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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+
Peringkat tidak cukup
320 Chs
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Blissful Ignorance

"David, honey, are you sick?"

His mother's concerned voice perplexed him. He combed his hair with his fingers, which for some reason he didn't do properly today anyway. A rowdy storm of black hair, which in his opinion was already asking to be trimmed.

"E, no," he said, glancing then at his mother, then at his father, who was peering at him from over a mug of morning tea. "I just slept a little badly."

"What, why?" his mother didn't take her eyes off him. "Maybe it's yesterday's heat? Have you overworked yourself? Or did you get sunstroke?" she asked a hair's breadth away from panic.

"Give the boy a break," the father focused on putting a tomato with chives on his lard-smeared slice of bread. Heavy on the stomach, but tasty, especially if the greaves were well rendered but not burnt. "He must have been sitting on the Internet at night watching some movies," said the man.

"In the middle of the week?"