Anovel of My motherś ex chapter 21 by authoress

Julian stood by the record player, adjusting the volume as the soft strains of a romantic melody filled the room. The warm glow of the lamps cast a gentle light across his living room, creating a tranquil atmosphere. He turned to head toward the kitchen, but before he could take a step, Rylee’s arms wrapped around him from behind.

“Don’t go,” she whispered softly.

Her voice froze him in place. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. Then, he turned around slowly, meeting her eyes.

“You shouldn’t be here this late,” he murmured, though his voice lacked conviction.

Instead of answering, Rylee reached out and took his hand, leading him to the center of the room. “Dance with me,” she said, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

Julian sighed but didn’t resist. “Rylee, this isn’t—”

“Just one dance,” she interrupted, her eyes locking with his.

The music played on as she placed his hands on her waist, her own resting lightly on his shoulders. They moved together, swaying gently to the rhythm. Julian tried to maintain his composure, but the intimacy of the moment was undeniable.

“You’re trouble,” he said quietly, though there was a trace of a smile on his lips.

Rylee grinned. “Maybe. But you don’t seem to mind.”

The Next Morning,

Rylee woke up to the soft rays of sunlight streaming through Julian’s curtains. She stretched lazily before glancing at the clock on the wall. It was early, but she knew she had to leave before anyone noticed her absence.

She slipped out of the guest room, where Julian had insisted she sleep, and tiptoed toward the door. Before leaving, she glanced back one last time, a small smile playing on her lips.

By the time she returned to her dorm, her mood had shifted. Seeing Carla lounging casually as if nothing had happened ignited a spark of anger within her.

Without warning, Rylee marched up to Carla and slapped her hard across the face.

“You’re a terrible friend!” Rylee shouted, her voice shaking with fury. “I was in the hospital, Carla! Fighting for my life! And where were you?”

Carla staggered back, clutching her cheek in shock. “Rylee, I—”

“You what?” Rylee interrupted, her voice rising. “You were too busy with your own drama to care? Do you know how much that hurt?”

Sophia, who had been sitting nearby, stood up and joined in. “She’s right, Carla. You should’ve been there for her. Instead, you were off doing God knows what while Rylee needed you.”

“I’m sorry,” Carla said, her voice trembling. “I really am—”

“Save it,” Sophia snapped, cutting her off. “If you can’t be there for your friends when it matters most, maybe you shouldn’t call yourself one.”

Carla’s eyes filled with tears, but neither Rylee nor Sophia seemed moved. The tension hung heavy in the air as Rylee turned on her heel and walked away, 

leaving Carla to grapple with her guilt.

Later That Day

Professor Julian’s class was the last of the day, and as usual, his lectures captivated the students. His authoritative voice commanded attention, and even Rylee, seated near the back, couldn’t help but admire him.

“Girl stop touching your clits in class” Sophia called the attention of Rylee pulling her fingers from underneath her flair skirt.

“I can’t help it. He is not all buttoned up” Rylee said almost moaning but holding it in.

When the class ended, students began filing out, but Rylee stayed behind, waiting for the room to empty. 

Once they were alone, she quietly slipped into Julian’s office, shutting the door behind her.

Julian glanced up from his desk, startled. “Rylee, what are you doing here?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she walked toward him, her steps deliberate.

“Rylee, this isn’t—”

Before he could finish, she leaned over the desk, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “I’ve missed you.”

Julian’s breath hitched, his resolve wavering as her fingers trailed along his jawline. “Rylee, stop,” he said, his voice strained. “This is inappropriate.”

“No it isn’t” Rylee said in a low voice 

“I’m so wet Professor”

“Rylee fucking get out!!!!” Professor Julian raised his voice pointing at the door.

But Rylee didn’t stop. She climbed onto the desk, positioning herself in front of him, her eyes filled with a mix of determination and longing. She raised her skirt for him to see what he is missing 

“I don’t care about what’s appropriate,” she said. “I want you, Julian.”

“I don’t care what you want!” Julian self control snapped  as he pulled her arm.

“I am tired of having sex dreams” Rylee said and immediately.

His self-control snapped, and in a moment of weakness, he pulled her into a passionate kiss.

Then she whispered into his ear In a soft enchanting voice.

“I know your escapades with my mother” Rylee cupped his face in her hands as he lifted her up and her wet panties touched his belt.

“Sticky” Julian whispered in her ears as he used one arm to hold her up and the other to unbuckle his belt unzipped his trousers.

“Fuck me like you fuck you Victoria” Rylee whispered as Julian pulled off her panties and squeezed out the liquid. 

Flinging it.

The moment he slipped his 10 inches cock inside of her.

She let out a painful pleasurable moan.

“Daddy fuck me!” Rylee moaned loudly and he started thrusting in faster and faster as his table creaked.

Julian started having flashbacks of his sexual intercourse with Victoria.

“Choke me!” Rylee said as Julian flipped her and started fucking her from behind.

After 1 hour of doggy style,

Julian was about busting his nuts outside her vagina but she held him 

Closer to her in and he came inside of her.

“Why” Julian asked as he put on his trousers.

“I don’t know” Rylee smiled as she collapsed breathlessly.

Julian lay beside her, his morn going to a different time.

 ⏰Flashback: ⏰November 17, 1996⏰

Victoria’s screams echoed through the hospital room as she clutched Julian’s hand, her face contorted in pain.

“You’re doing great,” Julian said, his voice calm despite the chaos around them. “Just a little more.”

Victoria cried out one last time, and then the sound of a baby’s cries filled the room. The nurse handed her the newborn, a tiny boy with a full head of dark hair.

“It’s a boy,” the doctor announced with a smile.

Victoria wept with joy, holding the baby close to her chest. “Matthew,” she whispered. “His name is Matthew.”

Julian’s heart swelled with emotion as he reached out to touch the baby’s tiny hand. Despite everything—the circumstances of the pregnancy, the disapproval of their families—this moment felt perfect.

When it came time to fill out the birth certificate, Julian didn’t hesitate. He signed his name under the father’s section, legally claiming the child as his own.

“You’re his father now,” Victoria said, her eyes filled with gratitude. “Thank you, Julian. For everything.”

He kissed her forehead, his voice steady as he replied, “I’ll always be here for you. For both of you.”

Present Day

As Julian lay still alone in his thought that evening, his thoughts drifted back to those moments. 

The weight of his choices, past and present, bore down on him, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that his connection with Rylee was inevitable—no matter how complicated or forbidden it might be.

He looked at the passed out Rylee and kissed her forehead.

“My Rylee” he whispered…