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“You know how to cook?” he asked.

I shook my head immediately, a bit embarrassed. “Unfortunately, no.”

“You telling me you can change a tire but don’t know how to cook?”

“Yeah, it sounds crazy, I know. But Steph did all the cooking when we were growing up. She spoiled me, so I never learned.”

“That ain’t no issue. Ya man knows how to cook.”

I felt myself blush as Islowlytook a seat at the bar, watching him. He had my pussy so sore that I was going to need a warm bath with Epsom Salt before I went to meet with Steph. Once he was done, we headed back upstairs to his balcony. Like him, I devoured the omelet, leaving no crumbs behind—it was delicious.

“You always get up this early to cook?” I asked Prosper, who was gazing at the view.

“Nah, I just wanted to share a moment with you before you left me.”

“Prosper,” I stared at him in amazement. “You’re truly a good guy.”

“That’s what I been tryna tell your strict ass.”

We shared a laugh before I grew quiet, bowing my head in deep thought.

“So… wassup?” he asked.

“Wassup with what?”

“You mine or what? I know how I feel ‘bout ya, but I need to hear from your mouth where you stand.”

“You truly ready after just one date?”

“I was ready the first time I saw your pretty face in that classroom, Nia’Rose.”

I smiled, again. I couldn’t seem to stop. He had a mouthpiece on him.

“We need to discuss something else.”

“What’s that?”

“What all do you do for money?”

“I don’t do what you think I do, mama. I told you I don’t sell drugs.”

“So, you’re telling me you make all your money from selling your clothing line?” I asked, rhetorically. My common sense told me he didn’t.

“Nah,” he was honest. “Not all of it.”

“Is the other thing legal?”

He shook his head no. “But I can’t tell you exactly what it is until I know for a fact that I can trust you, ya feel me?”

“Well, whatever it is… is that a long-term thing for you? I mean, I can’t be getting caught up in anything, Prosper.”

“I know that. I’d never put you in a position to get caught up in my shit. And to answer your question, nah, I promised my nana before she died that I’d stop. I’ve been saving as much as I spend. On top of that, I plan to open a store to sell my clothing line after I get my degree. And who knows, I may be able to open more one day.”

His determination shone through as he spoke, and I admired his ambition despite the bad.

“Okay,”

“You got your answer. Now, give me one.” Prosper leaned over, stroking my cheek. “Are you mine?”

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