Why I Invited My Ex-Girlfriend To My Wedding . . .a short story
Layla was lost. Damn these one-way Atlanta streets and damn Reed! Why did he kiss her and say he missed her when another woman was wearing his ring? Who does that? Layla banged her hand against the steering wheel as the light turned red. Looking to her left, then her right, she realized that she had stumbled into the West End and was a few miles away from the Atlanta University Center, home to Clark Atlanta University, Spelman and Morehouse colleges and Morris Brown. She figured she might as well do some sightseeing before typing in the address to the hotel. Maybe roaming around a strange city would take her mind off that sizzling kiss. Take her mind off the throbbing she’d felt between her thighs when he’d touched the small of her back. “Pull it together. You have to see him in a few hours,” she mumbled as she turned the corner by Morehouse. “I’m a professional and I can do this....