Torn

Chapter 13

It was 6:45 am, which meant that Omari and I had overselpt. We literally had 45 minutes to get up, eat breakfast, get dressed, and out of the house.

"Omari" I called out as I shook him.

"Hmmm"

"It's time for work babe". I said pulling back the covers

"Can't we just stay in" he yawned and stretched. I giggled and playfully shoved his shoulder.

"Nope"

I got out of bed and grabbed my white plush robe and headed to the shower. While I showered, Omari prepared breakfast. This is usually how our mornings went.

After my shower was done, I searched through my closet for the perfect outfit to wear. I settled for a creme colored skirt, black blouse, and my Jimmy Choo peep toe heels. I threw my hair into a bun and applied minimal make up.

I stared at the floor length mirror and smiled in satisfaction. Damn I looked good.

I glanced at the clock and it was going on 7:30. Not wanting to waste anymore time, I grabbed my purse and dashed into the kitchen and grabbed the cup of coffee, toast, and a piece of bacon.

"Whoa somebody's in a rush" Omari said as he came into the kitchen with a towel on. I frowned at his lack of concern for punctuality.

"I really have to go babe" I said before placing a kiss on his lips.

"Eat first"

"Babe that's going to take like 10 min"

"Do you have to always be on schedule"? he frowned.

"Unlike you, I have a boss. I can't be late" he sucked his teeth and kissed me before I made a mad dash to my car.

Just great

I sighed loudly as I was met with New York City traffic. Time was definitely not on my side this morning. The time on my dash read 7:45. There was absolutely no way in hell I would make it across town in 15 minutes. I tapped lightly on my steering wheel as I waited for traffic to move. We were at a complete stand still.

The Steve Harvey morning show blared through my car speakers. I laughed uncontrollably as a few of the Strawberry Letter's were being read on air. I could never be that candid about my personal life with complete strangers.

I turned the radio up when one particular letter caught my ear.

Dear Morning Show,

I need help. I have a secret that could destroy my marriage. My husband and I have been married for six years. The first three years of marriage was great but the fourth year is where the lack of romance and intimacy started. I was getting bored and tired of the same ol routine. I met this really great guy a couple of years ago and we hit it off intanstly. He's spontaneous and stimulates my mind in ways my husband can't. The affair came months after we started talking and I instantly regretted it but I couldn't stop. It's explainable but the thrill excites me. I love my husband, I really do but I can't let either of these men go. The guy that I met gave me an ultimatum, he says he can no longer do this. My husband wants to renew our vows because he sees the disconnect. What should I do Steve?

My eyes bucked at this woman's story. Granted, I am not married but I can definitely relate to everything she said. I admit, I was a little anxious to hear what Steve had to say.

Before Steve could respond, I had arrived at work. I was pissed that I couldn't hear his response.

I was already 30 minutes late work due to the traffic. I had only hoped my boss was in a meeting or too busy to notice that I was late.