Heaven Between Her Thighs: Stealing His Heart Read Online Free PDF

attempts at relationships, she decided that she would just wait on him to find her.
    “I’m back, girl. That was bae and he’s on his way over, so I gotta freshen up before he gets here. Call me later this week and let me know if u can make it up this way. Love you, heffa!” Natalia ran off in one breath and ended the call before Chey could say anything back.
    Just like always, Natalia was still making men her priority. It may not have been so bad if it was just one, but she had at least one that met each one of her needs. There was one she had to just pay her car note, another for her rent, one for her utilities, and so on. Chey knew she had to be doing them favors as well, but that wasn’t for her to call her out on. For as long as they had been friends, Natalia was just fast. People often wondered how they got along so well being they were total opposites, but it was just how they rolled with one another. They were sisters and hopefully one day Chey would rub off on her and she would see her own worth wasn’t found in a man.
    Settling in with some leftovers and her remote, Chey relaxed and tuned in to some ratchet TV that she had recorded during the week. With her busy schedule, she rarely had time for anything other than church on Thursday nights, so she caught up on her missed episodes on Sunday. She had finished three episodes of Love and Hip Hop , but not long after she had gotten through the first half of How to Get Away with Murder did her eyes betray her and sleep set in. She would just have to catch up another day.

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    “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