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.