Not your typical baby mama

Chapter 90 Dylan, Who Is He?

"Bye Aunt Emily! See you next Sunday! Bye Grandma!" Stacy waved from the car window in the back seat as Alex drove away.

The two adults waved at the little one before hopping into Stella's car. Amy took in the older woman's features. All the stress seemed to have dissipated. Amy relaxed when she saw this. It seemed things were sorted out but she still asked.

"How did it go last night?" Amy asked as she hooked on her seatbelt.

Stella sighed as she pulled out of the driveway. "We had a long talk with him. Ian made sure she understands that his decision to move out did not mean she was a bad mother. He says he's still trying to figure out what he wants in life and he wants to be responsible for his decisions and actions like an adult so moving out is the probable answer. And he won't accept any financial help, he wants to make it out on his own."

Amy nodded. That didn't sound too bad but she had no opinion on the matter. He sounded like he knew what he was doing. But then:

"Did he say why he disappeared?"

Stella chuckled when she heard this and shook her head looking amused. "He was with a girl. Ian spent the night out with a girl! You should have seen how happy Richard and I were. Could she be the one you were asking me about?"

"Yes, she's a regular at the library."

"Really? I know almost all our regulars so how do I not know her? I'm sure I would have noticed."

"That's because they were always in the storeroom", Amy muttered as she looked outside.

Screech!

The car suddenly came to a stop when Stella hit the brakes in the middle of the road. She actually heard her! Amy turned and was ready to apologise when she saw an amused smile on the older woman's face. 'Did I miss something?' Amy mused.

"The storeroom? What were they doing in that little space? It can't be what I'm thinking right now, is it?" A sly smile stretched on her lips. Amy sighed when she saw this and nodded away to which Stella laughed as she resumed driving while slapping the steering. "Wow! Like grandfather like grandson! How can they be so alike?"

"What do you.... Oh! Ew! Stella!" Amy's face scrunched up in disgust. Why is this woman like this?

"What? It was a gift from my husband's when I opened the library. We had to bless and mark every corner", she had a huge smile on and her eyes sparkled as she reminisced on those find memories.

Amy reached for the radio and turned it up. Her face was burning red from embarrassment. She would never get used to Stella's bluntness. The latter broke into an amused laughter when she saw Amy's reaction. But that just encouraged her to keep bragging about hers and Richard's little adventures.

Amy felt relieved when they arrived at the library. She went to settle down on her desk.

"Oh! We did it there too."

"Ugh!" Amy's butt was inches away from the seat when she immediately stood up. She glared at the older woman who was still bragging about her bedroom adventures.

Stella laughed again when she saw this. "Gosh! I'm pulling your leg!!!"

Amy let out a tired sigh. It was barely 8 in the morning and this woman was driving her crazy. But her sigh came too soon when she heard Stella speak.

"Like the way Richard pulled my leg when-"

"Okay! To your office! You're done!" Amy marched out from her desk and ushered the very amused Stella to her office. She just could not stand it any longer especially when her active mind kept painting vivid pictures.

While the library echoed with Amy and Stella's laughter, Dylan's room back in Rome echoed with a whole different sound. The sound of his grunts and moans were drained out by the sound of skin slapping and a woman's moans.

He had her naked body bent over the edge of the bed while he pummeled from behind. The woman's red manicured nails clutched the sheets tightly and she bit them with her white teeth as she grunted and moaned from his hard strokes.

"Ah! Yessssss!" She cried out while clutching the sheets harder. Dylan growled when he heard her moan.

Sweat dripped down from her forehead and her head resembled a bird's nest from having her hair pulled by him in between their trysts. Both were breathing heavily and Dylan's body glistened with sweat. The room was littered by used condoms with their juices leaking out. For a woman who was a clean freak, she had no time to be bothered by this when Dylan's meat was buried inside her warmth stretching her in ways she had never imagined.

"Dylan!" She cried out in warning. He got the message and quickened his strokes before they both cried out in climax.

"Ah!" Dylan shot out his seed inside her.

He pulled out and threw the condom on the floor before dragging them both fully into bed. She was so spent from all the fucking she had no energy to move. Dylan took her in his arms before taking a cigarette and lighter from his nightstand drawer and lighting it up.

"Me too", she spoke as she settled her head on his chest.

He dragged and puffed out a smoke before handing her the cigarette to do the same.

"I'm taking your innocence in so many ways. Now, I've got you smoking", he chuckled in amusement.

She slapped his chest as she laughed while smoke came out of her mouth. Their laugh died out and the room fell silent as the two shared the cigarette. In the dark room, both of them had their thoughts on their worries as they calmed down from their love making.

"Dylan?" She called out to which he hummed in response. "Aldo probably knows I'm with you, but I'm worried. If he finds you, he will kill you."

Dylan took the cigarette from her and dragged before puffing out a smoke. As her gaze was fixed on the wall ahead distracted by the countless scenarios her mind created, she didn't see the complex emotions that flashed in Dylan's eyes. Even if she saw, she would never guess what was going on through his mind.

"Don't worry Esmeralda, I won't be the one getting killed."

Esmeralda was shocked by the coldness in his tone. She lifted her head to look at him. Even though their was that playful element about him, the way he spoke just now, it sent a terrible shiver down her spine. This man, just who is he?