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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+
Peringkat tidak cukup
546 Chs

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Ethan 

"Please tell me the kids are at the mansion," I bit a section of my bottom lip as we drove into the garage of my townhouse. 

"They are," Demyan laughed. He looked like he had just survived a tornado and I was sure I was no better. I did not even have a shirt to wear since Demyan tore it to shreds. He was a pure animal. I had no idea what had gotten into him but even I struggled to keep up at a moment. "I wanted you all to myself."

His hair was down but the curls were a wild frizzy mess from my fingers running through it. The straps of his dress were barely holding onto his shoulders and well the fact I tore off his trunks left very little to one's imagination under that silk dress. 

Just catching my own reflection I looked like I had come out of an apocalypse movie with wild hair, my beard by some miracle looking just as frazzled, my cargo shorts riding low on my hips that I was glad no little innocent eyes would lay sight on me.