Page 32 of Ms. Mosley

“Thought you had two sisters.” Prosper said, raising an eyebrow as he sipped on his drink.

“I do. Shay is my god-sister, though. Our fathers are childhood best friends.”

“That’s wassup. What else?”

“I’ve been teaching since I was six.”

“Six?” He questioned, his thick brows crashing together.

I snickered, recalling the memories. “It all started with my dolls.”

Prosper chuckled, nodding his head in understanding. “I see. You were born for that shit. You bomb.”

“Mmhm,” I smirked, skeptical. “I don’t know if you’re saying that because you got my goodies or because you truly think that.”

“Nah, I genuinely think that. You taught me a lot in ya class, mama.”

I nodded, feeling a bit more at ease with the drinks we had ordered.

“What about your love life?” he pressed.

“Um, I was with my ex for eight years. It didn’t work out obviously. There was constant infidelity on his end.”

“You still want that nigga, though?”

“Hell no,” I replied, shaking my head. “I stopped wanting and loving him long before the relationship ended. My needsweren’t being met. He lost me mentally long before it became physical.”

“You sho?”

“I’m positive.”

“So, you haven’t been thinking about him? Crying?”

“No. And to be clear, I never cried over him. I cried about all the time I wasted and the betrayal.” I swallowed the lump forming in my throat, feeling the weight of those memories.

“I hear you,” he said, locking eyes with me.

“What about you?” I asked, happy to hear his story and change the subject.

“I grew up with both my parents. They divorced when I was sixteen though. Just like your dumb ass ex, my old man was cheating. But still... he was my nigga. We were just as close as I was to my T lady. I lost him right before I lost my nana.”

“I remember you mentioning your nana in class one day. I had no idea you lost your father too. Sorry to hear that.”

“Appreciate you. Sorry for your loss as well, beautiful. But she’d be proud. Your old man did well. You turned out amazing.”

I found myself blushing. “Thank you. That’s sweet of you to say.”

“It’s the truth.”

“So… are you a cheater, Prosper?” I asked, not expecting him to be honest; I was just extending the conversation.

“I ain’t never wanted to take a chick serious until I met you, so I don’t have any exes or past relationships to be able to tell you that. But what I can say is a nigga worships the ground you walk on, and if you give me a real chance, I ain’t doing shit to jeopardize having ya, Nia’Rose.”

I froze, not expecting such a beautiful response. I could feel the sincerity behind his words, and it left me both surprised and touched.

We stared at one another, the connection between us palpable, until Prosper broke the stillness, amplifying that intensity that had formed.

“I want to take you home with me tonight, baby.”

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