Heaven Between Her Thighs: Stealing His Heart (4 page)

“That’s my best friend! You betta, you betta! You want ‘em back then come and get ha and ha best friend. Ayeeee.” Natalia danced around in front of her bedroom mirror as she got dressed. J. R and Trey Songz knew they had a hit on their hands with that song.

Sticking out her tongue as she twerked around her room, slinging her fresh Peruvian Body Wave sew-in, she knew she was one of the baddest females around. Standing about 5-feet-7, she was a little on the tall side but she loved it. Her body filled out nice in all of the right places, and her Dominican and African American mix gave her that exotic look that drove all of the men crazy. It just wasn’t enough to keep the man that she really wanted and she couldn’t understand why.

Natalia was a dime; she kept her house clean, she knew how to cook, and she put it down when it came to the intimacy, so for the life of her she couldn’t figure out why she couldn’t land Qyree like she wanted. Putting some of her Victoria’s Secret Bombshell perfume behind her ears and on her wrists, she knew that as soon as he walked into the house and got a whiff of her, it would be on and poppin’ like usual. She knew the key to making a man remember you was all about the scent you carried; well, at least that’s what her mother taught her. It wasn’t all about the price of the perfume but how it complemented your natural body odor. It could cost you $200 a bottle, but if your natural aroma wasn’t compatible then you would be walking around still smelling like you just ran a marathon in 100-degree weather.

Looking around the room, Natalia made sure that she had everything in place. The bath water was nice and hot, the candles were lit, she had just put a new comforter set that her sugar daddy Benson had purchased on her bed, and now all she needed was her man. Just as she made sure the silk robe was tied around her body loosely, she heard the front door opening. Knowing that it was only one other person that had access to her house, she eagerly strolled up the hallway.

“Hey baby,” she said walking up behind Qyree.

“What’s all this for?” he asked turning his nose up.

Paying his attitude no mind, Natalia walked over to him and rubbed her hand up his back. It was something about this man that made her weak whenever she was near him and she couldn’t get enough of it. Up until tonight, she had been cool with them just doing what they did when he wanted to without her giving him a hard time, but now she wanted more and it was time she got it.

“Well, when you came over last week you told me you were going to be heading out of town for the weekend, so I wanted to take care of you before you left. I don’t need one of those little jailbait broads at that school to try and take what’s mine.”

“What’s yours, huh? You wild, man,” was all he said as he headed to the back of the house. He needed to use the bathroom before he got on the road.

Upon entering her bedroom, he saw the little setup she had and groaned inwardly. Not because he was excited, but because he was afraid that this would happen. She had finally caught feelings.

For two years they had been messing around and she was always his favorite jump off. She did her own thing as did he, and she never wanted anything deep between them. That’s why when any of his other females were getting too clingy or needy, he would always go to her. He knew right then that he was going to have to pull away before she got any bright ideas about the two of them. Natalia was cool and all but lately, Qyree noticed a change in her all of a sudden, and he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was.

He looked down at his watch as he felt her come up behind him and her skin touch his. Knowing he didn’t have much time before he needed to get on the road, he decided he could spare a few more minutes to reach that level of ecstasy he craved. It was like a high that he was constantly chasing. Each woman took him to new heights, but there wasn’t one that could be the only one to make him forget about the rest.

Turning around and biting his bottom lip, he knew he was wrong for leaving Trinity in the car, but who cared. Either she sat there until he got done or she could get out and walk home. Either way, he didn’t care one bit. She was lucky that he was taking her with him for the show but she had some people down there that could add to his after party and he was all for it. She could get down there and act crazy if she wanted to; she would be hitting the pavement with those big behind feet of hers, trucking it back to Atlanta.

“Hop up, yo,” he said to Natalia twenty minutes after being there. He already knew what time it was when he heard his phone ringing.

“What, man? Nah, I told you I had to make a stop first so chill. What? Don’t worry about it, man,” he said. Natalia knew by the way he was talking that it was another woman on the other end. Usually that wouldn’t bother her, but now that her feelings had gotten involved and their little arrangement was no longer what she wanted, she had a problem.

“Who is that, Qy?” she gave not one care if the woman on the other end heard her but obviously, Qyree did by how he turned to look at her.

Sucking her teeth, she got up and threw her robe back on and headed to the front of the house. Her little time with him was up and she was ready for him to leave if he didn’t want to be there. Just as he was coming up the hall, there was a knock at her door. Rolling her eyes at him caused Qyree to laugh out loud which made her even madder.

Whoever it was, they were adamant about getting her attention. She knew that it wasn’t any of her other sponsors because none of them knew where she lived, so she wasn’t worried at all. Right as she opened the door, the woman on the other side was about to knock again.

“I know he didn’t. Is Qyree here?” the woman said. Trinity couldn’t believe that he had not only brought her to another woman’s house but from the looks of it, he was in there giving away what she felt like was hers. Looking into the face of this mixed beauty, Trinity seethed on the inside. No matter how much she wanted to deny it, she had nothing on Natalia. Everything about her screamed dime while everything on Trinity couldn’t even mumble nickel. It wasn’t like she was ugly or anything, but compared to the woman that had just been in there with her man, there was no candle on the face of the earth that she could hold to her.

Natalia gave her the once over and could tell she wasn’t that much younger than her, but she was young enough so she better be his sister, while she was worried about if he was there or not. She wasn’t even intimidated because by the look on the girl’s face, she could already tell she was out of her league.

“Yeah, why?”

“Qyree!” she yelled, ignoring Natalia as Qyree appeared behind her. He had to make sure that he didn’t leave anything of value there because as soon as he got the phone call and the knock on the door, he knew that it was about to go down. The last thing he wanted was to leave anything there that Natalia could destroy of his.

“Watch out, man,” he said pushing Natalia to the side and walking out the door. “Didn’t I tell you to wait in the car?”

“Yeah, and you also said this was your grandmama’s house. She don’t look like she drawing social security to me,” Trinity said rolling her neck.

“This what we do now, Qyree? Bring these desperate chicks to my house while you lay up? Humph, that’s real cute.”

Looking at both of the women, he knew that they were probably thinking he was trying to get his lie together, but that couldn’t have been farthest from the truth. He would have to actually care first before he did that. Neither of them, in his book, was good enough for an explanation so he gave none, as he walked down the driveway to his car.

Both ladies stood there stuck, not knowing what to say or do.

“Y’all gonna stay here and play sister wives or you getting on the road with me?”

“So this is why I couldn’t go? ‘Cause you taking this beauty supply store track wearing heffa with you?” Natalia was on a hundred and Qyree wasn’t there for it. Although Natalia was putting on a front about going, she didn’t really care because she had other plans for the weekend and they didn’t involve Qyree.

Natalia was lost in her thoughts of what was to come and in that brief instance, Trinity used that to her advantage and caught her with a quick combo causing her to stumble back. Catching herself, Natalia got herself together and gave the girl what she was obviously in serious need of. A good ole southern behind whoopin!

Qyree laughed as he watched Trinity sneak Natalia, but she came back and started throwing bows. All he could do was shake his head at the sight. He didn’t have time to play referee when he needed to get on the road. Reaching in the backseat, he grabbed Trinity’s bags that she was taking with her, rolled down the window, and threw them out. She was so into getting her behind handed to her by Natalia that she didn’t know that he was pulling off leaving her, until the bass dropped and Tory Lanez came through the speakers. He threw up the peace sign, as once again, Trinity was running behind his car screaming. Qyree didn’t know why he was taking sand to the beach anyway, by taking her with him. Pulling out the blunt he had just rolled for the three-hour drive, he lit it up and headed towards the highway.

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.