Diva Diaries

by Janine A. Morris

  It was late and the bottles were getting empty. People were slowly starting to leave. Jordan and Omar left the earliest so they could pick up their son and get home in time for Jordan’s freaky side to visit Omar for the New Year. Both David and Dakota’s new friend left soon after, leaving Dakota at ease and with a feeling of victory. After a great deal of the crowd left, Chrasey decided to drag Keith’s drunken butt home. Then it was only a few more inebriated people sitting around who seemed to have no intention of leaving anytime soon. Dakota was walking around, straightening up some. Lexia helped, until she went to lie down in the guest room. Dakota was in no rush to make the rest of the guests leave until Tony smacked her butt, hinting what she was in store for, and she began kindly getting everyone’s coats and helping them on their way out.

  Once the house was clear, other than Lexia in the guest room, it took only a few minutes before Dakota and Tony were rolling around in her bed. Their hormones had been raging all night and they were being released with every heavy breath they took. Once they managed to undress each other, Tony wasted no time pleasuring Dakota, making sure to moisten her body before he took her for a ride. He licked, kissed, and touched her all over. Once she started squirming and practically begging, he rose on top of her and gave her what she was asking for. Both high with lust and drunk from Hennessy, the moment seemed to be as intense as it could get.

  He thrust in and out of her as if he was trying to cause her pain, but pleasurable pain it was. The bed was banging up against the wall and Dakota’s petite body was jerking back and forth with each bang. Tony was trying to bring the new year in right, making sure Dakota remained sprung off his pipe game. They were both breathing so heavy and banging up against each other so hard, they didn’t even notice Lexia in the doorway.

  As she took a step inside, her footsteps made a slight noise and Tony was the first one to notice. When he looked over his shoulder, he saw Lexia coming into the room. She was in only her bra and panties and was approaching the bed. Lexia could hear Dakota’s moans and groans all the way in her bedroom, and the sounds of their sex were turning her on. She couldn’t take it anymore—she had to at least try to join in the fun. This wasn’t the first night—there were many nights when she had overheard Tony and Dakota’s sex sessions. Usually, she would turn the TV up to drown it out, or try to cover her head with a pillow; some nights she would just give in to the urge and listen and pleasure herself. But tonight, alcohol was in her system, she was excited, and she just couldn’t resist anymore. Once she entered the room and saw Tony’s sexy body with sweat all over it and Dakota’s naked body spread on the bed, she was even more excited. She wasn’t invited, but she felt confident that they would both be happy she came.

  Tony and Dakota had both noticed her slowly walking toward the bed, and neither of them stopped what they were doing. Lexia was looking very sexy, her perfectly shaped body covered in nothing but a sexy lace bra and panty. The sight of her just heightened their sexual senses. Tony was looking at Dakota, then glancing at Lexia as she made her way to the bedside, never stopping his strokes in and out of Dakota. He grew more excited as he realized what was taking place.

  Once Lexia noticed that neither of them was jumping to cover themselves, she knew that she was going to join the party. Dakota wasn’t sober, but her mind had a million thoughts running through it, most of them saying, Girl, get up and curse this chick out. She was also waiting for Tony’s reaction, but everyone seemed to just be silent, almost ignoring what was happening. Of course, it’s every man’s fantasy, so Tony wasn’t going to speak first. Dakota knew that when she saw it on porno films it turned her on, but she wasn’t trying to experience it. Her mind was thinking to stop her, but it was like her mouth was on mute. Before Dakota could even sort her thoughts to react Lexia’s lips were on hers!

  After Tony realized that the fun was just about to begin, he removed himself from on top of Dakota and allowed Lexia to continue pleasuring Dakota as he watched. With Tony out of the way, Lexia immediately made her way down south. Once Tony was sure that Dakota was enjoying herself, he began to give Lexia what he was sure lured her in the room to begin with. Dakota was being brought to orgasm by Lexia, while Tony was banging Lexia from the back. Dakota couldn’t believe she was participating in this, but it all felt so good she didn’t want to stop. Her emotions were feeling all crazy inside, but her body was screaming for more. She wasn’t taking the time to evaluate the situation—she was living in the moment, but all she knew was that she was going to have regrets in the morning time.

  32

  Loose Lips

  Jordan had just walked in the office, but before she could even sit down, her cell phone rang. Hands full with her briefcase, purse, and a cup of coffee, she decided to let it go to voice mail and tend to it after she set down her belongings. She put everything down, hung up her coat, and fixed her “hat hair” with her fingers. As soon as she settled at her desk and signed on to her computer, she looked in her phone and saw it was Omar who had called her and that he had left a message. Omar usually didn’t leave messages, so out of curiosity she dialed her voice mail first before calling him back. The first few calls were clients and colleagues who called the previous night; she listened as she jotted down some of their information. Then the last call was from 9:10 A.M. and it was Omar’s message.

  “As I was on my to work this morning I remembered a conversation that I had with Jayon at Dakota’s house. I guess I was too out of it to register it all then, but I would love for you to explain it to me. Give me a call when you get this.”

  She could tell by the tone in his voice that he was perturbed. He remained calm on his message, but she knew that was the prelude to what he really wanted to say. That was the preparation message.

  Jordan’s mouth dropped. She had never found the right time to explain to Omar what had happened between her and Jayon; she knew that he would flip, knowing that she still had to work with him every day. Damn, what did Jayon say? she thought to herself. She sat there panicking—she knew that nothing had happened between her and Jayon, but she also knew Omar was going to be more upset that she never told him and was going to feel like she had been hiding something. She didn’t want to call Omar back unprepared. By leaving her a message he had given her a fair opportunity to come correct in her response. She couldn’t call back without knowing what she was and wasn’t going to say about the matter. As her brain ran through everything, she realized it was about 9:30 and Jayon may be in already—she could just ask him. She jumped up and went straight into Jayon’s office. She passed by Jackie, barely registering that she had just walked in a half-hour late. She reached Jayon’s office and he was also just getting in.

  “Morning, J,” he said as soon as he saw her walk in.

  “Morning, Jayon—sorry to bust in here first thing in the morning but ... what did you say to my husband the other night at the party?”

  Jayon’s expression changed completely. “What are you talking about?” he asked.

  “Don’t tell me you were too drunk to remember, Jayon.”

  “Remember what?”

  “Omar left me a message this morning asking me to explain a conversation that you had with him, and he didn’t sound very happy about whatever it was.”

  After a few moments of thinking, he replied, “Oh, yeah.”

  “Oh yeah what, Jayon?”

  “I just apologized for my actions.”

  “What actions, Jayon?” Jordan said in a panicked tone. “What did you say, exactly?”

  “I said ‘sorry about that situation with me and J. I was going through a lot and didn’t mean to disrespect you or her.’”

  Jordan just wanted to reach down, grab her shoe, and throw it right at his head. Trying to remain calm, she asked, “And what did he say, Jayon?”

  Jayon knew Jordan was annoyed, because she kept saying his name in all of her questions. She always did that when she was trying not to get upset with him; it was like she was reminding hers
elf who he was and not to go crazy on him like he was a witness on the stand or something.

  “He just said that it was OK, no problem ... what, did you not tell him about it?”

  “No, Jayon, I didn’t! But thanks for telling him for me. Now he is going to think it was even more than it was because I never told him.”

  “Well, why didn’t ...”

  “Don’t even ask me why I didn’t tell him, Jayon. The question is, why did you? Or for that matter, why did you ever have to take it there in the first place?” She stormed out of the office, leaving the door open behind her. Jackie and the file clerk had happened to be standing close by the door, and it was obvious they had both caught the early-morning closing arguments.

  “Good morning,” they both said as she walked by them.

  She muttered “Good morning” back to them and continued down the hall. Dammit, she thought to herself. Great way to add more drama to the situation. She knew they would be gossiping about it with everyone all day.

  Once she got to her office, she noticed Jayon was not following her. She bravely picked up her phone and dialed Omar’s number. She thought perhaps she should wait, but she didn’t want him wondering what she was doing at work that she couldn’t call him back. While it was dialing, she intercomed to Jackie to hold all her calls until she got off the phone. After a few rings and sweat beads on her forehead, his voice mail picked up.

  “Baby, it’s me. I just got your message. I think I know what you’re speaking of, and if I’m right, I can explain. Please give me a call back when you get this so we can talk. ’Bye.”

  33

  It Hits the Fan

  “He is just your friend, right? All that bullshit you be kicking and the nigga tried to push up on you and you still trying to front like shit was all good ...” Omar yelled.

  They were sitting in her bedroom, arguing for the past fifteen minutes about what had happened months ago when Jayon made that move on Jordan in the office. She had planned to tell him, she swore she had. The right time just never came around, and now he thought the worst.

  “Omar, he was drunk, and he apologized several times. He didn’t mean anything by it and I knew that. I was going to tell you, but I wanted to tell you at a time when me and you weren’t arguing over him or my job, or when me and you were stable enough to handle another issue,” she explained.

  “What issue? You claim it was nothing.”

  “It was, but I knew like now you would make a bigger deal out of it than it was.”

  “Oh, I’m making a big deal out of this? This dude that you claim has just been your friend for all of these years, and that you work with and spend more time with in a week than you do with me and your son, tries to fuck you and you say that I’m making a big deal out of it?” he said in a sarcastic tone.

  By this time, tears were streaming down her face. She couldn’t take it anymore. Omar yelling, her confusion and guilt. She had lost control and she knew that if she was in Omar’s shoes she would feel the same way.

  “He didn’t try to fuck me,” she said through her tears.

  “So, what you think that was, he just wanted to try and see if you would do something with him, but he wouldn’t have if you let him? Please, Jordan, you sound retarded.”

  “No, I’m just saying it didn’t go that far. It was just a conversation—he was drunk. The very next day when he was sober he apologized,” she said.

  “Yeah, because you didn’t give him none,” he replied.

  “Well, where is my credit then? I didn’t do it—does that mean anything?”

  “First of all, this isn’t about you—this is about him and his pretending to be just your friend and he knows that he is just waiting in the wings ...” he said. She opened her mouth to reply, and he shouted over her, “And as for you, NO, it doesn’t mean anything ... you might as well have fucked him. You been with him day and night since like the shit was all right what he did, and you kept it from me and let me smile in his face like everything was sweet ... and you claim to be all honest ... yeah, OK, honest about everything except the stuff about your good ol’ best friend,” he said.

  Still crying, she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She was just as guilty as if she had given in to Jayon, is what Omar was saying.

  “I was going to tell you, I swear—it was just never a good time,” she said.

  “I bet, never a good time to say, ‘hey, babe, Jay asked me to have sex with him, but I said sorry. Now, see you later tonight around eleven—I’ll be with him all night,’” he said mockingly.

  “So what was I supposed to do, make him close his business over a mistake?” she asked.

  “So you chose to risk losing your marriage over his mistake?”

  “Why would I lose my marriage? Nothing happened ...”

  “Jordan, that nigga shouldn’t even still be an issue. Ever since you guys’ little month together when we broke up that time, I told you I wasn’t feeling him and you being friends, but you refused. Then you go and share an office with him, and I just sat here to see how far you would let things go,” he said.

  “We haven’t been anything more than friends since me and you got back together. You sat and watched, you say, but then you saw that nothing happened ... it’s been strictly business and nothing more,” she replied.

  “Until one day, he comes in the office drunk and tries to push up on you?” he said.

  “Drunk ... drunk, Omar. Don’t act like you have never been drunk and misbehaved since we have been married.”

  “Whatever, Jordan—keep defending him. You can’t even help yourself. You’re so busy trying to keep him up on a pedestal, you don’t even hear the stupid shit you say,” he said.

  “Omar, I understand your point. I just want you to understand you’re imagining the worst.”

  “No, you think the worst would be that you did fuck—that’s not the worst, because at least you could see then that you are just as wrong and that that nigga is no better than the rest of them ... He wants the same thing they all want. The worst is having you stand here thinking he is some kind of angel, and you look me in my face knowing that you think he is better than me,” he said.

  “Omar, I don’t think that. You are my husband. He is just my friend. He can never take your place in my life or in my heart,” she said, sincerely meaning every word.

  “Prove it, then—it’s either him or me,” Omar said.

  She was speechless at his sudden ultimatum.

  He continued, “I’m done with this shit. You have a choice—if you don’t let that dude go, I’m done.”

  “Are you saying you are going to leave me if I don’t end my friendship with Jay?” she asked.

  “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

  “I can’t kick him out of the building—he is on the lease,” she said.

  “Well, then you leave, I don’t care what you have to do, but you have a choice,” he said as a matter of fact.

  “So, close up my office and start all over because you can’t have a little more faith in me?” she asked.

  “I have faith in you, but I don’t have faith in him.”

  “Well, Omar, that’s a lot to ask. You can’t expect me to choose between you and my career that I have worked for so hard. That’s selfish,” Jordan said desperately.

  “Is it really? Was it selfish when you agreed to work on the same floor as him? Was it selfish when you started to work day and night and were never home, so he got to see you more than I did? Was it selfish when half of your colleagues thought he was your husband because you attended all of those parties with him? And I’m selfish?” Omar said.

  “He comes because he is doing business like I am, and you were welcome to come as well. And I can’t help having to work late hours—you think I don’t want to be home?” Jordan asked.

  “Why would I come? I don’t want to be his backup. You go with him usually, and you can’t help working late hours. There is just no rush to get out of there, be
cause you’re there with your homeboy.”

  “If that’s what you think, then fine. I can’t change your opinion—think what you want. I’m tired of arguing. I don’t know what I can do to make you see the truth.”

  “I don’t know what to do to make you see the truth, but I know I refuse to let this nigga have my wife while I sit home with our son,” he said as he walked out of the room.

  It’s funny how men and women can perceive the same thing totally differently. Here Omar had made up his mind that Jayon was after his wife and that she was being totally selfish by having another man around. On the other hand, she saw Jayon as a remedy for her and Omar’s unhappiness. If it wasn’t for Jayon keeping her sane half the time, her and Omar’s marriage would be terrible. Not to mention that Jayon was enjoying his single life—he wasn’t plotting on how to get Omar’s wife. There was no way Omar would ever believe that, though. He thought everything Jordan said, was because she was defending Jay’s throne, when in reality she was defending theirs.

  34

  Jekyll and Hyde

  “Quinton, get in here and finish this math problem,” Chrasey yelled toward the living room.

  She was in the dining room helping the kids with their homework, and somehow Quinton got slick and walked away while she was focusing on a problem with Kelsey.

  “One,” Chrasey yelled. When she started counting, they knew that she wasn’t playing. He came running back to his seat.