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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

Alpha Male

Demyan 

"Demyan, don't forget your lunch with Malia," Kyla quickly popped her head into my office and I was quick to nod. 

It was one of the rare days Malia was willing to go out and about in down with her swollen feet so I had to take the opportunity with both hands. I switched off my computer then headed to the garage before I quickly drove to Nicole's apartment. Malia said she would be there today so I knew where to pick her up. 

"Hi Demyan," Nicole opened the door with a smile. 

"Hi Nicole," I bounced on my feet, "I'm here to collect Malia."

"Malia?" her eyebrows furrowed, "She's not here."

"She said she'd be here for the day," I frowned. 

She shook her head, "She hasn't been here the whole day. Maybe she- well you know how Malia is. Who knows she might be a barista again."

I let out a groan and ran my fingers through my hair, "I'm sorry for disturbing you. I'll call her."