章 21: 21) Zealous

Vasili

When I got back to my apartment I was pleasantly surprised to find that Mary had followed my exact words by packing up all her belongings and left. True to my word I had booked her a plane ticket for the same night as well. There was no way I was going to spend thousands on her to stay in a lovely hotel after what she did.

As I entered the kitchen I noticed my favorite yellow mug was in pieces on the floor! I nearly broke down at the very sight. Yes I was being slightly dramatic, but Edward had brought me that mug after two weeks of me being here. It was no secret yellow was my favorite colour and as he claimed he was shopping online and noticed it. It was your average mug, but on it was a beautiful black silhouette of a male ballerino. To most it may have not meant much, but for someone like me who thought I might never professionally dance again it meant so much.

Mary was the definition of a bitch. Pure animalistic. As if things could not go any smoother for me I heard the ring of my phone. When I looked at the contact I noticed it was Yavok. With a heavy sigh I answered the phone, "Hello."

"Why did I get a message from you to sell the house? What is going on?" He furiously spoke in Russian. He often spoke in Russian when he was in public in a foreign country.

"I broke up with her," I answered in Russian and foolishly shrugged even though I knew he could not see me.

"Why? You guys have been together for years," I could understand his shock. I never planned to end our relationship months ago or dared to speak of it. I was completely infatuated with her.

"I found out she was using me for money. She also wanted to write an awful article about Edward."

"That snake! Isn't she aware that we are doing business with him. If that article were to get out it would be obvious she was behind it and who knows what Edward could do then," he stressed.

"I told Edward about it and he got his lawyers to prevent her from doing it."

"Mmm. Did you break up with her only because of that or did you find someone new in London," he joked like a damn child.

"Yavok you know I'm not like that," I sighed and threw myself down on my bed.

"I know I know, but I can understand with all these new ladies around, I , myself would have jumped ship. She was too career focused anyway," to think the man had been married for ten years was astonishing.

"No Yavok the ladies here don't interest me," one man does though. I shyly smiled to myself about Edward. The feeling of his lips were still so present in my mind I could not help, but touch my lips as I grinned from ear to ear. When I said the man could take your breathe away I meant it.

"That's good. Keep focus on work and make sure Edward stays happy," I knew it was a command more than anything else.

"Wow and to think you called to check up on me. Good job big brother," I made sure my voice was laced with sarcasm.

"Oh yes! My deepest apologies for your breakup with Mary, but I never really liked her. I will come to London in a few weeks and we shall celebrate. Plus you are coming home soon since the planning phase is almost done. I'll make sure to sell your house and we can look for something more your style. The modern day shit was not at all comfortable," I blamed myself for thinking my brother was capable of actual empathy and emotions.

"I look forward to it. Give my nieces hugs for me."

"Will do." With that he ended the call. I lay on my bed for what felt like forever thinking. I had completely forgotten that in a few weeks I would have to go home. I probably had two to three weeks left in London. It left me slightly panicked since Edward and I were in such a fragile area, I could imagine what would happen if I had to leave. I always had the option to stay in London, but how would I explain to Yavok that I wanted to stay here. If I stayed I would technically not have a job because my only purpose was to be the bridge between Yavok and Edward.

There was no way I would actually apply for a job at Edwards office. Things were too hectic there and I was just doing one project. The man nearly had a hundred projects globally and unlike his employees engineering was not at all my passion. I had enough money to stay here without working for a few years, but I hated not having a purpose. It was drilled into my siblings and I to always work. My father never let us slack and even though I never agreed with him. It was my second nature to work.

Ballet was always an option, but I had barely trained in the past year since my injury. I often did stretches and a short training session just to keep my overall fitness up. I never really thought I would have the opportunity to go back into ballet and now that Mary was gone it was an option again. A bit of excitement formed in me as the thought of being a dancer again was now on the plate. It would take months of training for me to be back where I was so I knew I still had to get another job to fill the gap whilst I trained.

I sat up and stared at my reflection from the wall length mirror on the opposite wall from where my bed stood. It was one of the main reasons I got the apartment as well. Even though I was not self absorbed like a certain billionaire I knew I did like to look at myself from time to time. My cheeks were slightly flushed from thinking about Edward and my hair was messy from rolling around on the bed. Everyone did say I was handsome and my height was definitely an advantage. Modeling could always be an option. I had done it once or twice in my young adult years and I found it slightly satisfying to see my face on a billboard.

Yet the thought of being in the public eye had me feeling strange. I had always appreciated my private life and since I had been around Edward people seemed more and more interested in knowing what I did. I had no idea why. Edward was by far more interesting than myself, he went on talk shows, interviews, photo shoots plus he acted. He was by far more likable than myself. I was by far more moody and socially awkward from time to time. The only interesting thing about me was my face and the fact I was a dancer. In the dance community I mattered.

That was my area and where I thrived. I had accomplished so much at such a young age and I had fully devoted myself to dancing as a distraction from my past. It stressed me out that I would not be able to dance as soon as I would have preferred. No one besides Mary and Yavok knew I smoked whenever I got a bit too anxious. The thoughts of my future had my head spinning with worry. Without much thought I grabbed a packet of cigarettes from my bedside table and walked out onto my balcony that overlooked the London city.

My apartment was high enough that I had privacy, but as I lit my cigarette and took my first puff I noticed a small flicker of light in the opposite building. It was outrageous to think that someone could spot me from such a distance. I squinted and noticed it was a man with a camera. He continued to take pictures of me as I smoked. I had no privacy even in my own house. This was getting out of hand. Feeling a burst of anger I held up both my middle fingers before angrily stomping back indoors.

Later that night it was no shock to notice my name pop up on numerous tabloids for my outburst. Yavok wasted no time in sending me a message.

'Contain yourself Vasili' the message read from my overly zealous brother. I groaned disappointed with myself. I could not even be angry at him because I knew what he was warning me about. I could not go back to being the unstable, angry person I use to be. I had come to far to let a few paparazzi and tabloids to make me go back there. Edward would not approve.

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