Mr. London: A Novel

by Margot Scott

  Sergio relented. “Alright, alright. I’ll be there in three days. And this fucking better be good, you understand?”

  “I understand, Sergio.” Nick hung up the phone before Sergio could respond.

  Are you fucking crazy? Sergio’s words echoed in Nick’s brain.

  Crazy? Nick thought. No. More like certified motherfucking insane.

  Six Months Ago

  Nick Stone was released from Sacred Light Hospital after two years of in-patient psychiatric treatment. Dr. Samuel Grayson, Nick’s psychiatrist, felt that he had made significant progress, noting that Nick had not been actively psychotic or delusional for the last six months, and that he appeared emotionally stable. Dr. Grayson believed Nick was ready for re-entry into society. Nick sat at a conference table, across from three psychiatrists, including Dr. Grayson, and one therapist. They each asked Nick various questions, posed different scenerios to him, asking what he would do in each situation. They asked Nick if he was suicidal, homicidal, psychotic, delusional, experiencing auditory or visual hallucinations, and anything else they could think of to create a stressful situation for Nick.

  Nick answered all of their questions, calmly and with confidence. He said all the right things, made all the right moves. He smiled when he needed to, looked serious when he needed to, and in general was the picture of perfect mental health.

  The team was impressed with Nick’s significant improvement, and felt that Dr. Grayson was correct in his professional evaluation and assessment of Nick.

  Two days later, Nick Stone was issued a discharge date.

  Two months later, Dr. Samuel Grayson was found in his home, dead, hanging from a belt tied around his neck, an apparent suicide, his lifeless body found by his cleaning lady.

  Once Nick was discharged, he had holed himself up in a rat-bag of a flat, and to begin planning his revenge. He had his list of people – starting with his favorite doctor, Dr. Grayson. He went down his list, evaluating, thinking, plotting. Nick thoroughly researched each individual, located addresses, began surveillance on each target. His MI-5 skills coming back to him easily.

  Just like riding a bicycle, Nick thought, humming to himself.

  Nick worked quickly, wasting no time. Dealing with Dr. Grayson was easy enough, as Nick thought it would be. Besides, Grayson had it coming to him. Requiring Nick to endure endless therapy sessions, talking about his feelings, forcing him to swallow crazy pills. Hell, he was crazier coming out of the looney bin than he was when he went in.

  Now it was time to turn his attention to Nicole. Nick thought about Nicole, fantasized about her often while he was in the nut house. He recalled her beautiful face, her soft lips, could almost taste her on his lips. Then he would remember what she did to him, jolting him out of his fantasies, making Nick remember how much he hated her. Nicole had been with Vincent Rossi the whole time, helping Rossi, Nick reminded himself. That bitch would pay for what she did.

  They all would.

  Chapter 26

  Caprice returned from her trip with Sergio, relaxed and carefree. It was good to be back with him, Caprice thought, even though he could be a real son-of-a-bitch. Still, Sergio had some good qualities – rich, powerful, well-connected. And the best sex Caprice had ever had in her life. His cock was a spectacular piece of male equipment. It gave Caprice shivers just thinking about it.

  Sergio had again brought up the topic of Caprice moving in with him, full-time. That would mean giving up her own apartment, which Caprice was very reluctant to do. Caprice told Sergio she would think about it. Perhaps they could strike a deal, Caprice thought. She would move in with Sergio, full-time. In return, he would help launch her acting career. Caprice liked the idea.

  Of course, Sergio would have to prove himself to Caprice first before she moved in with him. Introduce her to the right movie producers, get an acting coach for her, secure an agent. Caprice was no fool. If Sergio did all of this, if he really took her acting seriously, then she would be his and would gladly move in with him. Caprice felt this time Sergio would be more receptive. It was all just a matter of how she presented it, she thought matter-of-factly, while painting her nails.

  Caprice decided she would discuss it with Sergio tonight. And this time, the conversation would be different. She would make Sergio see things her way.

  Sergio’s driver would be picking her up later, taking her to his villa. Caprice admired her nails, painted bright red. She needed to look especially ravishing tonight, she thought, standing in her closet, deciding which dress to wear. Caprice decided she would wear something a bit different this night. Something that might help Sergio take her a little more seriously. She selected a demure, black crepe Dolce & Gabbana dress with a pair of black, peep-toe platform pumps. Simple and classy, but still sexy. Sergio wouldn’t have a chance.

  Sergio sat on the balcony of his villa, sipping a glass of red wine, watching the sun dip into the sea. He was in a good mood, surprisingly, after his conversation with Nick. Sergio was determined not to let that spoil his evening. He was looking forward to seeing Caprice. His driver had just left to pick her up, bringing her to him.

  Sergio, however, was not looking forward to taking an unexpected trip to London. He would meet with Nick, listen to whatever the motherfucker had to say, find out the issue that was stalling progress. Nick had better get the problem resolved quickly, or Sergio would have him taken care of. Sergio was fed up with him fucking around - Nick had wasted enough of his time. If he needed to Sergio would proceed on, this time using his own men to do the job.

  “Ciao, bellezza,” Caprice murmured, bending down to kiss the back Sergio’s neck, sliding her hands over his chest. He was so deep in thought, he didn’t realize she had arrived.

  Sergio took Caprice’s hand, bringing her around to face him. With Caprice standing in front of him, all thoughts of Nick Stone vanished from Sergio’s mind.

  “You look beautiful, mia bella. Stunning.” Wearing a gorgeous black dress and heels, Sergio’s eyes were practically popping out of his skull. It was a simple look, but on Caprice’s body, it was absolutely breathtaking.

  “Grazie,” Caprice smiled, pleased.

  They dined outdoors, by the pool, enjoying a meal of bruschetta and tortellini, followed by Caprice’s favorite, tiramisu.

  “You’ve asked me to move in with you, permanently,” Caprice stated, while she finished her desert.

  “I have. I want you here with me.” Sergio stated bluntly, still unclear as to why Caprice was hesitating. Any other woman would have been chomping at the bit to move in with him. Of course, that was exactly why Sergio wanted Caprice so much. He had to work to get Caprice. It infuriated him, while at the same time ignited his desire for her even more.

  “I know. And I want to be with you, too.” Caprice waited, choosing her words carefully.

  “So, mia bella, what is the problem?” Sergio asked impatiently. “It’s time to make a decision.” Sergio could feel his anger brimming, just under the surface, but resolved to remain patient with Caprice, determined not to lose her again.

  “You know I have goals, Sergio. I want to become a professional actress, and I think I could be really good at it. But, at the same time, I want you in my life. We are good together.” Caprice paused, wanting to make certain Sergio heard her words. “We can help each other, Sergio. You have the connections to help my career, and I’ll be here for you, with you, as I know you want me to be.”

  Sergio listened to Caprice’s words, mulling them over. He was not going to lose Caprice, he needed her too much to risk it. But, he still had his pride – he was an Italian man, after all.

  “Okay, Caprice. I will do what I can to help you with your dreams. I will make a few phone calls, get something going for you. But,” Sergio said sharply, his black eyes staring into Caprice, letting her know he meant business, “you better not make a fool out of me. If you do, you will be sorry. Mi capisci?”

  “I understand, Sergio,”
Caprice replied, solemnly. “Thank you so much.” Caprice rose from her seat, gave him a long, lingering kiss.

  “You’re welcome,” Sergio said, after Caprice returned to her seat. “Now, you will need to pack your bag, mia bella. We are going on trip.” Sergio grinned, enjoying the surprised look on Caprice’s face.

  “A trip? But we just returned from Capri?” Caprice was anxious for Sergio to start making some phone calls on her behalf. Another trip was the last thing on Caprice’s mind.

  “Yes, a trip. I have business to attend to in London. And I want you to come with me.”

  Caprice felt she had no choice but to agree to go with him. Sergio had just said he would support her with her career. She wasn’t going to say the wrong thing, and ruin everything before it even got started.

  Caprice smiled sweetly. “Of course I’ll come with you, bell’umo.”

  Sergio smiled, took another sip of his wine, satisfied that Caprice agreed to join him in London.

  “Excellent. We’ll be leaving in three days,” Sergio said, rising from his chair. He held his hand out. Caprice took Sergio’s hand, rising from her own seat.

  “Let’s go for a swim,” Sergio whispered in Caprice’s ear. Before she had a chance to respond, he unzipped her dress, his hands all over her body.

  Caprice began unbuttoning his shirt, quickly unzipping his trousers. She was hot and ready, turned on by Sergio’s agreement to help launch her career.

  They walked into the water together, hand in hand, both going under at the same time. Sergio hoisted himself up out of the water, sitting on the edge of the pool, his legs spread open, his cock rock hard, throbbing, ready for Caprice. Caprice took her cue, swimming in between Sergio’s legs. She greedily took him in her mouth, closing her eyes while she sucked him. Sergio groaned, pushing her head farther down on his cock.

  Caprice looked up at Sergio, eyes full of lust and desire. “Fuck me,” she commanded. Sergio lifted himself back down into the warm pool, positioning himself behind Caprice. He filled her up with his massive cock, causing Caprice to moan his name.

  “That’s it, Sergio, fuck me. Harder!” Caprice was close, ready for her release.

  Sergio fucked her from behind as hard as he could, his fingers digging into Caprice’s ass, water splashing all around them, he, too, ready to climax.

  They came together, a chorus of moans and groans, their unbridled lust for each other could be heard all around.

  Afterwards, they retired to the master bedroom. Caprice lounged on the massive king-size bed, massaging body lotion into her supple skin, her nightly ritual.

  “How long will we be in London?” Caprice asked lightly, trying her best to sound casual. She hoped it would be a very quick trip, with a return to Naples as soon as possible. She wanted to contact Maxie Shepard, a very prominent and well-connected agent who was based in Milan. Maxie handled some of the most well-known Italian actors and actresses, and he was a genius at taking unknowns and turning them into stars. He was also a regular at Bellisimo’s.

  “Not long. Couple of days,” Sergio responded. He, too, was eager to get to London and get back. Sergio usually conducted business only in Italy, where he felt most comfortable. He would normally have one of his lawyers handle any business matters on his behalf, especially if it was outside of Italy. But, this was not just any business matter – this was personal. Sergio felt it was a matter of honor and duty to his father which required him to handle it himself. At least Caprice would be there, a nice distraction.

  Caprice didn’t ask any further questions. Still, she couldn’t shake off a looming feeling of dread about the upcoming trip to London. She didn’t know why she felt this way. Strange, she thought, frowning.

  Caprice pushed all of these thoughts out of her mind, determined to make the best of it. She’d go shopping at Harrods while in London, perhaps a visit to Mayfair as well.

  Caprice smiled, the thought of shopping always putting a smile on her face. She would make the most out of it – she always did.

  Chapter 27

  I sat across from Alex, trying my best to concentrate on his words. He was saying something about the hotel. I nodded my head, said a few “uh-huhs,” while staring at his lips. Those sexy lips. I imagined those lips kissing my entire body, ravaging me.

  “Katherine?”

  “Yes?” I responded, blinking, jerked out of my fantasy.

  “Are you okay?” Alex asked. “You seem like you’ve got something on your mind.”

  “Do I? No, I’m fine.” I take a sip of water, clearing my throat.

  We were having dinner together at a beautiful restaurant overlooking the Thames River. I was enjoying the meal, and, of course, Alex’s company. But all I could think about was how much I wanted to be alone with Alex – wanting to kiss his lips, caress his body. I wanted him all over me. Inside me.

  He inched his chair closer to me, leaning in. “I think I know what’s on your mind,” he whispered, lightly kissing my earlobe.

  “Oh, do you?” I said, the touch of his lips sending a hot flash through me. Feeling bold, I put my hand on his thigh, gently caressing it under the table. Slowly, I inch my way farther up.

  “You shouldn’t do that,” said Alex. He takes a long sip of his whiskey, not taking his eyes off me.

  “Why not?” I ask with a sultry smile.

  He leans in, whispers into my ear, “Because you’re turning me on, and I’ll just have to fuck you right here.”

  “Well, we wouldn’t want that, now would we?” I say, my voice husky with desire.

  We leave the restaurant, both of us ready to tear each other’s clothes off, and head back to Alex’s place.

  “Would you like something to drink?” he asks, as I stand in the living room, admiring the city view.

  “A glass of white wine, please.”

  Alex walks over, handing me the glass of wine. Taking a sip, I smile at him, and turn back to the twinkling lights of the city.

  “It’s beautiful,” Alex says, nodding towards the view.

  “Yes, it’s stunning. I love this view. And this city.”

  Alex smiles at me, his blue eyes lighting up. “I knew you’d grow to really like London. It’s an amazing city. I love it.”

  “I’m really happy here,” I reply, taking another sip of the wine.

  “I’m glad you’re happy. And I’m very happy that you’re here with me.” He takes my drink, placing it aside, taking my hands in his.

  “Katherine, I want you to know something. I think you’re wonderful, you make me so happy. I don’t want anyone else. I want to be with you and only you.” Alex looks deep into my eyes, searching, waiting for my response.

  My heart starts beating faster, feeling as though it going to jump out of my chest. I pull him closer to me, wrapping my arms around him. I breathe in deeply, his masculine scent exciting me and at the same time calming me.

  “I feel the same way, Alex. I just want you. Only you.”

  We kiss deeply, with an intensity that makes me ache with desire. I pull away, catching my breath. “I want you to make love to me. Now. Right now.”

  Tearing his shirt off, I quickly unzip his pants, his hard cock popping out of his fly. Standing in front of the windows, the city of London spread out beneath us, I get down on my knees and take him in my mouth.

  “Ahh…..yess,” Alex moans, placing his hand on the window for support.

  Alex pulls me up and wraps his arms around me, his hands trailing down my back, down to my ass. He kisses me, his tongue exploring my mouth, darting in and out.

  “I want you inside me, please,” I plead, breathlessly.

  Alex takes my hand, attempting to lead me to the bedroom. I don’t budge. Instead, I quickly remove my panties, tossing them to the floor. Taking a step back from Alex, I hike my dress up around my waist, lean back, my ass pressed up against the cool window.

  “Take me. Right here, right now.” I part my legs, giv
ing him a nice view. I feel sexy and in control. It feels good.

  Alex doesn’t hesitate. In an instant, he’s standing in between my legs, his body pressed against mine. My legs wrapped around his waist, his hands firmly planted on my ass, he growls, “Are you ready for me, baby?”

  “Yesss…….now, I want you now,” I demand, desperately needing him.

  Alex pushes inside me with a hard thrust, both of us moaning with desire.

  “You feel so good,” I whisper in his ear, his thrusts getting quicker, harder, sending me into orbit.

  “You’re gonna make me come,” I cry out, getting closer each second.

  “Come for me, Katherine. I want you to.”

  When he says my name, it’s too much, causing my body to convulse in orgasmic spasms. Alex follows seconds later, finding his release with each thrust into me.

  Holding on to each other, our bodies still intertwined, Alex and I look deep into each other’s eyes, while catching our breath.

  “That was incredible,” Alex says softly, gently kissing my bottom lip.

  Later, we finally make our way to Alex’s bedroom. We lay atop the soft cotton bed sheets, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking. Like a contented cat, I curl up bedside him and drift off into a deep sleep.

  Alex awakes in the middle of the night, unable to sleep. He looks down at Katherine, watches her sleep for a few moments. He gently brushes a strand of hair off her face, careful not to disturb her.

  He pads to the kitchen, gets a glass of water, and sits down at his desk. The Cosmo Hotel is in the final stages of construction. Alex is anxious for the property to be completed. Normally, he doesn’t look forward to the end of a project – he is usually so immersed in the process of building a hotel, that he is a bit saddened once it’s finished. Not this time, though. Everything is different now. Once the Cosmo Hotel is ready for operation, he and Katherine will return to his country estate for an extended holiday, Alex decides. Well, that is, if Katherine agrees to go, he muses.