Heaven Between Her Thighs: Stealing His Heart

by Denora Boone

  -7-

  Jaxon walked out of his master bedroom down the hall to his wife’s suite. It had been over ten years since the two slept in the same room, let alone the same bed. Zaria made it clear the last time she walked in on him in their marital bed, that it would be the last time she lay next to him. Instead of leaving like he thought she would, she moved all of her things out of their room and to the other end of the house. Zaria took her vows serious, but her belief in God even more serious, and felt like He would change Jaxon. Jaxon, on the other hand, didn’t believe in all of that and felt like she would either continue to accept what he did or leave. Either decision she made would be fine with him.

  Jaxon was overly arrogant and made no excuses for it. He was rich, owned a successful business, and looked good enough for the women to eat. He made sure to take care of himself and his body, and if there was a God, then He was making sure he got everything his heart desired. For that, he was thankful.

  Not bothering to knock on the door, Jaxon walked right into his wife’s room. Just like every other time he decided to see what she was up to, she was once again on her knees with her Bible open and her head bowed. That woman stayed on her knees but not for what he wanted her to, and that was exactly why he went elsewhere to get what he was lacking at home. There had been a time where Zaria would do whatever he asked her to do in their bed. Besides the fact that she was there with him before his career took off, her intimate skills were on point.

  Sucking his teeth, he cleared his throat and waited for her to acknowledge him. After a few minutes of her not saying anything, he walked up closer behind her.

  “I’m about to leave, Zaria,” he said.

  Still no response.

  “Did you hear me?” he said louder this time, shaking her shoulder.

  Instead of an audible response, what he got was a drunken moan as she leaned to the side and the Patrón bottle she was holding slipped from her hands and spilled on to the Bible.

  “Looook wha juu mae me do Jax. Spillin’ all my liquor!” Her eyes were bloodshot and she was sweating profusely as she tried to swing at him, causing her to lose her balance and fall back.

  “I swear y’all Christians ain’t no better than us sinners. The only thing y’all do is hide your sins behind the word of a God that you all think exist. In here getting drunk and still have the nerve to pray.”

  That was something that he couldn’t understand about church folks and exactly why he didn’t believe. They were always pointing their fingers at the ones who were open with their mess, but covered up their own. He couldn’t and wouldn’t respect them, nor would he serve their Master. They were all going to hell anyway if it existed, so why not go out with a bang?

  “Don’t ju go pointing fingers, missster. My God is an awesome God and He is a sovereign God. Yes He is! Glory to God!” she said throwing her head back and flailing her arms around in the air.

  “Yea, whatever. I didn’t come in here for all of that. I’m about to leave and head down to Valdosta and make sure my son is handling business,” he told her, grabbing his suitcase handle.

  “Humph no juur not. Juu don’t care about jurr son let alone, buuuuuurrrrggg,” she slurred before burping one of the loudest burps known to man. “Ooh chile, scuse me.”

  Jaxon looked on, shaking his head at her stumbling while trying to get up. He made no attempt to help her on the bed simply because she didn’t need help getting in, in this state that she was in.

  “How you figure I’m not going there to make sure he good?”

  “Well for starters, you don’t care nothing about that boy,” she said finally making it to her destination. Jaxon observed her appearance and couldn’t believe how bad she had let herself go. She was still beautiful, but the way she kept herself some days made him sick to his stomach.

  “My son means more to me than you know. Why you think I’m still here after all of these years?” That statement must have gotten to her because she had sobered up real quick.

  “Man, gone, ‘cause you got some nerve! The only reason you are still here is because I allow it and you don’t want me to take half of everything you own. I took care of our son while you were out there bed hopping! If you cared so much for him, you would have taught him how to be a real God fearing man, not some lowlife that likes to manipulate women to get between their legs.” Zaria was on a rampage but this wasn’t new to Jaxon. Whenever she drank, she got belligerent.

  “Listen, if you had been taking care of home, I wouldn’t have to get it elsewhere. And as for getting half of my money, that don’t even matter. You’ll be lucky to get any at all.”

  “If only you knew. You better believe one thing baby, your time is coming. Sooner than later, and you will reap what you sow.”

  “I don’t have time for this. I got a three-hour drive,” Jaxon said, turning his back to her so that he could walk out the door. What she said next was like a bomb dropping.

  “Since when was Cancun a three-hour drive from here?” she asked.

  How in the world did she know where he was going? Jaxon had always been the one to make sure to never put his escapades on any of his credit cards, although she knew he was unfaithful and his travel agent booked all trips.

  “Mm hmm, that’s right. Like I said, you reap what you sow. Oh, and before I forget. Since you are going to Valdosta so you say, to check on your son, make sure you let him know that you will be babysitting Natalia for him in Mexico,” she dropped the epic bomb on him.

  Not bothering to turn around and confirm nor deny the allegations, Jaxon simply walked out, leaving her to her drink herself into a coma. He didn’t care that she knew about what he was doing, but the last thing he wanted to happen was for Qyree to find out his father was messing around with one of his women.

  -8-

  “Hey boo!” Chey greeted, picking up the phone. It had been a few days since she had last spoken to Natalia and she was hoping that she was calling to tell her that she was on the way down. Von had talked her into having some fun and entering the talent showcase after she heard her singing at church. She felt like Chey’s voice, along with the anointing she had, would be a breath of fresh air for the people. After a few days of turning her down, Cheynese finally agreed only to find out that she was already entered.

  “Hey sis. Look, I have some bad news. Don’t be mad at me but I won’t be able to make the show. I know you’re gonna kill it though,” she said as she bit her lip on the other end of the phone. She knew that her girl was going to be upset but there was no way that she was going to miss out on a free all-expense paid trip.

  “Come on Nat, why not? You know how I am about singing in front of people,” she whined.

  “Girl, stop. You do this at church with no problem.”

  “I know, but it’s different. At church, I’m around other believers and they understand the message in what I sing. This is an event full of people who may not receive it.”

  “You got a point, but you know that God will never leave you nor forsake you, so no matter where you are as long as you are singing to the glory of Him, then He will work out the rest,” Natalia encouraged.

  Chey didn’t know why Natalia had stopped going to church. Being that they both were raised up in the church, you would think that Natalia would continue to go hard for the Lord like she used to.

  “I hear you.”

  “Don’t sound like that. You know I’m right. Besides, if you kill it I’ll bring you back something from Cancun,” she teased.

  “Ohhhh, now you know you not right for going without me!”

  “I’ll be back next week then we can hook up, I promise.”

  “Mm hmm, okay, we’ll see. Have fun and be safe though,” Chey said before ending the call.

  Making sure she had her ID and cell phone, Chey got her car keys and headed out. If she was going to stop for gas and to pick Von up on the way to the school and be on time, she needed to leave ASAP.

  Chey pulled up to the halfway house a
nd sent a quick text to Von. She had to admit that she was extremely proud of the young lady. The two of them weren’t too far in age from one another, so they were able to really click. Getting to know her had been a real joy, and that made helping her get back on track with life even better. Jail may not have been the most favorable place for people, but instead of it being looked at as a bad thing, Von was using it to her advantage. She had even set a date to reunite with her son and it was coming up very soon.

  Von: Here I come!

  The text came through just before Von exited the house. Chey had to admit that even though it housed newly released inmates, it looked nothing like you would expect. The seven-bedroom house was beautiful. The lawn was always taken care of along with the flower bed at the foot of the porch, and the inside was just as nice. The Chief of Police was a wonderful woman of God who also attended church with Chey. It was her idea to make sure that when the women were released, they were released to a place where they would feel free and not still feel like they were caged animals.

  Chief Warren made it clear that foolishness was not allowed, and if they got out of line they would be sent back. Often times when a prisoner went into one of those houses and the conditions of it still made it feel like they were behind bars, nothing would stop them from acting out. That’s all they knew how to do. So this house that she affectionately named ‘My Sister’s Keeper’ was available to help them to once again become a positive rehabilitated citizen. There were parenting classes for the ones who had lost their children in some way by going to jail, workshops for job searches, and tutoring for the ones that were determined to go back to school and may have needed some help. All in all, this was a blessing.

  “Hey Ms. Broadus,” she said, getting into the passenger seat.

  “What I tell you about that?”

  “I’m sorry. It’s such a habit now,” Von laughed. They made small talk as they pulled out of the driveway of the house. Chey made a left when she to the corner, and headed to the nearest gas station.

  “You want anything out of here?” Von asked Chey.

  “No thank you. My stomach is a ball of nerves and anything that goes down right now is sure to come back up.” The was Chey was feeling about this performance had her nerves shot, and it felt like there were a million and one bats in her stomach instead of butterflies.

  As Chey held on to the pump, a beautiful Benz pulled up on the other side of her. She didn’t know too much about cars, but she could spot her dream car anywhere when she saw it. That was the one thing that she had always told herself she would get as a gift to herself before she left this world. Considering she had other priorities, that had to go on the backburner for now. She wasn’t quite far enough in her career like she wanted to be to make that kind of purchase, but best believe with God on her side, she would one day.

  Cheynese watched as the driver got out of the car, and immediately the smile on her face was so wide it caused her cheeks to hurt.

  “Hey Qy,” she said not wanting to seem too thirsty. The way he carried himself and the way the wind blew the scent of his cologne in her direction, had Chey in a daze.

  “What’s up beautiful?”

  “Nothing. About to head over to your event. I was supposed to be going for moral support but somehow got bamboozled into performing.”

  “Oh word?” he said sounding excited but not too much. When Qyree was coming down the street, he noticed Cheynese standing next to her car. He didn’t need gas, but he couldn’t pass up the opportunity of being in her presence once again. He decided that when he got out he would act like he didn’t see her, because he didn’t want to seem too pressed about her.

  His father had always taught him that there would never be a woman on the face of the earth that could give a man everything he needed to receive. That was why he should find more than one woman to satisfy those needs. The only thing they all had in common was that heavenly prize they held below the waist. Once upon a time, Jaxon thought that Zaria was going to be his all in all, but that quickly changed and so did his mindset about her.

  “Yea, Von thought it would be a good idea to do it for fun. I didn’t want to, but I finally gave in,” she said shrugging her shoulders.

  “And, she is about to sing them under too,” Von said walking up behind them smiling.

  “How you doing, love?” Qyree greeted.

  “I’m good, how ‘bout you?”

  “Better, now that I hear Miss Lady is about to showcase her talent.”

  “Y’all better hope God decreases me and increases Himself on that stage ‘cause if not, it’s going to be a holy mess,” Chey laughed.

  “Nah, you got it. Well, let me head on over here to make sure everything and everybody are where they need to be. I’ll see you in a bit.”

  “Okay.”

  Putting the nozzle back on the hook, both Cheynese and Von got into her car to head to the school. Before she pulled off, she glanced in the rearview mirror then over at Von.

  “Why you looking at me like that?” Pure amusement was evident on Von’s face but Chey didn’t know why.

  “That man got you open like a can of pig feet,” Von laughed, sounding just like one of the twins in the movie ATL.

  “He does not,” she disagreed, hoping that Von would leave it alone. If she kept pressing her, she was going to eventually let it slip that she was in fact feeling Qyree. The only thing that kept him from being a prospect was his womanizing ways. He was far from a bad person, but boyfriend or husband material was not in him. Who was to say that it never would be, because God can surely change a person’s heart and mindset, but Chey just wasn’t about to be the one to put her heart on the line only for it to get broken.

  “If you say so. I may have been out of the loop for a while but I know what it looks like when someone is feeling each other, and the two of y’all got it bad.”

  Chey couldn’t deny that she liked him, just not enough to get misled. During their time in college, the rep Qyree had about him ‘hitting it and quitting it’ was warning enough she would never let him get close enough to hit and quit her. Or would he?

  -9-

  Getting to the event with only two hours left for the beginning of the show to start had Qyree stressed. He had wanted to be there earlier, but fooling around with Natalia and Trinity made him a little behind schedule. To some, he wasn’t late but he knew better. Instead of getting right on the road the day before, he ended up leaving Natalia’s house only to go to one of his other lady friend’s houses. He was in serious need of a stress reliever and Bambi was the perfect one for that.

  Bambi was a goddess. Her body was so flawless, but her attitude was horrible. He knew that if he went over to her house, there was no way that he could get what he wanted and leave right back out. After taking his stress away in the bed, as soon as he got up to leave she would stress him right back out by nagging and complaining. Heading her direction, he thought about just staying a few hours and then easing out on her. The gag was on him when he woke up and the sun was out. Since she knew he had an event in Valdosta, she didn’t complain as much. Now here he was trying to make sure he didn’t miss anything that needed to be done.

  Things were going just as he had hoped for and the only thing that would be better was if he could sign a few cats that he was sure to bring in millions. By the time his father got back from vacation with one of his lady friends, the contracts would be on his desk, signed, sealed, and delivered.

  It was odd that at the last minute, Jaxon told him he wouldn’t be able to make it. When asked who he was going with, Jaxon only said a ‘friend’ which was unusual to Qyree. He knew all of the women that his father went on trips with and for him not to offer up any more info, Qyree let it go. Sooner or later he would meet her just like he met all the other ones, so he didn’t sweat it.

  The booing of the crowd broke him away from his thoughts, as he watched the performer leave the stage. It was some dude that got up there thinking he was Prince of the
new millennium with the outfit to match. He wore his hair in a big afro and the bell-bottom outfit he was rocking was definitely not a crowd pleaser. They were so ruthless with their pettiness, Qyree could have sworn he ran off with tears in his eyes. He knew better.

  Fallon, one of the girls Qyree had hired to be the emcee for the night, was coming out looking like she wanted to laugh but was fighting hard not to.

  “Now y’all know y’all wrong for that,” she giggled before introducing the next act. “Coming straight from Waycross Georgia, this man is about to let y’all know that Christians can get turnt up too! Please welcome to the stage, Mike Murk!”

  Qyree had been looking for this performance ever since his father’s assistant dropped his name. He thought it would be good to have him put on a little concert and although he was still unsigned, they still made sure to lace his pockets for blessing them. He heard dude had really been poppin’ down that way and the crowd was getting too hype. Qyree’s father let him know that Mike was in the works with a major record label already, so he wasn’t going to step on anyone else’s toes. Believe it or not, the music industry was small when you were on the inside, and he was pretty sure that had he made a move to sign Mike, it would spell trouble for Hype Lyfe. He was making a name for himself in the Christian community and had the potential to help them break out into another genre. They didn’t have any gospel rappers or singers and this was an area they could really tap into.

  Qyree thought about when he would go to church with his mother back in the day and the songs they would sing would bore him to death. That was one of the reasons he had stopped going long ago. He couldn’t relate to anything that was being sung or preached.

  Mike was a tall dark-skinned guy, with glasses that gave him the intellectual look, and his swag was on ten. There was something about him that stood out to Qyree other than the fact that he was in music. Like, God had his hand on him or something.