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Believe in Love Again

The peaceful life of David, a gardener entering adulthood, comes to an end when a young, handsome but somewhat strange millionaire is brought into his neighborhood. Gustav is a loner with an ice-cold gaze and a hostile attitude, but for some reason he accepts the presence of his employee, David. He even cross some boundaries of decency with him. Everything for David gets even more complicated when it turns out that Gustav is not the only man who is interested in the black-haired 20-year-old and yet David is already in love with a certain girl. On top of that, all the guys who are interested in David have something of the bad boy in them. Will David be seduced by the aura of unavailability spread by the millionaire Gustav and help him believe in love again? Maybe he will be seduced by the equally unpredictable Greg? Or will it be a third party who will win his heart? In front of you a somewhat disturbing but warm story about the struggle against adversity to win and keep true love. All characters, organizations and events described in the book are fictional. The resemblance to the real ones is purely coincidental. The cover illustration is generated by AI

AmberFullMoon · LGBT+
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320 Chs

Is This the Last Such Day?

Gustav came out of the cabin and rinsed his face. He looked in the mirror and twitched. His face was ghastly pale and his eyes glowed morbidly. He looked like some terrifying specter taken out of a ghostly dream. If anyone sees him in such a state....

If David sees him in such a state....

He took a few breaths to calm his pounding heart.

It worked. Barely.

He washed his face once more. He wet his hair, but it was nothing. They will dry...

Someone opened the bathroom door. Gustav twitched. He quickly reached for a paper towel. Too quickly. His broken arm hurt. He muttered a curse in his mouth. It was nothing. He began to wipe his face.

The man who entered the restroom was an engagement party guest. No one important as far as Gustav knew. He nodded to Meiden and without a word headed for the urinal. Nature was calling.