Why I Invited My Ex-Girlfriend To My Wedding . . .a short story
And Layla knew, that had been the biggest mistake of her life, especially after dating over the last couple of years. She’d met Mr. Right Now, Mr. Booty Call and Mr. Will-You-Be-My-Mommy. It seemed that she couldn’t find what she had in Reed – a man who stimulated her body as much as he stimulated her mind. Often, she and Reed would lay in bed eating fresh fruit and talking about the current events of the day. Since she was a journalism student, the news was important to her. And then there were the Shakespeare debates. According to Reed, the Bard had mommy issues. Layla simply thought the man was simply creative. The fact that he’d been able to quote lines from their favorite tragedies made her hormones rage like the Atlantic Ocean. And Reed’s hard work to become a music producer had impressed her more than she’d ever let on. A lot of guys she’d attended college with had said they wanted to get into music industry but they thought releasing a mix tape had been the way ...