Free Heaven Between Her Thighs: Stealing His Heart by Denora Boone

school. We chopped it up for a few and then she left. Well, when I got there and got a list of who the performers were that had entered the contest, her name was on there. Ma, when I tell you that she has the voice of an angel…” he trailed off. Zaria watched him as he sat back in a daze, with a look of admiration on his face as he thought of Chey.
    Zaria could never forget the girl as long as she lived. The moment she met her all of those years ago, she knew the girl was something special. Everything about her was pure and she had hoped that one day her son would call to tell her that they were a couple, but that day never came. He was too much like his father to settle down and that saddened her. As bad as she wanted Qyree to settle down with the girl that she had only met for a few minutes, she was glad that he didn’t pursue her. The last thing Zaria wanted was for Chey was to have her heart snatched from her chest the same way Jaxon continued to do hers.
    “I didn’t know she was a singer. I thought she said she was in school for Criminal Justice,” Zaria remembered. Qyree looked over at his mother as she had a questioning look on her face.
    “Ma, how you remembering all of this stuff about her and you only talked to her for a few minutes?” he asked.
    Smiling, she said, “Baby, you never forget a person who is after God’s own heart. It’s just something in them that makes it hard to forget. I could tell in just that small amount of time that she was special.”
    He couldn’t argue with her on that one. He, too, had felt it the first time he laid eyes on her when he walked into the student library.
     
    Qyree couldn’t believe that he was on the verge of failing a subject his first semester. He couldn’t blame anyone but himself though, because he partied more than he studied and the different girls in and out of his dorm room didn’t help either. Qyree knew that he could pass on his own had he just applied himself and been in class like he was supposed to be, but he was about to enjoy the college life and all it had to offer. The only reason he allowed his professor to set his up a tutor was because he didn’t want to hear his parents’ mouth when they came to visit in a few months. He knew as soon as they touched down they were going to be snooping around. Because he was well known just by who his father was, there was no way that he could embarrass them by flunking out of school.
    Walking into the library, Qyree looked for a girl fitting the description he was given. Scanning the room, his eyes finally fell on the back of her head. From the angle he was looking from, he could see she was wearing a fitted jean shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, a pair of dark jean capris, and some low top Converse. Her long hair was almost down her back and it was pulled behind her ear. She wore a pair of thin framed eye glasses on her face. He couldn’t see her full face, but from the little he saw, he knew she was beautiful.
    Walking over to the table she was sitting at with a pen to her lips, with her right hand and her left hand massaging her scalp, she looked like she was deep in thought and couldn’t find whatever she was looking for in the textbook in front of her.
    “Excuse me, are you Chey? I hope I’m pronouncing it right,” he said.
    “Hi,” she smiled up at him and at that moment, he thought he was going to pass out. It wasn’t because she looked like all of the girls he chased after, but because she didn’t look like them. She held such an innocence about her and seeing her face completely let him know the side view didn’t do her justice. The girl was gorgeous.
    “It’s actually pronounced like Chi not Shay,” she said. He was glad that she wasn’t offended that he called her the wrong name.
    Sitting across from her as he put his backpack on the table, he began to take out the thing he needed for the study session.
    “My fault. So Chey, is that a nickname or your full name?”