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Ethan In Love

Book 2 of the ‘Edward in Love’ In Love Saga It had been over five years since Ethan Jackson and Demyan Chernyshevsky-Coleman had broken up. Five years of avoiding family gatherings, awkward greetings and longing glances from across the room. For both they had tried to move on. To forget their first true loves and try to make a name from themselves from their family’s glory. For Demyan who constantly had to live up to both his fathers’; Edward and Vasili, success he found it difficult to shake off his past when eyes were constantly on him. To forget the man he had once fallen so deeply in love with that it had consumed him for almost a decade but found it near to impossible. For Ethan who constantly worked hard to prove he belonged into a family whose name was a household brand, he often found himself drowning into the voices of those who believed he belonged nowhere near the successful family. His decisions had ruined his chances with the only boy he had ever loved and even though it was almost a decade later he found it difficult to forget. Now as the ex-couple face each other again, will their love prevail or will new love conquests stop them in their path? *** Please beautiful readers read Book 1 and it’s side story, Edward in Love, to better understand Book 2 of the ‘In Love Saga’. Hope you Enjoy!

Matli_Unicorn · LGBT+
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546 Chs

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Demyan 

I parked outside of Malia's family home with my grey matte Rolls Royce Phantom that had been brought over for me to use during my stay. I thought her little Mini would work but I was already cramping by the time I had climbed out of it at the hotel. 

Her face had been red the entire drive here since my security and the car itself drew in a lot of attention. "Couldn't you pick a normal car, Demyan?" she hissed as she released her seatbelt.

"I'm big," I complained, "I need a lot of legroom and I don't want my head to be hitting the ceiling every time."

"Uncle Ed fits just fine in his Lamborghinis and Ferraris," she folded her arms across her chest. 

"You haven't seen the amount of physios he needs afterwards and Pa is no better," I pouted, "You're tiny you don't get a say in this."