Heaven Between Her Thighs: Stealing His Heart by Denora Boone Read Free Book Online Page B

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.
    The kids that he brought out on the stage with him looked to be no older than fourteen years old. There were three girls and two boys who had looks on their faces like they were about to kill whatever it was they were to do. Qyree assumed it was to dance and he couldn’t wait to see what this was all about. Everybody in the audience was getting excited as they watched the two teen boys, one with a hairstyle that resembled the cut Odell Beckham, Jr. rocked and was dyed red, and the other wearing a bomb bucket hat. On cue, the pair began getting them hype. Qyree could tell they had to be brothers because they were so in sync with one another. The music began and it was on!
    “Dealing with so much but I never fail, devil wanna see me go on my way to hell. Don’t invest any stress on me, I don’t want it at all. No time for the mess I don’t struggle with the rest oh no baby I don’t fall. I stand on my own two feet head being held up high. Worried ‘bout nothing you can see I’m good got a smile on my face everywhere I’m fly.”
    The beat was so sick that Qyree couldn’t believe that Mike had written and composed the whole thing. His father’s assistant had done research on him and found that out. He was bound to blow up with that type of capability. Qyree wanted to kick himself when he let his father talk him out of reaching out when he first wanted to.
    By the time the chorus came in, Qyree found himself dabbin’ and Milly rockin’ while singing along with everybody else.
    “Won’t let no one come and steal my joy, ‘cause I got God wit me. AW YEAH! Won’t take no mess comin’ from you, boy, cause I got God wit me. AW YEAH! Won’t let no scamboogers steal my peace, ‘cause I got God wit me. AW YEAH! I’m not at war but I’m still at peace, ‘cause I got God wit me!”
    He did a few more songs and each one got better and better as they went along. He even did one called “Better” where he performed with some dude who was nice with the vocals. Qyree loved him some old school rap and thought that no one could ever top the late