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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