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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

Helpless Sardines

Ethan 

"And look at him!" Igor screamed so loudly causing his whole staff and my own team to turn to look at me as I entered the architectural floor of his company. Vasilisa slapped her forehead as Igor clapped before he came dancing to me then squeezed the sides of my face together. "You're practically glowing Ethan! How beautiful is love? How beautiful is the gift of God?"

Even though I wanted to be irritated by him I could not help the sly smirk that spread across my lips, "Don't be annoying."

"Look!" he screamed as he threw his arm over my shoulder, "He can't even find it in him to properly insult me!" He pulled me to his private office before he hissed at our staff, "Don't just stare at us looking like helpless sardines. Get to work we don't pay you to look."