Page 39 of Ms. Mosley

Nibbling on my bottom lip, I said,

“We will see about the title.” I answered, trying to remain cautious. “But I do really like you and with that being said, I’m not interested in anyone else. My body is yours.”

“Shit…I can work with that.”

A few hours later, Prosper and Black had driven me home. He walked me inside and did something I never expected from him—he placed two bankrolls on my bar counter.

“W…what’s that for?” I asked, in shock.

He shrugged, looking both serious and incredibly handsome. “Whatever you want to use it for.”

“What? Are you serious? How much is this?” I examined the money.

“Ten bands,”

“Prosper, what? Ten thousand dollars?”

“Shit… what? You need more?” He reached into his pockets, but I stopped him.

“No. No. I don’t need more. Geesh.”

We locked eyes as I moved to the center of the living room to where he stood, wrapping my arms around his neck. In all honesty, he made me so happy.

“You’re insane,” I stood on the tips of my toes, whispering against his ear.

“You’ve become a nigga’s soft spot. I just wanna make sho you straight.” He said, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck. I could sense just how smitten he was. “You gonna let me come through later?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I replied eagerly, squeezing my pussy muscles. I knew what came with that and I couldn’t wait to feel him again. “I’ll call you when I get hom—"

My words were abruptly cut off when Stephanie walked through the front door. I had completely forgotten we had planned to meet here to ride to our destination together.

We all stood there awkwardly for a moment until she broke the silence.

“Oooh, I knew it,” she said, shaking her head and giggling. “Talkin’ 'bout Mahogany Teakwood. Baby, I knew you brought his ass home that night, or should I say he brought you home. I’m calling Shay. That heffa owes me some money. She swore you didn’t have it in you.”

I couldn’t help but laugh as my eyelids fluttered down in embarrassment. But this time, it was her teasing that had me uneasy.

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“So, you really like him, huh?” Stephanie asked as we sat in the busy food court of the mall.

We had just left the building she was considering for her private practice, and since she decided it was time to take theplunge, I wanted us to celebrate. We were grabbing a bite to eat before doing a little shopping. With the money Prosper had given me, I was excited to treat us both.

“I do. A lot.” I answered.

She blushed. “Awe, that’s so good, sis. I’m really glad you’re stepping out of your comfort zone and giving him a chance. You seem so happy today. For that, Mr. Prosper gets a ton of cool points from me.”

“Yeah, there’s a lot that scares me though. One is the age gap and the fact that I’m falling for him so quickly. I don’t think that’s normal, Steph.”

Of course, there was more to the story, but I chose to keep the rest to myself. If Stephanie knew everything, we’d be here all day with her trying to counsel me. It was the therapist in her, and honestly, I wouldn’t blame her for wanting to get inside my head and figure out if I was okay for fucking around with my ex-student, who was also a damn criminal. I was risking everything for Prosper.

I couldn’t imagine being on the outside looking in at my situation; I would definitely judge. But the truth is, I wasn’t just infatuated with a man who was good in bed. It was his actions and kind heart that truly had me hooked.

She laughed. “Sis, don’t worry about all that. You seem to genuinely enjoy him. Remember Daddy said he and Mommy were the same way. Sometimes, when you know, you just know. Just give it a real chance, okay?”

Her words resonated, bringing a sense of comfort and reassurance. It was true that there was something special about what I felt for Prosper, something that drew me in despite the uncertainties.

“Yeah, I hear you. I am.”

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