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Nia’Rose

“Then please, stop what you’re doing.” I pleaded, feeling the seat of my panties grow moist.

My words might have been firm, but every inch of my body was betraying me, leaving me shaken to my core. Why was I allowing myself to slip like this? Why was I letting him get this close? I knew better. But as Prosper looked back at me with that hooded gaze, the answer became crystal clear. He was a sight for sore eyes—so captivating that he could make even the toughest woman bend, ready to risk it all. That woman was me.

For the longest time, I tried to avoid viewing him in that way, but now he was making it increasingly difficult. Tall, with rich dark skin, a tapered fade, and thick beard that highlighted the bottom gold grill in his mouth, Prosper undeniably was dreamy. And if we had met under different circumstances, I might’ve ignored our large age gap and fallen for his charm. It could’ve been just what I needed to relieve some of the pain I felt inside.

However, that wasn’t the hand life had dealt me. He was my student, and he had a record. I knew this because I learned that he had recently completed jail time and probation for a charge related to the possession of an illegal firearm just before the school year began.

The flashy, diamond-encrusted jewelry he wore hinted at the possibility that he might have been involved in something highly illegal to acquire it all. The Cuban chain around his neck alone was worth several times my salary. I wasn’t judging him, but there was absolutely nothing I could do with a possible gangster either. I had worked too hard, dedicating myself through college to earn my degree, and I refused to jeopardize my job and reputation for a temporary thrill.

"Please,” I begged once more before I agreed to something that could turn my entire world upside down even more. “You need to go.”

With a resigned expression, Prosper pushed himself up from my desk. I was still reeling from his boldness of sitting there. Granted, I had sensed his crush on me but never in a million years did I think he would act on those emotions. I for damn sure never thought he would come off this strong either.

Then again, Prosper was crazy. I’d realized this when he went ape shit on another male student who had disrespected me quite some time ago. And I must say, even then, his boldness both intrigued and unsettled me.

Proving my point about his insanity, he stepped closer and placed his hands on either side of me, effectively pinning me against the board. His imposing figure loomed over my smaller frame, enveloping me like a predator cornering its prey. He whispered,

“In a perfect world, you would’ve agreed to let me take you out and I would’ve made you so happy that you’d forget whatever it is that fuck nigga did that keeps you in shambles. But I don’t wanna get you in no shit, so I’ma fall back, for now .”

His words sent a shiver down my spine. There was a reckless sincerity in his tone, and for a moment, I could almost picture what he described—a night free from worries, filled with laughter and genuine connection. Something I hadn’t felt in a while and severely needed.

My mouth parted to speak, but I couldn’t seem to form one word. His top teeth that were visible were perfectly straight and white, pulling me into a deep trance. This young man was absolutely beautiful. Rugged—but indeed beautiful. And his breath smelled incredible. Crazy work.

Prosper turned and walked away with those long, bowed legs and as soon as he disappeared from view, I released the breath I had been holding. Talk about shambles… he’d left my panties in disarray.

∞∞∞

Later that night.

Martin: Can you pick up your phone for me?

Martin: That bitch told me she messaged you this morning and I just want to apologize to you, Nia.

Martin: So, you’re just going to ignore me?

Martin: Come on. I fucked up but we’re better than this. We can make it work. Just tell me where you at and I’ll come by so we can talk.

Glancing down, I sighed, feeling a wave of frustration washing over me. All day the relentless barrage of text messages had lit up my screen. It was time to take a more definitive step. Instead of ignoring the thread as I normally did, I decided to block the number. It was a move I should have made long ago.

The moment I confirmed that the number was blocked, I lifted my wine glass and downed the last bittersweet remnants. With that behind me, I headed for a long, hot shower to wash away the tension. With so many things tossed my way, today had been rough.

Underneath the cascading water, I couldn’t help but chastise myself for enduring my past relationship for as long as I did. Prosper was right. There was a fuck nigga that had left me heartbroken, and his name was Martin Johnson—my ex. The last few of the eight years we spent together I grappled with hurt, depression, and tears. Things had been decent between us until they weren’t.

I had discovered his infidelities. The first time I forgave him, thinking, “People make mistakes,” but this second betrayal was something I could not overlook. I firmly believed in the saying: fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me. I was quietly accepting that loss and moving on with my life.

Besides, this last affair of his had resulted in him getting a woman pregnant. This same woman messaged me this morning on Facebook, sending proof of her pregnancy—the ultrasound. She had reopened a wound that I thought I’d patched up pretty well. Something in her had to think I still wanted Martin because he was busy chasing me. She had a point to prove, but she didn’t need to keep laying it on thick; I was truly done with him. There was nothing he could say or do to fix this. She could have his dishonest ass.

Still, it hurt like hell. To give someone your heart and your best years, only to be let down and forced to start over again. It cut deep. Deeper than deep. The betrayal and pain from it had me struggling to navigate this new chapter.

The news of the woman being pregnant truly devastated me because at thirty-six years old, I longed for marriage and children. Before the infidelities took place, I found myself questioning why Martin and I hadn’t reached those milestones after so many years together. Now that I think about it perhaps this was God’s way of saving me from an extra headache. I had seen the struggles others faced after breakups—how children and divorces turned them into messy affairs. Fortunately, I didn’t have any baggage to carry.

After uncovering Martin’s latest affair, I discreetly set my plan in motion to move on peacefully. Last week, he came home and found that I was long gone. No kids. No paperwork to navigate for a divorce, I had packed up all my shit while he was at work and settled into my new place.

I dried the fallen tear from my eye, picked up my bath sponge, drenched it in Sugar Vanilla Body Gel, and took my time scrubbing. As the suds washed away, my thoughts drifted to the latest situation I faced.

I still smelled a hint of Prosper’s cologne. It no longer clung to me from him being so close, but it certainly lingered in my mind. And it wasn't just the scent.

The golds.

The tattoos.

His height.

His walk.

His complexion.

It was all engraved in my mind. I believed it should’ve been a sin for him to look that good and be my student. Mmm… I shook my head, trying to push him from my thoughts just as I had managed to get him the hell out of my classroom.

After my shower, I dried off and slipped into bed. Just five minutes into my loneliness, my hormones kicked in. It had been way too long since I had any intimacy. Once I discovered Martin’s first affair, I put a stop to us having sex. It was likely why he cheated the second time. But did I care? No. He had fucked up, and it was on him to jump through hoops and make it right until I felt secure again. However, he didn’t improve the situation; he only made it worse. And so, here I found myself.

Feeling starved and deprived, I reached over to the nightstand and retrieved my trusty toy. Setting it to the highest speed, I parted my thighs, closed my eyes, and surrendered to the blissful moment. I bit my bottom lip as the deep vibrations sent my pussy spiraling out of control.