Page 11 of Ms. Mosley

Nia’ Rose

Finally entering the club with my sisters, we headed straight to the bar. I settled onto a stool, eager to order a drink to help lift my spirits and ease my nerves. I didn’t want to ruin the night for us, but the men here were already starting to agitate my soul. They’d been hounding us since we stepped out of the car.

“Hi, give me a Dirty Martini, please.” I requested.

Stephanie and Shay ordered the same. As we waited for our drinks, we soaked up the music. They were jamming tonight. ‘Somebody Loves Me’by PARTYNEXTDOOR & Drake was playing. I swayed my head, slowly coming to life. I loved this song.

“You good, sis?” Stephanie leaned over to check on me.

“I am. If I could just get my drink, I’d be ecstatic.” I fibbed just a little.

“That’s the spirit.” She laughed, playfully kissing my cheek. “Wait, we’re in luck. Here they come.”

“Ooh, yes. Hand ‘em over.” Our godsister Shay chimed in, thanking the bartender.

We started with martinis, enjoying the smooth flavors before moving on to a few shots. By the time we finished, Shay’s energy had picked up even more and she was eager to get to the dance area.

“Come on, y’all.” She said, rolling her hips to the beat.

Stephanie nodded, but I shook my head no. “I’ll catch up later, y’all. I’m good right here for now.”

“Oh, hell nah. We brought you out to have fun, sis. Don’t be a party pooper.”

“I’m not. Just give me a little more time to chill. My damn feet hurt from standing up in class all day.”

Shay playfully rolled her eyes and smacked her lips. “Fine, but you better be ready by the time we come back.”

“I hear you,”

Smirking, I watched them strut off in their heels and by the time they reached the dance floor, another drink was on its way to me. After another successful shot, I could feel the effects kicking in even more. I sat there vibing alone, honestly having a decent time at that point. That’s until a guy sat down next to me, his lustful gaze irritating me all over again and killing the good vibes I’d developed.

“How you doin’ tonight, Sweetheart?” He asked after his observation.

Not wanting to be rude, I glanced over at him and offered a cute little fake smile. “Hi, I’m good.”

‘I’m good’ meant several things and I hope he took a hint. He seemed decent enough, but I wasn’t interested in entertaining anyone at the moment.

“Bet,” he grinned, obviously not giving a shit about my dry response. “Let me get you another drink and make the night even better. Maybe I can get a dance with you too.”

“I appreciate the offer, but no thank you.” I spoke more firmly this time, preventing him from calling the bartender over.

His brows furrowed. “Damn, it’s like that?”

“It’s like that. But again, I really appreciate the offer.” I maintained my composure, hoping he’d finally take the hint and let it go.

“Damn, what’s with the snappy ass attitude? You think you too good to dance with me or some shit?” The muthafucka did the complete opposite.

Feeling a surge of annoyance, all politeness went out of the window, and I shot him a look that told how I truly felt. But just as I was about to go off, I was enveloped by a familiar scent of cologne from behind me. Immediately, my words got caught in my throat as I felt a wave of anxiety overpower my anger.

I did not want to believe the universe was conspiring against me like this. I had hoped it was just another guy wearing the same scent I associated with Prosper. But then… I heard his unmistakable deep voice.

“Say, she said she good. But since you feelin’ so fuckin’ friendly tonight, let me get that seat.”

Slowly, I turned to my right, and there he was—Prosper Shakur, standing draped in diamonds. He wore even more than usual, which said a lot since he was never seen without jewelry at the college. Tonight though, he did not keep it light. Four chains hung around his neck, while a Cartier adorned his wrist. A few rings sparkled on his fingers, completing his look.

“Excuse me?” the guy said, his brows furrowing in confusion. He looked just as stunned as I felt.

“You excused, nigga.Move.” This time, Prosper was more aggressive as he stepped closer.

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