Anovel of My motherś ex chapter 8 by authoress rose
Her gaze went from his lips to his eyes as his grip tightened on her.
He looked at her eyes and it seems like it was pulling him in
“Who are you?” Julian asked in a low deep voice as he came closer to her, her flowery smell filled his nostrils creating a perfect blend with the smell of the books.
“Rylee” She replied as her face turned red and her hormones went crazy.
Oops 🙊 her nips stood out almost protruding from her shirt.
His lips curved into a faint smile. “Try to watch where you’re going next time.”
And then he tried to go and she held on to his shirt.
“Professor Drake!” Rylee whispered as she wanted to flirt with him so bad.
“I’m so sorry for……” she started as he gently pulled her hands off his shirt, adjusted his tux and walked out. Leaving her mesmerized and dripping wet.
Just then her mother texted
“Hey Rylee, I might be coming to your school next week for a convention, can’t wait to see you”
She squinted her eyes, not too excited.
The week felt like a whirlwind, each day blurring into the next as Rylee navigated classes, friends, and her growing fixation on Professor Julian Drake. His lectures became the highlight of her day, not because of the content—though he was undeniably brilliant—but because of him.
After one particularly engaging lecture, where Rylee had spent more time staring at Professor Drake’s profile than taking notes, Sophia nudged her as they exited the hall.
“Rylee,” Sophia whispered as they walked out of the building. “Are you even paying attention in there?”
“Of course I am,” Rylee replied quickly, a little too quickly.
Sophia raised an eyebrow. “Really? Because it looked like you were lost in those dreamy green eyes of his.”
Rylee stopped in her tracks. “What? No. That’s ridiculous.”
“Is it?” Sophia said, smirking. “You’ve been zoning out every time he’s within ten feet of you. Admit it, Lee, you’ve got a crush on him.”
“I do not,” Rylee insisted, though her burning cheeks said otherwise.
“Don’t play dumb with me, Lee. You’re practically drooling over him every class. Do you even remember what today’s lecture was about?”
“Of course I do,” Rylee said, a little too quickly. “It was about… uh… the Renaissance and its influence on modern architecture?”
Sophia burst into laughter. “You’re hopeless! That wasn’t even close.”
“It’s nothing,” Rylee insisted, her cheeks heating.
“Good,” Sophia said, looping her arm through Rylee’s. “Because if you’re going to have a forbidden romance, at least wait until we graduate.”
“Okay mom!” Rylee groaned.
Sophia crossed her arms. “Look, I get it. He’s… well, he’s ridiculously handsome. But he’s also our professor. That’s a line you don’t cross.”
Rylee sighed, shaking her head. “It’s nothing, okay? Just a passing thing. I’m not acting on it.”
Sophia studied her for a moment, then nodded. “Fine. But just so you know, you’re not as subtle as you think.”
Rylee groaned. “Great. Thanks for the pep talk.”
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The weekend brought some fun news, Jon and Jules, a wild couple known for their over-the-top parties, had plastered the campus with flyers announcing a pool party at Cole Walker’s mansion.
Later that week, during their usual spot in the dorm lounge, Carla burst in, holding up a flyer with a dramatic flourish.
“Ladies,” she announced, “we’ve been summoned to the social event of the year.”
Sophia grabbed the flyer, reading it aloud. “Cole Walker’s mansion pool party this Saturday night. Open invite.” She raised an eyebrow. “Who’s Cole Walker?”
“He’s a junior,” Carla explained. “Rich, gorgeous, and throws the best parties on campus. Jon and Jules—those two party freaks—swear this is the one event we can’t miss.”
Rylee hesitated. “I don’t know. Pool parties aren’t really my thing.”
“Come on, Lee,” Carla said, flopping onto the couch beside her. “You’ve been way too serious lately. You need to let loose.”
Sophia nodded. “It could be fun. Besides, when was the last time we all did something crazy together?”
Rylee thought about it for a moment. “Fine. But only if Theo goes with me.”
Carla grinned. “Deal. Let’s get ready”
Later that day, Rylee cornered Theo in the dorm hallway, holding up the flyer.
“Please come with me,” she begged.
Theo raised an eyebrow. “A party? Lee, you know I hate those things.”
“I know,” she said, clutching his arm dramatically. “But you’re my only buffer against… you know, creepy guys and potentially awkward situations.”
Theo sighed. “Fine. But if your brothers find out—”
“They won’t,” Rylee promised.
The preparations for the party were nothing short of chaos. Carla spent hours picking out the perfect bikini, claiming she needed something “sexy but intimidating.” Sophia opted for a sleek one-piece, while Rylee went for a modest suit paired with a flowy cover-up.
The dorm buzzed with energy as girls rushed to get ready. Laughter and music echoed through the halls, and the smell of perfume filled the air.
When Theo arrived to pick up Rylee, he looked both amused and exasperated. “You really go all out for these things, don’t you?”
“Shut up,” Rylee said, grabbing his arm. “Let’s go.”
The party was in full swing when they arrived at Cole Walker’s sprawling mansion. The backyard was lit up with string lights, and the pool shimmered like liquid gold under the moonlight. Music blasted from speakers, and the smell of barbecue wafted through the air.
Rylee’s excitement quickly turned to dread when she spotted a familiar figure near the makeshift bar by the pool.
“Lucas,” she whispered, her grip tightening on Theo’s arm.
Theo followed her gaze and groaned. “Why is he here?”
“I don’t know,” Rylee said. “But we need to stay on the other side of the party.”
Lucas caught her eye and gave a small nod. He didn’t make a move toward her, but his presence was enough to keep Rylee on edge.
“Let’s just avoid him,” Theo muttered, steering her away.
The party was wild, to say the least. Carla was in her element, chatting up anyone who crossed her path. Sophia stuck by Rylee, laughing at Carla’s antics.
Things took a turn when a drunk guy stumbled up to Carla, slurring his words.
“Hey, beautiful,” he said, reaching for her arm. “Wanna dance?”
Carla yanked her arm away. “Not interested.”
“Oh, come on,” he persisted, grabbing her wrist.
Big mistake.
In one swift motion, Carla twisted free and punched him square in the jaw. He staggered backward, stunned, as blood trickled from his nose.
The crowd gasped, and a small circle formed around them.
“Anyone else want to try?” Carla said, glaring at the onlookers.
Rylee and Sophia burst into laughter, cheering her on. “That’s our girl!” They shouted.
“That was epic,” Sophia said, giving Carla a high-five.
“Damn right it was,” Carla said, tossing her hair.
The guy’s friends quickly dragged him away, muttering apologies. Carla dusted off her hands, looking smug.
“Remind me never to mess with you,” Rylee said, grinning as they walked away
As the night wore on, Rylee wandered into the kitchen to grab some water. She nearly tripped over someone crouched on the floor, picking up shards of a broken bottle.
“Careful,” the guy said, glancing up at her.
Rylee froze.
It was Cole Walker.
Up close, he was even more striking, with sharp features and piercing blue eyes. His dark hair fell across his forehead as he carefully collected the glass.
“Sorry,” Rylee said quickly. “I didn’t see you.”
“No worries,” he said, standing up. “I probably should’ve cleaned this up sooner.”
As he looked at her, his gaze lingered for a moment longer than necessary.
“You’re… new here, right?” he asked, his voice low and smooth.
“Yeah,” Rylee said, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
Cole smiled. “Well, welcome to the party.”
As he stood, his hand slipped, and a shard of glass cut his palm.
“Damn it,” he muttered, wincing.
“You’re bleeding,” Rylee said, grabbing a napkin from the counter.
“It’s nothing,” he said, though his wince betrayed him.
Rylee stepped closer, pressing the napkin to his hand. “Hold still.”
Cole’s eyes met hers, and for a moment, the world seemed to fade away. Her soft hand caressed his uninjured hand.
“You’re beautiful,” he said softly as he was lost in those bright ice blue eyes, almost as if he hadn’t meant to say it out loud.
Before Rylee could respond, the sound of glass shattering in the next room shattered the moment, pulling them both back to reality.
“Looks like the party’s getting crazier,” Cole said with a small smile, but his eyes lingered on her as she stepped back.
And Rylee couldn’t shake the feeling that something had just shifted between them.
As an Instagram notification entered her phone
Prof. Julian Drake has accepted your follow request…..