Eleven
E veryone who was somebody in Atlanta had turned out for the Kids’ World charity benefit. There were politicians,
CEOs of major corporations, celebrities and well-known
sports figures, all of whom considered Atlanta home.
There was also a sheikh in attendance, the very handsome Prince Jamal Ari Yasir, who was dressed in his native
Middle Eastern attire and causing quite a stir among the
ladies, single or otherwise. Jayla smiled, knowing the stir was a waste of time and effort since it was well known that Prince Yasir was happily married to the former Delaney
Westmoreland, Storm’s sister.
Jayla glanced across the room at the group of men
standing together laughing and talking. Although Storm
hadn’t arrived yet, it didn’t take much to recognize the men as Westmorelands. Their kinship was clearly evident in
their facial features, their height as well as their sex appeal.
She began wondering if perhaps Storm had changed his mind about coming. After leaving the clinic yesterday, she had decided to take the rest of the day off. Too excited to work, she had gone home and called Lisa and invited her to lunch.
She’d barely gotten the words out after Lisa arrived when
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