Vasili
Edward and I sat outside by the pool chairs as he typed away on his laptop busy with work. I was reading a book I had gotten from his extensive library and just enjoyed the warm sun. My first impression of his house was utter obsession. This was every country persons dream on steroids. The only thing it did not have were animals, when I mentioned it he simply chuckled and said 'if you want some. I could get them.' The man would literally get me a rock from the moon if I asked for one.
I felt so at eased here and I blamed it on the fact that I did not have to be extra careful here. At his penthouse you had to walk with the most delicate care in fear you might knock down a vintage vase that would cost more than your house. Everything here felt so simple and unique. Every room had its own personality, I could tell he picked everything with care and he mentioned he had not hired an interior designer. This was his private space, where cameras and magazines could not get too. His oasis and I felt so honored he was willing to share it with me.
The way he looked at me when I explored the garden had my heart fluttering with a feeling I thought I had for Mary. It felt too soon to tell him how I felt, but I wanted too. I wanted to let him know that my heart was his, but it would be hypocritical after I yelled at him for moving too fast. I wished we could stay here as well, but by initiating it would seem too forward. He probably did not even want to stay here. He was such a busy man it would only seem insensitive of me to ask him. He probably did not want me to stay with him just as yet.
"I'm quickly going to bathroom," I breathed feeling suddenly overwhelmed with my thoughts.
"Okay," he looked up at me and reached out for me. I immediately put my hand in his as he pulled me down for a quick kiss. "Don't be gone for too long."
"I won't," I kissed him once again before walking into the house. I rushed up to my bedroom even though there were three bathrooms on the third floor because I felt like I just needed a moment to gather my thoughts. My head felt fuzzy as I looked out my window down to Edward who continued typing on his laptop. He looked like a fantasy that I did not deserve to be a part of. He was now dressed in beige loose pants with a white tee shirt and beige sandales. His hair was pushed away from face and held into place by a small black headband.
He was a few years away from forty, but I swore he looked the same age as me. He never really seemed to age no matter what he wore and I wondered if he had found an anti aging potion. The battle in my head felt overwhelming as I felt my throat slowly close up. If I told him, I could ruin something perfectly good and he may not even feel the same way.
It was obvious Edward was not ready to fully love someone after Selena had left him. I had no idea who this Selena women was, but from what everyone I had met told me, she was not the one for him. Pablo and Sasha both felt like Edward had settled for someone who was not close to being his soulmate.
He had never really told me why they had broken up or how they met, but whenever it was mentioned he would immediately tense up. I hated seeing him irritated and angered so I never mentioned it, but I wished he could. Him and I were a lot alike. We hated talking about our past especially when it came to things that had a huge impact on our lives. Edward was a playboy no doubt about that, but he had a huge heart. One people seemed to take for granted.
After I had rinsed my face to rid of my unsettling emotions I went back downstairs and found that Edward was done working. Feeling cute I went over to him, removed his laptop from his lap and placed it on the chair next to us. He outstretched his hands like a damn child and cheekily smiled at me. I promptly sat on his lap as he wrapped his arms around me and pressed his lips against my cheek. "To think I have to go back to work sucks," he groaned then pouted.
"With great money comes great responsibilities," I chuckled and rested my head against his shoulders. It was rare I met someone bigger than myself who made me feel small, but Edward managed to do that just fine as my body easily molded into his.
"You know when I was a teenager I would look at my father and think that someone so rich is always in the office. Then I made a promise to myself that I would never spend so many hours in the office till I got the company and realized that running a company is shit stressful," he laughed, "money is just a lie."
"Well think about it as a win win. You can help so many people as well you know," I shrugged. When I was younger I would have killed to have someone like Edward in my life.
"That's true. You're such a little wise hat," he kissed my cheek once again. Only if he knew what that did to my heart.
"I'm twenty five Ed. Not twelve," even though I tried to show irritation, the blush on my cheek showed just how much his tiny compliments meant to me.
"And cheeky too," his head slightly tipped back as he laughed. He looked so beautiful when he laughed. He had this breathy carefree laugh that was infectious. The first time I heard it, it instantly snapped me out of the loathing bubble I had towards him. How could you hate someone who literally seemed to bring sunshine to your life?
It was still the early afternoon so we had plenty of time to do anything we wanted, but being cuddled up against Edward like this, felt better than anything. His fingers played with the hair at the back of my neck as I drew random shapes onto his chest. We were simply enjoyed the sound of birds outside and the silence of the country. It felt amazing to not hear multiple cars hooting or having a camera in your face.
Being with Edward like this made me wonder what I was even afraid of. To fully be with him and commit seemed scary, but being away from him was even worse. He must have cared about me to go through such great lengths, by buying me a car and bringing me here. He always treated me like I was the most important thing in his life and one only did that if they deeply felt someway for someone. He must have felt what I felt. It only made sense or he would have not cared so much. He would not want to have me with him all the time if he did not.
We could not have come this far to only come this far. I was confident he wanted more just as much as I did. I prayed he did or I would look like an idiot. "Ed?" This was it. I was going to do it.
"Mmm," he hummed as he looked down at me with his beautiful blue hazel eyes.
"I..." before I could finish my sentence the loud ring of his phone interrupted me.
"Sorry," he smiled apologetically as I quickly moved off him so he could stand up. He answered his phone and walked into the house as I sat there trying to catch my breathe. If that was not a sign from the universe that I should just keep my mouth shut and wait for a better time than I did not know what it was. My heart was still hammering in my chest as I waited for him. If I had managed to say whatever I was feeling for him it could have been disastrous.
Edward was in no form ready for such a heavy commitment. Just two days he had passed out in Greece, I nearly got shot for whatever crazy reason and our fight yesterday was still painfully fresh. If anyone was moving fast it was most definitely me. Fuck, we had not even asked each other to be boyfriends yet and here I was trying to tell him such daunting emotions. Maybe I was simply just caught up in the moment. The house, the cuddling, the brand new car and just us finally having time together must have gotten to my head.
Edward soon walked out of the house with a goofy grin on his face then sat down. "Amanda is losing her shit. She went over to my penthouse and didn't find me there so she was going on a whole rant on how she left Italy to specially visit me. Apparently I'm being a bad big brother."
I tried to laugh, but it sounded a bit strangled. Edward questionably raised his eyebrow at me whilst I shrugged. "I can't control my body."
"Don't worry Vasili puberty for you will end one day," he teased and pushed my shoulder.
"Haha it's all fun and games till I cut your fucking hand off," I rolled my eyes with a smile on my face.
"You know it's such a turn on when you threaten me," he growled and pulled me closer to him. "Almost makes me wish we could go upstairs."
"Keep on wishing boy. I'm keeping my purity," I pushed his face away as he tried to kiss me. Edwards kisses were so hypnotic that when he was done you would find yourself in a whole different country. He was that powerful.
"Fine. Keep your body to yourself. I guess I'll just cook for myself as well," he stuck his tongue out then proceeded to run into the house.
The idiot had me line, hook and sinker. Or stinker. English is weird.