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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

Birthday Boy Jackson

Demyan

My body filled with life as soon as it detected the sun outside. The normally groggy eyed and confused morning Demyan was long gone as my eyes burst open and a bright smile coated my lips. Today was the most important day for Ethan. It was his birthday and instead of waking up in his strong arms I woke up to my body hugging a pile of pillows. 

I recoiled away from them instantly and sat up as I gaped around the room. "Ethan?" I called out as I slipped off my bonnet protecting my deeply conditioned curls. As I massaged my fingers through my scalp I realised the pillows were arranged to the shape of his body. On his bedside table was a bottle of his cologne. 

That explained why they smelt just like him, but it also had me thinking. For someone who worked out so much, why did he feel the equivalent of sleeping on a pile of pillows?