Matli_Unicorn

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? 

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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!

Ethan In Love

"Morning," Malia padded into the kitchen dressed in one of my large shirts and one of her dancing tights as penguin print socks covered her feet. Her hair was bed wild; I believed more from my fingers running through it, and her skin held a glow to it as she smiled up at me.

I could see the hickeys decorating her neck which made my stomach twist in a slight shame as she wrapped her arms around my waist, went on her tippy toes and pressed a kiss to my lips.

Despite my moral compass disapproval, I wrapped my arms around her and deepened the kiss as I held the back of her head and gripped her hair which caused a whimper to escape her lips.

"Why weren't you in bed?" she ran her hands under my shirt as she pressed herself against me, "You need to make up for lost time."

My Trinidadinian King