37) Perfect

Edward

"This omelette is amazing," Vasili moaned as he happily dug into his breakfast. I swallowed thickly just hearing the sound. The man was pure evil. After getting me all hot and bothered he immediately dismissed any ideas of being naked after I had accidentally let it slip that I had brought breakfast when I got up to my bedroom. Imagine my terror when he jumped up from the bed and ran downstairs just at the mention of food. I lay on the bed extremely flustered and half naked whilst he ran out still wearing his tracksuit. 

I should have never mentioned the food. After that I quickly dressed in a pair of shorts and a tee shirt to find him dishing out the breakfast promptly and setting the table. Even though I had to admit the omelette and bagel was to die for, I would have liked to believe my body would have been more appetizing. 

"Edward. Earth to Edward," he snapped his fingers in front of my face, snapping me out of my imaginary thoughts of Vasilis beautiful pink plump lips wrapped around my di... "Edward we haven't even had sex yet and you're obsessed with me. I'm scared for the day we do," he laughed. 

"I'm a specimen made for sex," I grumbled and shoved a piece of food in my mouth. 

"It's been what three months since you've gotten some. I can imagine the terror," he chuckled and playfully rolled his eyes. "You need an intervention."

"I don't care about women. I want you."

Vasilis face immediately flushed red and he tried to distract himself by taking a long sip of his iced coffee, "the fact you're so blunt should be illegal."

I cheekily smiled and took his hand in mine across the table, "you drive me crazy."

"Since I've been with you I've been crazy," he blushed and looked away from me. Vasili was all tough on the exterior but a giant sap inside. "Before we indulge ourselves in any sexual activity we should go on a date. It only seems fitting after yesterday's fight. A car can't heal all wounds."

"You're a vixen." He knew he had me wrapped around his finger and was using it to his advantage. "Where would you like to go?"

"I don't know surprise me but somewhere private would be nice," he stood up from his chair and stood in front of me. It was like he knew my fetish. I greedily pulled him down so he could sit on my lap as he laughed softly. His laugh was like music to my ears. 

"Anything for you my prince," I kissed his cheek. 

He stuck his tongue out in distaste, "that was so painfully cheesy. I'd like to think of myself more as a god you know."

"Step down from your high horse," I chuckled and held him tightly. "How about we take a lazy day today and I can plan a beautiful date for us tomorrow?"

"As long as you promise to not try to jump into my pants."

"So you've admitted you're a bottom excellent." Instantly my head was smacked as he glared at me. 

"Shut up before I staple your mouth," he rolled his eyes. 

"The violence Vasili is not good. How about we go on a drive with your new car?" I suggested and gently patted his butt. I loved the way his cheeks and the tip of his ears turned red whenever I did that. 

"Where to?" He smiled but avoided eye contact. 

"I have a house in the countryside. We could spend the night there," it had been months since I last visited my house. I had three properties in London, but I mostly preferred my penthouse since it was convenient. I had another one an hour away close to where my parents lived. That was where I suggested we should go. My parents were away and went to Switzerland for the next few weeks so I was confident no one would interrupt us. 

"Okay. Let me go quickly pack my bag," he quickly hopped off me and ran upstairs. Even though he was hiding the fact he was excited the little scream of excitement he let out blew his cover. I texted my cleaning crew to get the house ready for my over night stay. To be honest I wanted to check the house, but I also wanted to take Vasili away for the night. John had told me someone had went to Vasilis apartment last night. Just from the look of it they did not seem like someone Vasili would know nor did the man seem to be his family or a friend. 

If I could get Vasili away just for a day or two whilst John tried to get control of the situation it would help keep him safe. After thirty minutes we were speeding down the British roads and trust me Vasili held nothing back. "Have you ever thought of becoming a driver because you're crazy?" I chuckled as he accelerated. 

"Nope. Plus I'm too competitive I might go a bit overboard," he grinned. According to Vasili he had to drive fast to break the car in. Like how he would ballet shoes or just a normal pair of shoes. I barely understood his logic, but I guessed he meant he wanted the car to get use to him or vice versa. 

What would be considered an hour drive to normal people was half an hour to Vasili. He would probably need new tires after all of that. We drove into my private estate and there stood my house. 

"When you said a house I thought you meant a house. This is a fucking mansion," Vasili exclaimed as we entered the driveway. The house, okay mansion, was a three story farmhouse I had built five years ago. It was painted white with large black arched windows and red French doors. I thought the red gave it a bit of a pop. It was one of my favorite places to be whenever I wanted to wind down with its rose garden and greenhouse just a walking distance away. It was always my dream to settle in the country. "My gosh I wished you stayed here more often."

He parked in the showroom garage I had that had mostly my three, four by fours; perfect for the country road and motorbikes. I had two sports cars just for the fun of it. "You prefer it?" I asked as he got his duffel bag and immediately put his hand in mine. 

"Yes. I grew up on a farm," he smiled softly. The news was new to me since he never really mentioned where he grew up. Yet it made sense. I never really imagined Vasili to be a city type of person. He loved the quiet way too much to have grown up in the city and his passion for animals was always the cutest thing. It made a lot of sense now. 

I led him up into the house and smiled at interior. When I had designed this house I was thinking about comfort more than anything else. This was my safe haven and all the flashy modern things I had in penthouse I preferred to leave behind. The floor was a lovely light wood that made it feel more inviting and most of the bedrooms had carpet since it could get a bit cold this side at night. 

The walls were painted a light cream white which made it feel a lot more homier. I led Vasili to the third floor up the light brown wooden stairs. The walls were covered in art and family pictures, which was refreshing. In my penthouse I tried to make things a bit personal, but since it was my more public house I kept it to a minimum. Here I could show off my personal family photos since no one even knew this house existed. 

Vasilis room was painted in a light turquoise colour, with a large cream white carpet under the bed. The king sized bed had a black iron farmhouse frame and matching side tables. In front of the bed was a small lounge area with a fire place and a dark blue couch with a white coffee table in front of it. A gold vintage body length mirror stood next to the walk in closet. 

"This room is refreshing," Vasili smiled as he touched the white roses that sat next to his bed. Normally I never kept flowers in the house, but I thought he would like it. I was happy he did. 

"Thank you," I smiled as he sat down on the bed. I showed him the rest of the house and a part of me wished I did not have to be in the office nearly everyday by the smile on his face. He seemed so much comfortable here than he did in London. I could easily travel back and forth between the two, but I would be moving too fast if I asked Vasili to stay here. Yet as I watched him explore the rose garden I desperately wished I could. This place would be perfect for us.