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With bated breath, I watched the guy hesitate, his gaze shifting to the side of Prosper, where a gun was tucked away. His stance revealed a slight shift in his coat, and the club's lighting caught the chrome, making it glisten. And I couldn’t help but wonder how the fuck he got it in here. Security checked thoroughly at the door.

“Aight,” the guy said nervously, raising his hands in surrender. “You got it.” Within seconds, he walked away.

Once he was gone, I shot a look back at Prosper. I didn’t know whether to be terrified or turned on seeing him in this light. Unfortunately for me, it was the latter that I felt.

“You look so muthafuckin’ good tonight, Ms. Mosley.” He said, studying me.

All I could do was shake my head. “Prosper...”

He smirked as he sat in the seat that the guy had just vacated. As soon as he settled in, I stood up, ready to escape. I needed that push to join my sisters. Them heffas had clearly forgotten about me. What I didn’t expect was for Prosper to rise too, pinning me against the bar with his weight. And it was like Déjà vu.

“Nah,” He whispered to me gently. “You ain’t runnin’ from me tonight. I need to talk to you.”

“Prosper, please…” My words slurred a bit as I stared up at him, pressing my hand against his chest.

He held my gaze for what felt like an eternity, then leaned in, speaking with authority into my ear.

“You ain’t at work right now, so chill out and sit back down so we can talk.” He flicked his nostrils, nodding his head toward my stool.

chapter six.

Prosper

“I'm sure you know that I'm off duty right now. Which means we have nothing to talk about.” Ms. Mosley said, yet she took a seat.

I knew then that this was where she wanted to be. She was just fighting it. I returned to my seat, chuckling. “You so mean, but I love that shit."

"You're totally out of line talking to me like this."

I nodded. "You right, but I don't wanna be."

"Want to be what?"

“If pursuing you is wrong, I don’t want to be right.”

Silence enveloped us, with ‘No Chill’ now playing throughout the club.

"Why you sittin’ here alone?" I asked, knowing she had walked in with two females earlier.

"My sisters are dancing."

“So, why you ain’t?”

She rolled her eyes at my question, then glanced around. I’m sure she was trying to see if someone was watching us.

“I’m just not in the mood.”

"You need to let that hurt go. You way too beautiful to be out here pouting and shit over a dumb ass nigga.”

"Why do you always talk to me like you know my life, like you know what I'm going through?"

"Cause you have that same look my T lady had when my pops cheated on her, and she was going through a divorce. Shit tore her into pieces.”

Not only did she wear the look, but I had also overheard her sister on the phone when I approached her in class that day. Coupled with stalking her Facebook, I had it all figured out. She didn’t need to know all that, though.

"It's inappropriate for us to be talking like this, Prosper.”

"I ain’t never been a nigga that followed rules, Ms. Mosley.”

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