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“Trust, I see.”

“But I do respect you, so I try to let you be while you at work, like you asked of me. Right now, though? I can't."

"But you haven’t given me much space there either."

"I said,try." Silence hung between us yet again as I signaled for the bartender. "This shit fate.”

"Fate?"

"There are over thirty clubs and bars downtown, yet we both ended up here tonight. God put us both here for a reason."

I had a relationship with the man above, no doubt. But I won’t front. I brought Him into it because my Facebook sleuthing had also shown me that she faithfully attended church on Sundays. She was a God-fearing woman, and a nigga like me desperately needed to be saved. Just then, the bartender came over. I ordered my favorite and asked for whatever she had been sipping on.

After she walked off, Ms. Mosley stared off into space, ignoring me. I let her have her peace, not wanting to be too pushy. A few minutes later, the waitress returned, and I settled the bill. Ms. Mosley and I continued to sit in silence, sipping our drinks while soaking in the music. That was until her sisters approached.

“Sis, girl… we done gave you enough time. You ready?” One questioned before glancing over at me. “Oh, wait a minute. Are we interrupting something?”

“No,” Ms. Mosley quickly said, shaking her head. “This is…”

“Prosper,” I interrupted her, feeling like she was about to introduce me as her student. They didn’t need to know that shit so she could try to downplay my role in her life. She had me fucked up. I’m her nigga.

“Oh, wow. Well, hello there, Prosper.” The other woman chimed in who looked more like Ms. Mosley, just a few shades darker. “Is my sister giving you a hard time?”

“She is actually. I been tryna talk to her for thirty minutes now and not having much luck.”

Both women giggled. “Forgive her. She just got out of a relationship, so she’s a bit of a meanie.”

“Shay,” Ms. Mosley scolded, shooting her a warning glance.

Shay snickered. “Well, there goes my introduction. I’m Shay, and this is our sister Stephanie.”

“Nice to meet you, ladies.” I nodded at Stephanie. “Not tryna pressure y’all sister; I just can’t seem to walk away from her beauty. It’s got me in a trance.”

“Oop, okay then... Not you over here mackin’ on my little sister. I love to see it.” Stephanie said, raising an eyebrow. “You’re quite handsome. If I may ask, how old are you?”

“25,” I replied.

Both women exchanged big smiles, clearly finding the moment endearing. Ms. Mosley, however, maintained a serious expression. It was evident that my age had stirred some feelings in her. Sensing the tension, I decided to stand up to leave and ease any discomfort.

“But hopefully, I’ll see you again before the night’s over and I can get a dance, beautiful.” I walked away, leaving her sisters talking and blushing in the background.

An hour later, I found myself back at square one, in the section discreetly watching Ms. Mosley's every move. While my niggas were busy entertaining bitches whose names they wouldn’t remember by morning, I was plotting my next move on the woman of my dreams.

Tired of watching niggas attempt to flock on her, I rose to my feet and headed back down the steps before she made me catch another charge in this bitch. Once on the dance floor, I made my way through the crowd and behind her.

Spotting me, Shay giggled while Stephanie offered me a half smile and watched closely. I could tell she was ready to step inifMs. Mosley rejected me. Still, I was determined, softly backing her body into mine.

“What the he—”

“Don’t act like you didn’t know this was me.” I whispered against her ear. “I know you recognize my scent.”

“And what makes you think that?”

“I can see how you fidget when I’m only a few inches away. You know when I’m near.”

Guilt flickered across her face as she fell silent.

“Can I dance with you?”

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