

  We speak for almost an hour, with my parents filling me in on all of the latest Dalton, Georgia gossip, as well as updates on Paul and Luke, my two brothers. I told them work was going well, telling them all about the Cosmo hotel project.

  “Sounds like you’re keepin’ busy,” Mom said. “I knew you would be, though.”

  “We’re really proud of you, honey,” my dad said.

  “I still can’t believe my daughter’s livin’ in London, England! We couldn’t be happier for you,” Mom said, tearing up, as usual.

  “Now, now, Beth,” Dad said. “Let’s not get all weepy eyed.”

  “I know,” Mom said, clearing her throat. “I just miss my baby girl.”

  “And I miss you, too, Mom. Both of you. Tell the boys I said hello. I’ll call back soon.”

  “Bye, honey,” Mom said.

  “Take care, kiddo,” Dad said.

  I hang up the phone, thinking how lucky I am to have such a great family. I wonder what they would think of Alex. Who knows? Maybe one day they’ll meet him, I thought, letting my mind wander. The thought made me happy.

  “You look terrific!” Sandra gushed, eyeing me up and down. “Seriously, you’re positively glowing.”

  “Uh, thank you. That’s really sweet of you,” I reply, smiling, trying my best to act nonchalant.

  “Must have been a good weekend.” Sandra raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile on her face. Sandra wanted to see how long it would take before Katherine finally spilled the beans about her and Alex. She knew it was just a matter of time before Katherine told her.

  I nod my head, smile playfully, and reply, “It was!” I walk off before Sandra had a chance to pump me for details. Let her marinate on that for awhile, I thought, laughing to myself.

  I head to my office, saying hello to people as I pass by, unable to wipe the silly grin off my face. I settle in, check my emails, make a few phone calls, getting back into the swing of things. Later, I causally walk over to Alex’s office, trying to appear normal, my casual walk hiding the excitement I feel inside. I knock on his door.

  “Come in.” His deep, British voice – turns me on every time I hear it.

  I open the door to his office, my excitement building like a slow burn. As soon as I lay eyes on Alex, a head-to-toe rush rips through my body, the burn igniting into a hot flame.

  Alex stands up as soon as he sees me, walking towards me. I push the door behind me, it closing with a thud.

  “Mmm, it’s so good to have you in my arms again,” Alex whispers in my ear as he embraces me.

  “And it feels so good to be back in your arms again.” I wrap my arms around his neck, locking my hands behind his head.

  He bends down, kisses my neck. “You smell good,” Alex says, inhaling my perfume, while nibbling my neck, my earlobe.

  “Let’s go back to the country,” I whisper, ready for another weekend of fresh air and hot sex.

  “Soon. Very soon.” He looks deep into my eyes and I know he means it. “As soon as we finish with the Cosmo, we’ll return for another long weekend.”

  I nod my head in agreement, a part of me wishing everything was complete and we could just take off.

  “Let’s get back to work, then.” As much as I was yearning to return to the country, the fulfillment of working, being productive, and seeing the hotel take shape was enough to get my mind focused on the job at hand.

  “Good,” Alex replied, sounding pleased. He returns to his desk, sits down and hands me a list of various items and issues that need attention. “This is what we’ve got to handle this week.” Alex begins to review the list, and as he speaks, I glance down at the piece of paper, pulling out my own pen and notebook, ready to get busy.

  After a non-stop day of conference calls with investors, meetings with the architect, and a site visit to the hotel, I was feeling energized, happy to be back at work, thoughts of country living put on the back burner. For now.

  The Cosmopolitan Hotel was coming along nicely, approximately half-way to completion. I just knew it was going to be the premier hotel in London. And best of all, it was on schedule and under budget.

  Alex appeared extremely pleased with the current state of the hotel’s development. On the way to the site, he chatted happily while taking my hand in his. I couldn’t help but notice Antonio glancing in the rearview mirror, a small smile on his face.

  We stayed busy well into the evening. By seven, Alex insisted that I go home and get some rest.

  “It’s been a really busy day, Katherine. Go home. Get some sleep,” Alex said.

  “What about you? I can stay and help finish these reports,” I said, wanting to help.

  “I’m going to finish up. I’ll stay maybe another hour, then I’ll be leaving. But I want you to go home and rest. I insist. Antonio will drive you home.” I knew there was no arguing with him.

  “Okay,” I reply, smiling weakly. He’s right. The day has caught up with me. I need some sleep.

  “Good night.” Alex leans over to kiss me, his lips caressing mine. Even in my exhausted state, he knows exactly how to turn me on.

  “Good night,” I say, cupping his cheek, running my thumb across his bottom lip. �
�See you tomorrow.”

  Antonio arrives in a Range Rover, the color of red wine this time, coming to a smooth stop. He hops out, opens the door for me. I could get used to this, I thought, not for the first time.

  As we drive along, it becomes cloudy, a slow drizzle of rain coming down. “Antonio, thank you so much for driving me around these last few months. It’s a real treat, and I just want you to know how much I appreciate it.”

  Antonio looks at me in the rearview mirror, a pleasantly surprised look on his face. “Thank you, Miss Harris. I appreciate you saying so.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  “And I must tell you,” Antonio continued, “I’ve never seen Alex this happy.”

  I smile softly, and look out the window. The drizzle has now turned into a steady rain. “I’m really glad to hear that.”

  Chapter 25

  “They’re back,” Nick said. He sat, waited for Sergio’s response. Waited for the explosion.

  “What the fuck are you doing calling me then?! I am tired of waiting! I want this job finished!” Sergio screamed, right on cue.

  So predictable, Nick thought. “I understand. But, there’s a problem.” Nick paused, knowing Sergio was chomping at the bit. He liked fucking with Sergio, playing with him, like a cat playing with a mouse.

  “Problem? What problem?” Sergio seethed, thoroughly sick of Nick. If he didn’t need Nick’s knowledge and expertise so desperately, he would’ve been finished with him a long time ago.

  Nick sighed. “We can’t discuss it over the phone. Meet me in London. We’ll discuss it then.”

  “Meet you in London?!! Are you fucking crazy? I don’t have time for this shit!” Sergio ranted, sweat beading on his forehead.

  Nick, trying hard to contain his laughter, took a deep breath. “Just get here and I’ll explain everything. You’ll understand then.”