Page 45 of Ms. Mosley

“Just needed some space. Not really in the best mood.”

“You know I have another room upstairs, right? I can sleep there while you take my bed. You don’t have to be on the couch, baby.”

“I know. I’m fine here with Black.”

“Understood.” I leaned down and kissed her forehead before heading upstairs.

After grabbing my clothes, I stepped into the shower to freshen up. I lingered there for about thirty-five minutes, replaying the situation in my mind, trying to figure out how I could have handled that shit differently. But honestly, no other solution came to me. That muthafucka had me fucked up.

Wanting to apologize again, I headed to the living room right after my shower, but I noticed Nia had fallen asleep, petting Black, who was dozing beside her. The sight tugged at my heart, and I hesitated, not wanting to disturb her peace.

Glancing at the clock, I noted it was 11:45. I had time to handle something quickly. Back upstairs, I shot a message to my private investigator, then slipped into a black jogging suit andput on my gloves. Grabbing my gun, I headed to the garage and started up my motorcycle.

After gathering the information I needed, I found myself at Martin Johnson’s residence. When I initially broke in, I noticed that, despite the late hour, he still hadn't returned home. An hour passed, and he finally showed up, looking like hell, with two black eyes and swollen lips. I had done a number on him. And as soon as he flicked on the lamp, I was on his bitch ass again. He wouldn’t get a chance to press charges.

Because Nia would know it was me, I had no intention of killing him. But by the time I was finished, he’d be too fuckin’ terrified to ever utter my name to anyone.

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Nia’Rose

I awoke to the sensation of my panties being gently slid down. My eyes slowly fluttered open, and the sight before me nearly made me jump out of my skin. But as the moonlight streamed in through the massive window, clarity washed over me. I recognized Prosper’s eyes peering at me through the holes of a ski mask. That dark, hooded gaze was unmistakable.

"W... what the hell are you doing?" I questioned him, my heart racing—he was insane.

"About to eat yo' pussy, then fuck you until you forgive me for my sins.” He replied, lifting the ski mask slightly.

"Prosp—" my voice faltered the moment his tongue connected with my clit. "Oooh," I moaned, my body trembling with pleasure. "Where’s Black?"

"I put that nigga up.”

“W…why are you wearing a ski mask?” I managed to ask, feeling confused.

I knew he could be something else in the bedroom; however, he had never taken things this far before. Maybe because I was livid with him, he felt the need to try something new.

With a dripping beard, Prosper paused for a moment and said,

“You wanted to know what I do for my paper. Well, I take care of problems, baby. I get paid to dead issues.”

Still in a state of confusion, I moaned while glancing down at him. I noticed he was dressed in all black. “And why do you have that on? Did you leave?”

“Yes,”

“To go where?”

“To make sure yo’ ex doesn’t press charges.”

“Oh my Go—” I tried to sit up and push him away, but he rose, pinning me to the couch with his body.

I was at his mercy as he slid down his pants and boxers, easing himself inside me. The warmth of his bare skin sent my eyes rolling into the back of my head, overwhelming me with sensations that both thrilled and confused me. I was caught between desire and a whirlwind of emotions all over again. Before I went to sleep, I had promised myself that I would pull back from him before I got tangled up in some bullshit. But now… oh, goodness, now… I found myself wanting to have his baby.

“I promised to always keep it real with you, mama.”

I nodded, as I wrapped my arms around his neck and he hooked my thighs over his arms. He did promise me that. The night before, while fucking me, he whispered a million promises in my ear.

“I could’ve hidden this, but I don’t wanna keep shit from you.”

“What did you do?”

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