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“Yeah.”

“That’s why I can’t keep my mouth off of ya, baby.”

As soon as the words left his lips, I pulled him back in for another passionate kiss. Once again, I was all in.

“Damnnn,” Prosper moaned against my lips, still fucking me from behind. “I’m ‘bout to nut, mama.”

“Me too.”

∞∞∞

The next morning, I woke up and, after half an hour of fussing and rebandaging Prosper’s wound, I finally managed to get him out of my place. I quickly took a shower and got dressed, opting for my navy blue Stratosphere Suiting Stripes Pant Set.

I sleeked my hair up into a neat bun, not having much time to flat iron it. In a rush to hit the phone store before the second service at church began, I left right after putting on my pumps. Out with the old and in with the new, I decided to change my number, hoping for a fresh start.

After leaving Verizon, I arrived at church just in time and spotted my father waiting in his truck. I smiled and gathered myself, despite the lingering ache in my body from the night with Prosper. I quickly popped two Tylenol Extra Strengths with a bottle of water, reapplied my lipstick, and stepped out. As soonas I did, I regretted not taking a page from Stephanie's book and staying home. My thighs were sore as if I’d just finished an intense workout. In a way, I suppose I had.

“Baby girl,” my father greeted me with a warm hug. No matter how old we got, we would always be his baby girls in his eyes.

Franklin Mosley was an upstanding man, an exceptional heart surgeon, and a pillar of the community. He embodied the essence of Black excellence, and I felt incredibly fortunate to call him my father. Did I also mention that he was a God-fearing man?

“Hey, daddy,” I replied, feeling comforted by his presence. He looked so handsome in a nicely tailored suit, his salt-and-pepper hair freshly cut.

“Your sister isn’t coming today?” He asked, glancing inside my car window for a glimpse of Stephanie.

“No, she told me to tell you she’s so sorry. She isn’t feeling too well.”

“Ah, okay. Anything serious I should be worried about?”

“No, just a bad hangover.” I kept it real, and he chuckled.

“Let me guess. Y’all stepped out last night.”

“Yep,with Shay.”

“Ah, man. Enough said.”

We shared a laugh, both knowing that Shay partied just as hard as her father—his best friend.

“I’ll call and check in on her later. How are you feeling?”

He stared me down, attempting to gauge whether I was still grappling with heartbreak.

“Um, I’m actually just fine today, daddy.”

“That’s my girl. Let’s gone and get in here.”

As we walked side by side, catching up on our busy week, I was reminded of the other reason why I couldn’t take things further with Prosper. We were from two completely differentworlds. The night we shared would have to stay buried in my mind…

chapter nine.

A month later.

Nia’Rose

It had been another long day filled with lecturing and grading papers while my students took their tests. Feeling restless, I decided to take a break and enjoy a few sips of my tea. While breaking, my gaze inadvertently drifted to Prosper’s old seat. I say "old" because,for the past two weeks, he had vanished without a trace. I hadn’t seen him at all.

Initially, I thought Prosper might have dropped my class to escape the cold shoulder I had given him following the passionate night we shared. However, after finally checking with a few of his other professors earlier today, I learned that he had stopped attending their classes around the same time as well.

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