Diva Diaries by Janine A. Morris Page B

for a while, but after the first few bites she started back up. “Omar, are you upset about last night or about me getting that phone call earlier?”
    â€œI am upset because you put our relationship second to your career and I’m tired of it.”
    â€œOmar, that is far from the truth. Everything I do is to produce money. I am not at all the industry parties or social events. Every time I’m not at home, I’m producing a dollar. And I don’t see you complaining when I have to pay your half of the bills.”
    It just slipped out. She knew once the words were leaving her mouth it wasn’t the thing to say. At the same time, she was tired of having this conversation with Omar.
    I would love not to have to work and be able to stay home and take care of my son, but he doesn’t have it like that. So I do my part—and I do it quite well, I might add , Jordan was thinking to herself.
    Before she could try to fix it, he put his fork down and gave her a look of death.
    â€œWell, maybe if you did stay your ass home, I could work more and I could handle things. But you want to be the damn man in the relationship—you wouldn’t know what it’s like to stay home. You wouldn’t even know how to be a kept woman—you’re too damned ‘educated.’”
    Wanting to defuse the situation, since they were at their anniversary lunch, she just remained calm. Besides, she knew not to mess with a man and his pride, and practically saying he couldn’t head his household was pretty damn risky.
    â€œWhatever, Omar. Let’s just eat. I promise you I will do whatever I can to be home as much as I can. And if you want, I will give up my whole career to take care of you, your child, and your home. You just let me know.” Her slight sarcasm was evident, but she took a bite of her food and thought that was the end of it.
    â€œI want you to give up Jayon,” he said.
    She almost choked. “What?” she said.
    â€œYou heard me,” he replied.
    â€œWhere did that come from?”
    â€œI’m tired of sharing you with him. You guys have been best friends for all these years and he gets to spend more time with you than me. You guys work together, you’re on the phone all the time. When you and I fight, you go out with him—I feel like he is my fill-in.”
    â€œOmar. I only see him when we are at work—and then we are working. We may be friends, but I rarely see him unless it’s work-related. The whole best-friend thing kind of went out the window when we grew up. We are not nearly as close as we used to be,” Jordan explained.
    â€œYou guys are still a lot closer than we are.”
    Hearing him say that almost broke her heart. But deep down she knew it was true. Still, she made an attempt. “Baby, don’t say that. You have been my best friend for fourteen years and still are.”
    He didn’t say anything. She took that as a sign, so she said nothing more. They just sat there and finished their meals.

8
    Surprise Visit
    â€œ W ait up, guys ...” Chrasey said through her gasps of breath.
    She was walking fast down the street, trying to keep up with her kids—her son Quinton and daughter Kelsey. Chrasey was just returning home from taking her kids to the park. Her inability to keep up with them was just a reminder of how badly she had to lose some weight. She hated that feeling of gasping for air.
    As she rattled through her keys for the key to get into her house, she heard a car coming down the street. When she looked over her shoulder, she noticed a black BMW. She thought nothing of it, but as she unlocked the door, she noticed it slowed down a few houses away. She opened the door, and the kids took off running. She stepped in after them, leaving the door open. Kelsey ran into the living room and turned the television on, and Quinton ran to the refrigerator to grab a Capri Sun. Once Chrasey saw they were