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“Went through your closet the last time I was here while you were asleep.”

“Oh, wow.” She shook her head, but didn’t bother to fuck with me about my snooping. At this point, I’m sure she knew what it was with me when it came to her.

Once I got her straight, we headed out. Inside my new whip, I played some tracks I thought she’d enjoy. But she was quiet, focusing her attention on the scenery as we cruised down the freeway.

“What’s on your mind?” I asked her.

“Nothing,” she shrugged.

“I can tell it’s something. Your vibe off.”

She smacked her lips. “Well, excuse me for having an off vibe. I mean, you did just show up at my house uninvited and drag me out of bed.”

“That’s true,” I chuckled, switching lanes. “Sorry for my actions.”

She shot me a sideways glance. “Are you really?”

“Nah.”

She laughed and glanced around, a habit she had picked up since we climbed inside. “This is a nice Range Rover, Prosper.”

“Appreciate it, baby. I just got it.”

“Do you sell drugs?”

I raised an eyebrow at her. “What kind of question is that, Nia? You the FEDS too?”

She sighed, waiting for an explanation.

“Nah,” I denied, but it was clear she didn’t believe me. “I’m not lying to you, I promise. So, just sit back and relax, aight?”

chapter ten.

Nia’Rose.

After two hours with Prosper, I could honestly say I was having a great night with him. The horror film he had chosen was a good pick, and the upscale restaurant he brought me to was even better. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been on a date, so I truly appreciated his effort. In my last relationship, the fire had long since died, and even before that, Martin wasn’t romantic.

“You having a good time?” Prosper asked as we waited for our food.

“I am, actually. You did a really good job. Loved the movie you picked, and seafood is the key to my heart. Now the question is, how did you know I liked both?”

He chuckled. “You used to have seafood delivered to the campus often from different spots.”

I laughed too. “You paid attention to that as well, huh?”

“It ain’t shit you did that I didn’t notice. As for the horror movies, I went through your watch history too that night at your crib.”

I laughed, but I secretly hoped his craziness wasn’t the kind that would land me on the news as a missing person.

“Well, you did great.”

“Bet,” Prosper smiled, pride lighting up his handsome face. It was adorable to see him soften like that. “Tell me more about you.”

“It’s not much to tell.” I shrugged.

“Whether it’s a lot or just a little, I wanna hear it.”

“Well, let’s see. I lost my mother when I was very young to breast cancer, so my father raised us. It’s always just been him, me, and Steph. He never remarried.”

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