Page 29 of Ms. Mosley

With a heavy sigh, I took another sip of my tea and tried to refocus on my work. Once all my students had finished testing, we discussed the expectations for an upcoming project due soon. By the time class ended, my thoughts were in turmoil, thinking where the hell could Prosper be.

The fact that he hadn’t informed any of us that he would be away for an extended period raised a red flag for me. In the few months I had gotten to know him, I learned that he wasgenuinely committed to earning his degree. To me, that meant something could be wrong.

Turning on my computer, I sat there for what felt like an hour, telling myself not to look up his name. My anxiety was through the roof, and I feared that someone might be monitoring my actions; searching for him could raise suspicions. But then I recognized that it was just my guilty ass conscience gnawing at me for fucking that man. I had every right to figure out why my student was missing class. Once I came to that realization, I managed to calm down and type his name into the school database.

Prosper Alonso Shakur's name, accompanied by his student photo, appeared instantly on the screen. But to my surprise and dismay, I was met with the news that he had transferred to another campus. Stunned, I sat there for another ten minutes, trying to process the information, before finally collecting my belongings and heading to the first floor.

The elevator ride felt interminable as I was overwhelmed with conflicting emotions. Part of me wanted to celebrate finally freeing myself from Prosper and the hope that my secret could fade away with him. Yet, another part couldn’t shake the sadness of potentially never seeing him again. By the time I reached my car in the parking lot, I took a deep breath and somehow managed to let the situation go.

Fifteen minutes later, I pulled into the lot of my local Walmart and treated myself to a few snacks, including a bucket of ice cream. Once home, I took a quick shower and then climbed into bed. I buried myself under the covers and turned on the TV.

WithSawplaying in the background on the big screen, I ate my ice cream and tuned in.I planned to watch the entire series. It was my favorite. Not too sure what that said about me, but it would never get old to me.

Anhour into the movie, there was a knock at my front door, disrupting my peace. Believing it was Amazon delivering the new kitchen décor I had ordered, I jumped up, eager to receive my package. However, I was completely taken aback when I swung the door open to find Prosper standing there, holding vibrant red roses in one hand and a Saks Fifth Avenue shopping bag in the other.

“I’ma few weeks late, but better late than never, Nia’Rose.” He said to me.

With bated breath, I stared up at him, swallowing the last of the ice cream in my mouth.

He looked incredibly handsome, wearing a stylish black sweater from his clothing line paired with jeans. The Jordans on his feet appeared as if he had just pulled them out of the shoebox for the very first time today.

“Can I come in?” he asked when I didn’t respond.

I nodded yet was convinced I had fallen asleep and was dreaming.

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Prosper

"W...what are you doing here, Prosper?" She stammered as I walked through her crib. "Prosper?" she called again when I didn’t respond.

"Sup, beautiful?" I replied, taking a seat at the foot of her bed.

"I only said you could come in, not that you could come into my bedroom.”

"Baby, listen. We ain’t got time for the back and forth today. We got a movie to catch at ten. Get dressed, and we can talk on the way."

Nia stood there, flabbergasted, her hands filled with my gifts. I referred to her as Nia now because that Ms. Mosley shit was behind me. I had made sure of that. The following Monday after our night together, I put in a request to switch to a different campus. Since I met all the qualifications and the new campus had room for me, they finally accepted my admission.

If Nia thought she was going to give me that good ass pussy and then easily get rid of me, she had another thing coming. I was on her ass real bad.

"Okayyy,” she shook her head as if she was dreaming. “This is unacceptable. I mean, besides the fact that I already told you no to a date, you shouldn’t be popping up here. I could’ve been seeing someone and had him over."

The image of another nigga in her home…in between her legs… flipped a switch in me, bringing out a side I never wanted her to see.

“Nia, I would hope you wouldn’t wanna fuck with me like that and have me slittin’ a nigga’s throat after I’m trying so hard to turn my life around.” I told her and meant every fuckin’ word. I’d tear this bitch up.

I had already been struggling for a month with withdrawals for that pussy, and I was not in the mood for any bullshit.

Her eyes bulged as she stared at me in disbelief. “Goodness, you’re really crazy.”

“Crazy enough to strip ya down and put that black dress on you myself.”

“Black dress?”

“Yeah, it’s in the bag. Decided I’d buy you one instead.” I revealed.

Setting her roses down, Nia grabbed her bag and rummaged through it. She pulled out a Givenchy dress and a pair of heels. I wanted her pretty feet out.

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