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? 

***

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

Demyan's shoulders slightly tensed as he fiddled with the seam of one of his hot pink leather skirts with a slit so high I thought was too dangerous for the world to see. I would have to hide the skirt when he left. The topic of his fashion when he was with Malia seemed to make him feel slightly uncomfortable which made me wonder what had happened.

"Did they say something about your fashion Demy?" I frowned as he looked at me with a tight smile.

"They didn't say anything," he shrugged, "You could just feel it in the air after they had first met me. I think I had on more pink than Malia had ever worn and they didn't exactly like that."

"But you cross dress all the time," I tilted my head to the side as I felt a level of protectiveness rise over me, "Clothes and colour have no gender. They can't make you feel like it's wrong when you grew up in a house that taught those principles."

Yes and Yes