Jonathan"s POV
I shut the door behind me hurriedly, running back to finish the meal I was enjoying
But the room is empty.
I ran my hands through my dark hair, my jaw clenching.
Where did she go? And who was she?
To hell with that slut who ran away. I scanned the room if she had stolen anything, but everything was still in place.
I reached for the drawer beside my bed and pulled it open, bringing out a bottle of lube before lying back on the bed.
I gently apply the lube on my cock and begin to wank it.
"Fuck" I curse under my breath, recalling how she had swirled her tongue over my cock.
It was clear she had no experience, but her mouth felt so good! I could not deny that it was the tighten hole I had ever had my cock into, in my 45 years of living.
Morning comes with a headache and a sense that something is wrong.
Not the type of wrong that comes after a night with a hangover. It was quiet. Like I missed a detail.
The hotel room is spotless, not a trace left behind. Whoever she was, she's gone without a sound.
That's the first thing that bothers me.
Women who come through Capri don't leave like that. They linger, ask questions, or demand for something, like money, reassurance, or food at least. This one takes nothing.
I sit up slowly, pressing my fingers against the bed. My phone buzzes on the bedside.
Capri.
"You alive?" he asks when I answer
"Barely" I mutter
He laughs. "Well, good morning".
I hesitate
"Who did you send?"
There's a pause on the line.. Capri doesn't pause often
"What do you mean?"
"I mean," I say evenly, "she didn't behave like your usual arrangement".
Silence follows
"She disappeared, she didn't even ask for money".
''I didn't order anyone" he answers, "there must be a misunderstanding. I'm coming to your room right now."
We're alone this time, standing near the balcony
"You never sent anyone?" I ask.
Capri exhales "I was going to"
I turn to him slowly…
"I ran into Bella at the gala," he admits.
That gets my full attention
"She didn't say much," he continues. "She didn't have to. She asked one question, if you were in town. And I knew"
"Knew what?"
"That even without a confirmation, she'd come looking for you".
My jaw tightens. "So you canceled?"
"I didn't even place the call," he says carefully. "Didn't want anyone showing up, asking questions, or worse, being seen by Bella."
I look away, angry but still feeling guilty
"You've been gone for five years," Capri adds. "But she still looks for you. I wasn't about to be the reason she walked into something she wasn't ready for."
"Something's not right" I whisper, loud enough for him to hear.
"I spent the night with someone yesterday, she was so tight, so naive but rode me like a hungry lioness", I say slowly "She cries like a baby and her moans sound beautiful. I felt alive"
I let out a breath
"So whoever I spent the night with, was never meant to be here?"
Capri nods. "Exactly."
Confusion is written all over my face. Across my mind flashes the lady again, her voice, her moans, the way she was never the one I was waiting for.
"And Bella?" Capri asks
"She found me, and we talked. Just like old times"
"We were outside for a while, and when I got back, she was gone"
I close my eyes and suddenly the weight of the night presses heavier.
And then, I feel it. The hunger for her.
"She's not meant for you. Don't even think about it" Capri says flatly. "You'll never meet her again, and even if you do, it wouldn't last."
I stare at the city's lights, my thoughts elsewhere as my jaw tightens.
"You didn't even focus on Bella," Capri continues. "She's your daughter. She's the one who needs your attention. You've got a daughter who's waiting on you and you're chasing shadows."
I stay quiet. Capri doesn't push further. He knows when to stop.
And so since I can't have the girl I yearn for, I might as well pay attention to my daughter and try to be there for her.