Page 14 of Ms. Mosley

Her body shifted from tense to relaxed, then back to tense, and finally relaxed again. Relaxed when she noticed it was me, tense becauseit was me.

“Calm down before Stephanie walks over here and beat a nigga ass. She’s watching.”

To my surprise, Ms. Mosley burst into laughter. “Y…you will n…not leave me a…alone.”

That’s when I realized she was quite drunk, her words slurring. She was aware enough to know who I was but buzzed enough not to care too much.

“Aye, hold up… I just heard Durk just dropped some fiya with Jhené. Check it out.” The DJ announced, and shortly after, ‘Can’t Help It’ erupted through the speakers. The ladies in the club went wild.

“.I don't usually be apologizin'.

For some reason you got me smilin'.

This is how I was raised so tell your parents I'm not violent.

This is how I was raised I'm from the trenches, I can't hide it.”

“I can’t leave you alone.” I admitted, my gaze fixed on the side of her face as she swayed. “No matter how hard I try.”

The lights above the dance floor illuminated us, deepening my admiration for her beauty. I leaned back slightly to get a better look at the tattoo on her back and loved what I saw. It added another layer to her allure. Honestly, the shit made a nigga’s heart flutter, and that feeling was foreign to me. From what I could see, it was her only tattoo.

Ms. Mosley didn’t respond; she just went with the flow, her eyes half-lidded. Her body felt amazing against mine, and before I could catch myself, my dick rose long and hard.

“Okay, wa… wait. Um…”

The feeling of it slowly brought her back to reality. She attempted to pull away, but I tightened my grip on her.

“Chill, mama.” I pleaded softly. “I apologize. I promise I ain’t tryna disrespect you. It’s just what you do to me… how you make me feel.”

“Prosper…”

“Please.”

To my surprise, her body relaxed, and she resumed dancing.

“You smell good, baby. And I love this tattoo on you. Shit is sexy as fuck.” I told her.

Her chest rose and fell as she struggled to maintain her breath. “Stop callin’ me that. I’m not your baby.”

“You are ‘cause I say you are.”

“You know, I’ve grown to learn that you are crazy, Prosper.”

“Diabolical ‘bout ya.”

Ms. Mosley fell silent, but her hips continued to move. This time, I didn’t disrupt the moment; I let her body communicate what her words couldn’t. The way she melted into my arms told me she felt the connection too. By the next record, I noticed both of her sisters were occupied, so I turned her around to face me. If she slapped my ass, Stephanie wouldn’t notice and intervene.

Ms. Mosley did not object, but she tried her hardest to avoid looking into my eyes. Sick of that shit, I did something about it. But just as I hooked her chin, gunshots suddenly broke out, plunging the club into pure chaos.

Muthafuckas were running, ducking, and screaming at the top of their lungs. As I turned my head in the direction that I heard gunfire coming from, Ms. Mosley pushed from my grasp and took off. Without hesitation, I hurried after her and fucked around and stumbled near a table, slicing my hand against a jagged piece of glass from a broken bottle. Pain shot through my palm, but I pushed that shit aside.

Finally catching up, I instinctively covered her with my body as I reached for my gun. She continued to scream but I kept my focus, guiding her through the madness. Once we reached the rear of the club, I took a moment to check on her, ensuring she was alright.

“What the hell?” She questioned, her body trembling as she began to fully come to. “Oh my God. Where are my sisters?” She tried to go back around the corner, but I stopped her.

“Aye, nah. You can’t go back that way; it’s too fuckin’ chaotic.”

She thought about it before glancing down at her wrist. “W… where is my clutch?”

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