Free Diva Diaries by Janine A. Morris

dealing with your ass.”
    â€œYeah, and that’s what keeps me coming.”
    Both humored by their compliments, they knew it was the sex that they shared that kept them entwined in their drama-filled relationship.
    â€œI see you’re no joke at work, because you wasted no time getting down to business.”
    â€œPlease, you were putting down the pipe. I was just trying to hang.”
    â€œLater on, when you get home, I’ll stop by for some more. I know how you hate having to keep quiet.”
    Laughing, she said, “Just don’t keep me waiting again like the other night.”
    â€œI’ll be there. I couldn’t really get at you the way I wanted to just now, but that was a great appetizer to the main course.”
    Just as equally satisfied, Dakota said, “Well, I’m happy to hear that. Anytime.”
    As they both laughed and got themselves back together, they both had a happy glow about them. It could have been the good sex, or it could have been that they were both relieved that they were out of the hot water they had gotten themselves into over the weekend. But regardless of what it was, they were feeling good, and neither of them was thinking about all the drama from the weekend.

10
    Guess Who?
    A t around 6:00 o’clock, Jordan had called Omar and told him she would be late getting home again, approximately 10:00 P.M. She could sense the frustration in his voice. He didn’t say much, but she could tell his lack of response meant he had more to say. All he really said was, “Well, try to get home as early as possible, because you know Jason is going to want to wait up for you.”
    Jordan hadn’t spent much time with her son lately, and he had started this phase of whining and crying if she wasn’t there at night. Even though Jordan hated not always being there for Jason at night, she knew that Omar felt the same way but just couldn’t express it quite as immaturely as Jason did. It was rough for Jordan. Her family and career had put her between a rock and a hard place, and she was constantly trying to squeeze them both in.
    As soon as Jordan hung up with Omar, she started to feel guilty. She was always working late, and although she knew it was a problem, she didn’t know what to do about it. She decided, at least for the moment, she would resolve it. She decided to wrap up and head home early after all. She figured for once her work could wait, and she would surprise Omar. Besides, she was feeling real good; she’d had a smooth day in court with no real drama. She and Jayon were very professional, and there was no real awkwardness between them. Jordan and Jayon had been friends long enough to shake off just about everything, and once again they had.
    After their terrible lunch on Saturday, Jordan and Omar managed to have a wonderful weekend. Omar finally put the negativity behind them and allowed them to have an enjoyable evening. They got a couple-massage at the Peninsula, and spent the evening at home watching movies and making love. They continued the fun on Sunday with breakfast in bed, and going to the science museum, one of Omar’s favorite places. Then they went to dinner at The View in Manhattan, which happened to be a beautiful place. The rest of their weekend was just pure bliss. So when she heard Omar sounding upset, it gave her the urge to get home and keep their good thing going.
    She pulled up in the driveway and noticed another car was parked there as well. She didn’t think much of it until she walked by the car and noticed an open makeup kit in the passenger seat. Immediately, Jordan’s inner spy surfaced. Her mind started wondering as she walked toward her doorway.
    Oh, he thought I was working late so he thought he was slick, trying to put on that deprived-husband act ... I can’t believe him ... I know he does not have some woman in the house with my child ... she thought to herself.
    Her mind