Anovel of My motherś ex chapter 13 by authoress rose
Rylee felt the burn of vodka sliding down her throat, a sharp contrast to the chaos inside her.
She slammed the empty glass onto the bar and signaled for another. The bartender raised a brow but handed her the drink, glancing briefly at the fake ID she’d provided.
Rum. Bourbon. Vodka. She ordered them in succession, pouring each one into her aching soul, as if the alcohol could drown out her heartbreak.
Unbeknownst to her, Julian stood in the shadows, watching. His piercing gaze followed her every move, his jaw tightening as she spiraled further into her drunken stupor.
“Rylee, that’s enough,” Cole said, appearing beside her. He grabbed the glass in her hand, but she pulled it back, grinning mischievously.
“Come on, Cole,” she slurred, leaning closer to him. “Don’t be such a buzzkill. Dance with me.”
He hesitated, glancing around nervously. “Rylee, you’re wasted. This isn’t—”
Before he could finish, she grabbed his hand and dragged him to the dance floor. The music pulsed through the room, the bass vibrating under their feet.
“Dance with me,” she whispered, her lips dangerously close to his ear.
Cole sighed, clearly torn, but he gave in. They began moving together, their bodies swaying to the rhythm. As the alcohol took over, Rylee’s movements grew bolder, more seductive. She pressed against him, her hands wandering as she tilted her head back and laughed.
“Rylee,” Cole said, his voice strained. “You’re… I mean, we shouldn’t—”
“Shh,” she whispered, silencing him with a finger to his lips.
Julian’s jaw clenched as he watched from the corner of the room. His hand tightened around his glass, his eyes narrowing as Rylee pulled Cole closer, their movements growing more intimate.
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By the time the party wound down, Rylee and Cole were completely wasted. Stumbling out of the club, they headed for Cole’s car.
“I’ll drive,” Rylee declared, giggling as she reached for the keys.
“You can barely walk,” Cole said, swaying slightly.
“That makes two of us,” she shot back, laughing as she fumbled with the car door.
Before either of them could climb in, Julian appeared. His voice was calm but firm as he said, “Neither of you is driving.”
Rylee turned to face him, her smile fading. “Oh, great. It’s you again.”
“Out of the car,” he ordered.
“No, go away teacher” Rylee slurred her words as she burst into laughter.
“Get in my car,” Julian ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Rylee glared at him, her defiance burning through the alcohol haze. “What are you doing here?”
“Making sure you don’t kill yourselves,” Julian said, his voice calm but firm.
“I’m fine,” she snapped. “Leave me alone.”
“You’re not fine,” he replied. “Neither of you is in any condition to drive.”
“Why do you even care?” Rylee shouted, tears welling in her eyes. “You don’t want me, remember? You made that very clear.”
Julian’s patience wore thin. Without another word, he leaned down and scooped her into his arms.
“Put me down!” she screamed, kicking and wriggling. “I hate you!”
Julian ignored her protests, carrying her to his car and placing her gently in the passenger seat. Cole, too drunk to argue, stumbled into the back seat without a word.
Rylee leaned against the car door, her head lolling to the side as Julian drove in silence.
“You’re such a hypocrite,” she slurred, her voice dripping with bitterness and alcohol.
Julian glanced at her out of the corner of his eye but said nothing.
“First, you call me a slut,” she continued, her voice rising, “and now you’re playing the hero? Make up your mind.”
Julian’s lips twitched into a faint smirk, but he kept his eyes on the road.
“Don’t ignore me,” she said, leaning toward him. Her dress slipped off her shoulder, revealing more skin. “Admit it. You want me.”
“Sit back,” Julian said, his tone even but commanding.
Rylee pouted, crossing her arms. “You’re no fun.”
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Rylee woke up to the smell of coffee and the soft hum of a distant conversation. She blinked against the morning light, her head pounding as she took in her surroundings.
The room was unfamiliar—luxurious and tastefully decorated. Panic set in as she realized she wasn’t wearing her clothes, only an oversized shirt that smelled faintly of cologne.
The door opened, and Julian stepped inside, holding a tray with coffee and toast.
“Good, you’re awake,” he said, setting the tray on the nightstand.
“What… what happened?” she stammered, clutching the blanket to her chest.
“You passed out,” Julian said simply. “I brought you here to make sure you didn’t do anything stupid. Your clothes smelled like alcohol, so the staff had them washed.”
Her face turned crimson. “Did we…?”
Julian’s expression darkened. “No, Rylee. Nothing happened. Unlike you, I have self-control.”
His words stung, and she looked away, folding her hands.
“Drink this,” he said, handing her a glass of water. “And next time, don’t drink yourself into oblivion.”
She took the glass, avoiding his gaze. “What about Cole?”
“He’s fine,” Julian said, his tone indifferent. “He’s still asleep in the car. You can check on him when you’re ready to leave.”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” she muttered.
Julian raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Instead, he turned and left the room without another word.
“Okay he didn’t ask that. I’m so stupid” Rylee said to herself as the door slammed shut.
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After getting dressed, Rylee ventured downstairs, where Julian’s house staff greeted her warmly. They offered her breakfast and treated her like royalty, much to her surprise.
The butler gave her a tour of the sprawling mansion, showing her the grand library, the indoor pool, and the manicured gardens.
Despite her initial discomfort, Rylee found herself enjoying their hospitality.
Julian, however, was nowhere to be seen.
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When Rylee returned to her dorm, her roommates were waiting for her, their faces a mix of curiosity and amusement.
“Spill,” Carla said, crossing her arms.
“What?” Rylee replied, feigning ignorance.
“Don’t play dumb,” Sophia chimed in. “You disappeared with Cole last night. What happened?”
“Nothing” Rylee said undressing.
“You banged Cole?” Carla asked as she saw some faint red marks on her thighs close to her private area.
“No we didn’t get there yet!” Rylee said as she removed her panties and slipped on some long pants (trousers).
“More like Professor Julian”
Rylee hesitated for a moment before relaying the events of the night.
As she recounted the story, Carla and Sophia exchanged glances, trying to suppress their laughter.
“You seriously tried to seduce him again?” Carla asked, grinning.
“Shut up,” Rylee groaned, covering her face.
“And he carried you to his car like some kind of knight in shining armor?” Sophia added, bursting into laughter.
“Stop it,” Rylee said, throwing a pillow at her.
“Hey, at least you got to see his house,” Carla teased. “Most people don’t even get past the front door.”
“Yeah, did you guys fuck!” Sophia said as Rylee jumped on her and hit her with pillows.
“Pillow fight!!” Carla declared.
“No, you are so strong you might break our necks for real” Rylee said laughing as Carla tackled her and they laughed.
They were her safe space