Jezebel by Jacquelin Thomas

car,” Jessie Belle stated. “But I don’t just think about me. Traynor, I want you to have a big church and be on television. The world needs to hear you preach, honey. I can see it now…you on the radio and on television just saving souls—bringing them to the Lord. Just think how many people you’ll reach.”
    Traynor gave her an indulgent smile.
    â€œWe can have those things, Traynor. I just know it—we just have to step out on faith.”
    â€œIf it’s God’s will…”
    â€œGod doesn’t just want us waiting around on Him. Sometimes He requires that we step out of our comfort zones and just trust Him. You said this last Sunday when you preached.”
    Traynor grinned. “So you were listening.”
    She smiled in return. “Of course. You’re my husband.”
    â€œI thank God for you, Jessie Belle. It means a lot to me that you are so supportive. You make me feel as if I can do anything.”
    â€œTraynor, you can. I don’t believe God just called you to pastor a little church like Ninth Street Baptist. He’s called you for greater opportunities—you just have to recognize them.”
    They spent a couple of hours together before Traynor left to run errands.
    Jessie Belle could hardly wait for the weekend to arrive. She was excited about getting her very first car.
    On Saturday afternoon, Traynor and Jessie Belle met with Atkinson at the Chevrolet dealership.
    Three hours later Jessie Belle drove her car home.
    When they ventured into the house, Jessie Belle noted Traynor seemed troubled by something.
    â€œWhat’s wrong, honey? Are you worried about the car payment?”
    â€œNo,” Traynor responded.
    â€œWhat is it, then?” Jessie Belle sat down beside her husband. “I can tell something’s bothering you.”
    â€œI appreciate everything Atkinson did for us today, but I have to be honest. I don’t like the way the man looks at you. I was watching him today—he can’t seem to take his eyes off you.”
    â€œHoney, what are you talking about?” Jessie Belle laughed. “That man probably watches every woman in the church. I can tell just by looking at him that he’s a ladies’ man.”
    Traynor eyed her. “Just be careful around him. We don’t want him misconstruing your kindness for something more.”
    â€œHoney, you can trust me,” Jessie Belle assured him. “I thought you knew that, but I guess I was wrong. Traynor, I’m not some fragile little girl. I can handle these guys around here—I’ve been doing that since I got my first period.”
    â€œJessie Belle…”
    â€œFor goodness’ sake, Traynor, you’re only twenty-two years old. Don’t be such a prude.”

    Jessie Belle avoided any contact with Atkinson on Sunday morning before service began. She could tell he was trying to steal a few minutes with her.
    After church, she was not so lucky.
    He crept up behind her. “Baby, I held up my end of the bargain. Now it’s your turn.”
    Jessie Belle pushed away from him. “Have you lost your mind, Atkinson?” she asked in anger. “Keep your hands off me! For goodness’ sake, my husband is right down the hall.”
    Atkinson shrugged in nonchalance. “I don’t care. I want you for myself. Leave Traynor. He’s not man enough for you.”
    She turned to face him. “And you think you are?” Jessie Belle laughed. “You’re kidding, right?”
    â€œI’m dead serious.”
    Jessie Belle sighed in frustration. “Atkinson, for the last time, I’m not leaving my husband.”
    â€œYou love me, Jessie Belle. I can see it in your eyes.”
    â€œThis was kind of cute in the beginning, but now it’s annoying, Atkinson. I love Traynor . Go find Cynthia and just leave me alone.”
    â€œNo,” he responded. “I don’t love her.