Mr. London: A Novel

by Margot Scott

  At the end of their week of passion, Alex and Caprice parted ways, both knowing their time together was nothing more than a wild fling. He kissed Caprice on her cheek, whispered “thank you” in her ear, and returned to London. Caprice returned to work, and eventually moved on to Naples.

  Caprice never thought about Alex McCall again. Until now.

  She didn’t ask many questions during her week with Alex, but she did recall he said he was in the hotel business. Frankly, at the time, Caprice didn’t really care what Alex did for a living – she was enjoying a week in the Cosmopolitan Hotel in Rome and their incredible fucking.

  Caprice switched on her laptop, decided she needed to do some research on Alex McCall. Apparently, he was a hotel developer and owner of McCall Enterprises, based in London, with luxury hotels scattered throughout the world.

  No wonder we stayed at the Cosmopolitan Hotel in Rome that week – he owns it, thought Caprice.

  She read a brief article about a new hotel he was building in London. Found a few pictures of him standing in front of various hotel projects.

  Still sexy as hell, thought Caprice, looking at his picture.

  Caprice sat at her desk, staring at a picture of Alex. She could feel the panic nipping at her heels, trying to take her down. She got up, found her packet of cigarettes, lit one.

  What possible connection did Sergio have with Alex McCall? she thought, baffled.

  There’s only one person with the answer. I have to see him. I have to make contact with Alex – for my own protection.

  Caprice hurriedly went to her bedroom, grabbed her Louis Vuitton suitcase and started packing. She didn’t know how long she would be gone – hell, she didn’t know if she would ever return. All she could think about was getting back to London. She had the phone number and address to McCall Enterprises. Once she arrived to London, she would check into a hotel – something small, simple, and off the radar. Then she would call Alex.

  Caprice left without a second thought.

  Chapter 34

  “Let’s do it,” I say, leaning back in the tub. I sprinkle some bath salts into the water, the delicate lavender scent wafting through the bathroom.

  “Again? You’ve already worn me out,” Alex replies, ginning. “But, I suppose we could have another go.” He leans down to kiss me, looking so sexy in a pair of faded blue jeans and nothing else.

  “That’s not what I meant, but yeah, we’ll get to that later,” I say, playfully splashing water. Alex laughs, his beautiful blue eyes twinkling.

  We’re at my flat, spending the evening together after a busy day at work. The Cosmo Hotel was getting closer to opening, the excitement and anticipation growing each day.

  “I’ve been thinking about your plan.” I pause briefly, turning to face to Alex. “After the hotel opens, let’s do it. Let’s get away together for awhile, back to the country. Just you and me.” I look at him expectantly, hoping he still wants to do this.

  Alex gazes at me softly, pulling his chair closer to the bath tub. “Are you sure? There’s no pressure.”

  “I’m sure. Absolutely, without a doubt sure.” I raise myself up out of the water, just a little, enough to kiss his lips. Those sexy lips that, no matter how much I kiss, I’ll never get enough of.

  Alex nods, a look of quiet contentment on his face. “I’m sure, too. Very sure.” He takes the sponge, washes my back, the warm soapy water running down my spine.

  “I’ll call Wilson and let him know we’ll be returning in two weeks,” Alex says, helping me out of the tub, handing me a white fluffy towel.

  “Okay, that sounds good.” I smile while I towel dry off, realizing this is the happiest I’ve ever been in my life. “Now, what did you say earlier about having another go?” I ask, raising my eyebrows seductively.

  “Did I say that?” Alex responds in mock innocence. “I don’t recall ever saying anything about that.” He grins wickedly, making me weak in the knees.

  “I do believe you did, Mr. McCall,” I say, letting my towel drop to the floor.

  “Mmm…….perhaps you could help me remember, Miss Harris,” he says, leaning down, kissing my neck. He brings me closer to him, his bare chest warm against mine.

  “I would be glad to assist you,” my voice husky with desire.

  We make our way to my bed, kissing, nibbling each other along the way.

  “I want you on top,” I whisper.

  I grasp his manhood, pulling him closer. Slowly, I begin stroking him, his skin so smooth, pulled taunt over his hardness. I move my hand faster, up and down, jerking him off. Alex closes his eyes, dropping his head down. A moan escapes his lips.

  “God, Katherine, you make me so hard,” he says, groaning. “I want inside you…..” He squeezes his eyes shut, his tongue running over his lips. “You keep doing that, I won’t last.”

  I’m so turned on now, I can’t hold back any longer. “Fuck me, then.”

  Alex opens his eyes halfway, full of animal lust. Without a word, he guides himself into me, teasingly, circling around my opening.

  “Ahhh……..that feels so good,” I moan with delight. He pushes the tip of his cock inside me, staying there for a moment. I buck my hips against him, desperately trying to take more of his cock.

  Alex looks down at me with lustful eyes. “What do you want?”

  “You,” I say breathlessly.

  “I’m yours, all yours.” With one push, he enters me, filling me up all the way. I scream, the feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure, of torture and ecstasy.

  I wrap my legs around his waist while he thrusts into me, his pubic bone grinding against me with every thrust.

  “Alex…….ALEX!!!” I scream his name, my orgasm taking hold, so intense I feel like I’m going to pass out.

  He keeps fucking me, pounding away, our bodies bathed in sweat. Alex groans, a deep, guttural sound, his body shuttering from his orgasm.

  We lie in bed together, holding each other, both of us trying to catch our breath. Alex kisses me gently, murmurs, “That was incredible. Every time is incredible.”

  We drift in and out of sleep, spooning, my body fitting perfectly against his. Eventually, Alex gets up, slips his jeans back on, pads to the kitchen for a glass of water.

  “Have you noticed that black car over there?” he asks, nodding towards the car. I get up, put on a tee shirt and a pair of sweats, and walk over to the sink where Alex is standing.

  “No, I haven’t noticed it before,” I shrug, eyeing the black Fiat. It’s parked at the end of the street, in the shadows.

  “Mmm.” Alex stands there a couple more seconds, watching. He then closes the blinds quickly.

  “Is everything okay?” I ask. He seems concerned. I’m suddenly reminded of the time we met at Portobello Market. When we arrived at the pub for a drink, he had that distracted look – same look on his face right now.

  “Alex?”

  “Yes? Oh, sorry. Everything is fine.” He embraces me, his strong arms making me feel protected.

  I pull back from him, looking him in the eye. “You sure? Because if something isn’t right, you can tell me.”

  Alex looks at me, smiling softly. He looks as though he is on the verge of telling me something, but simply shakes his head and says, “I’m sure.” He pulls me back to him, stroking my hair. “I’m sure,” he repeats.

  “Okay,” I reply, although I have a vague feeling that something is off. “Well, how about we get back into bed? You’ve worn me out, Mr. London,” I say, teasing him.

  “Oh, okay. Now I’m Mr. London, is it?”

  “Yep,” I say, giggling as we walk hand in hand back to bed. We crawl under the sheets and fall fast asleep.

  * * *

  An hour later, Nick quietly drives away in the little black car, silently cursing. He didn’t think Alex had seen him sitting in the Fiat. Nick was almost certain he had dropped down just in time, crouching as low as he could, before Alex took
notice of the car. Still, he wasn’t absolute certain.

  Nick arrives to his flat, tossing the keys on the kitchen counter. He sits down on the couch, thinking. Nick would put his plan on hold – for the moment. He’d put the car in storage, keep a low profile for a few days or so. He had come so far, had waited so long, he was not going to do anything to jeopardize his plan. Nick would just sit and wait. The black Fiat was an unmarked car, which is probably one of the reasons it caught Alex’s attention. However, it was untraceable which meant Alex couldn’t look the vehicle up in the government’s vehicle database. Besides, the car was purchased with cash, under a fake name with a fake ID.

  Nick thought about Katherine, a welcome distraction. He was looking forward to meeting her. Unfortunately, their meeting would happen later, rather than sooner. Nick sighed. Nice, sweet Katherine. Nick would show her how nice and sweet he could be, too. Eventually.

  Chapter 35

  “Would you like something to drink, Miss Belmonte?” The flight attendant smiled down at Caprice who was staring out of the window.

  “Miss Belmonte?” she asked again.

  Caprice turned her head, stared at the flight attendant. “Scusami?” she asks, irritated. She wanted to be left alone.

  “Something to drink?” the flight attendant politely asked again.

  “No grazie,” Caprice replied, waving the flight attendant away.

  Caprice turned back to the window, stared down at the clouds. She thought about how different this flight was compared to the last time she flew to London. Oh, how she hated flying commercially, sitting next to people you’d rather not be sitting next to, even in first class. Not to mention the lack of privacy. Caprice closed her eyes, the delicious memory of fucking Sergio in the back of his private jet playing over in her mind, remembering the pleasure he had given her. She could feel the tears welling up, and quickly slipped on a pair of black Gucci shades, concealing her eyes.

  Get it together, Caprice thought. You’ll be in London soon. No time for crying.

  Caprice didn’t like to cry and tried not to. It accomplished nothing, and only made you look worse than how you felt – red rimmed swollen eyes, puffy face, tears that ruined your makeup. Caprice dabbed her eyes, smoothed her hair. She took a deep breath, exhaled, trying to get her emotions under control.

  The plane finally landed at Heathrow Airport. Caprice, anxious to get to her hotel, quickly went through customs, claimed her bag, and stepped outside to hail a cab.

  Two hours later, Caprice stood in the middle of her hotel room, looking around at the drab furniture, the muted gray-blue paint, the office-like carpeting.

  It’s not the Bulgari Hotel, she thought.

  No matter. She was here on business. And the sooner she took care of business, the better. Caprice took out the slip of paper with McCall Enterprises’ phone number and address scrawled on it. It was too late to contact him tonight.

  Caprice lay back on the bed. The cheap, lumpy mattress made her scowl – Caprice was used to at least a queen size bed, a mattress with pillow top padding, and silky satin sheets.

  Caprice looked at the piece of paper again. She would call McCall Enterprises first thing tomorrow morning. Alex McCall would know what in the hell this was all about.

  He better, thought Caprice. Or else I’m fucked. And not in a good way.

  “I’ll see you later, darling,” Alex said, bending down to kiss Katherine goodbye. He had spent the night at her flat. It was the first time he had spent the night at her place, and he had slept like a baby, his arms wrapped around Katherine all night long.

  “Okay,” she murmurs, still in bed, half asleep, her body tangled in the sheets. Alex decided to get to work a couple of hours early today. He needed to finalize a few things regarding the Cosmo Hotel.

  “Make sure you lock the door behind me, okay?” He looks down at Katherine, making sure she heard him.

  “I will,” Katherine says. “I promise.” She flutters her eyes open, giving Alex a sweet smile. He loves seeing her smile.

  Alex leaves her flat, walks outside, a bounce to his step. The morning is bright and sunny, not a cloud in the sky. Antonio is waiting with the Range Rover. Before Alex climbs in, he walks down the sidewalk, stopping at the spot where the black Fiat had been parked. It was gone this morning. Alex frowned. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was something about that car that didn’t set well with him. Alex glances over his shoulder, back at Katherine’s place. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, the building quiet in the early morning.

  “Antonio, I need you to return to collect Katherine after you drop me off. I’ll text Katherine so she’ll know you will be here.” Antonio nods, knowing exactly what his boss really wants him to do.

  Alex takes another look, scanning the area surrounding the building. He then gets into the vehicle and Antonio drives off. Alex stops by his place, takes a quick shower, and changes into a suit. Alex always wears a suit to work, no matter what.

  He arrives to the office, switching on lights and opening his office window blinds. Alex sits down in his brown leather chair, turns on his computer. He likes arriving to work before everyone else. Gives himself time to think without any interruptions or distractions.

  Alex pulls out his phone, texts Katherine to let her know he’s made arrangements for Antonio to collect her later this morning. She responds with “That’s very kind – thank you.” He smiles at her text. He likes taking care of Katherine – not that she needed taking care of. No, Katherine was quite capable of taking care of herself. It just made him feel good doing things for her that helped her out, made her life a little easier, and hopefully better.

  Katherine had certainly made his life better. In the months they’ve know each other, she has become everything to him. He couldn’t imagine his life without her now.

  Alex gazes out of the window, leaning back in his chair. He was itching for the Cosmopolitan Hotel to open, and he was going to do everything he could to push it. Since Katherine agreed to return to the country with him after the opening, it was all he could think about. Finish the hotel. Have the opening celebration. Return to the countryside with Katherine. He had it all worked out in his mind.

  The office phone suddenly rings, jolting Alex out of his reverie. Alex checked the time – 6:42 am. It was still early, with no one at the office yet. Strange to be getting a call at this time, he thought, frowning.

  Alex picks up the phone. “McCall Enterprises.”

  A brief silence. “Alex McCall,” the voice on the other end said. The voice was female and Italian.

  Alex knew instantly who the voice belonged to. Caprice. Caprice Belmonte. A blast from his wild past.

  He clears his throat, wondering why in hell Caprice was calling him. Whatever the reason, Alex knew it wasn’t going to be good.

  “Alex speaking,” he replies, all business.

  “Alex. This is Caprice, Caprice Belmonte. We spent time together in Rome, a couple of years ago. You remember?”

  Alex gets up from his desk, taking the phone with him. He sticks his head outside the door, looking around. The office was still empty, much to Alex’s relief. He closes his office door quietly. “Yes, I remember.”

  “We need to discuss something,” Caprice says, her voice shaking slightly. She clears her throat, trying to keep her composure. “And we need to discuss it in person, not over the phone. Please.”

  Alex raises an eyebrow. “In person, you say? Why is that?” He can tell in her voice something is seriously wrong. Caprice was trying to cover it, trying to sound cool, but he knew. His gut told him.

  “Just meet me today, and I will tell you what I know. This involves you, otherwise I would not be bothering you. It’s imperative that we meet. If not, I can come to your office.”

  Alex narrowed his eyes. He absolutely did not want Caprice Belmonte showing up at his office. And she knew that, he was sure. “I can meet you today at noon, St. Fredrick’
s Tavern.”

  “Perfect. Thank you, Alex.” He could hear the relief in her voice.

  Alex hung up without another word. Shit, he thought, sitting down. He knew this day would come. His past finally catching up with his present. Alex just didn’t think it would come in the form of Caprice Belmonte.

  He cast his mind back, recalling the week he spent with her. At the time, it was great. Alex was in Rome, Italy, on business. He was bored one night, decided he’d spend an evening at a gentlemen’s club –just killing time with some tits and ass.

  Caprice Belmonte was there, dancing. Every man in the club was drooling all over themselves watching her. Alex was mildly interested, her gorgeous body a pleasure to admire, her fantastic breasts certainly captivating enough to keep him entertained for a few hours. Caprice made a beeline for him. They spent the entire night together, she pushing her tits in his face while he showered her with bills. Caprice left the club with him that night, and spent the rest of the week with him. They talked some, but mostly fucked. At the end of the week, Alex kissed her goodbye, and returned to London.

  Alex never thought about Caprice Belmonte again. Until now.

  Caprice couldn’t have popped up at a worse time in his life. Just when he thought things were turning around for the better, when he finally meets a woman who he can be serious about - Katherine - Caprice Belmonte turns up.

  Alex would meet with Caprice, find out what she wanted, and send her back to Italy. No one was going to get in the way of his and Katherine’s happiness. No one.

  Antonio Berra drove back to Katherine’s flat, glancing in the Range Rover’s rearview mirror. He spent a lot of his driving time checking the rearview mirror, mostly out of habit.

  Antonio pulled up to Katherine’s building and parked the SUV. Before he got out, Antonio pulled a tiny security camera out of the glove box. He examined the camera, made sure it was functioning properly and was connected to Alex’s personal smartphone and computer systems. Antonio had a knack for technology, and had extensive knowledge of security systems. In fact, it was he who had installed all of Alex’s security systems at McCall Enterprises and in Alex’s own home.