SERIES SUMMARY: Kayla is on a quest to move beyond the hurt of her past as she realizes the impact that hurt has on her present and potential future. This is a modern tale of love that accounts the complexities of blending the lives of two thirty-somethings and all of their respective baggage. Read to see if Kayla will finally share her secret, embrace something new, and most importantly exercise her faith.
Leaning back in her chair, slowly sipping a cup of chai-tea, and staring out of her office window, she thinks. “If I go over to Kareem’s tonight, he’ll keep my mind off of the party, well he’ll keep it off of Andre.” She sips again, “But that would be using Kareem and although I typically don’t have a problem with using men because they don’t have a problem with using me, Kareem doesn’t deserve that. Besides, I’ll never get Andre out of my system, until I face and confront this situation.” Convinced that someone else could offer her a different perspective, Kayla calls Karah.
“What should I do Lil Sis?”
“I’m tired of you putting your life on hold for Andre. You need to go, face your demons and release them girl. Kareem is looking very promising. Don’t let Andre steel your chance at happiness, especially since it doesn’t seem that he is lacking any.”
Although Karah is the youngest, she is also the strongest. Kayla always turns to her for advice and Karah always tells her what she needs, but often doesn’t want to hear. It’s settled; she’s going to the party. The rest of the afternoon, is consumed with what she will wear and how she will fix her hair. She thought about how good Andre looked the last time she saw him and how long it has been since she felt him. After taking a long bath and eating a quick snack, Kayla opens her walk-in and begins to put together the outfit that would not only make Andre remember what he left but also regret having done so. She takes her time in getting dressed. Every detail is attended to. She does her hair, curly with a lot of bounce, flirty with a part that hangs in her eye. The guys love that. Next she perfects a makeup combination that is subtle yet sexy. And finally she dresses, black jeggings with a low cut top and of course a pair of her signature stilettos. She gives herself one last look-over, grabs her keys and takes off.
Dawn’s street is packed. She can barely find a parking spot. Circling the block five times won her a spot two streets over. But Kayla is used to this because the parking is always bad at Dawn’s little get-togethers (which by the way are never little) and Kayla is always fashionably late. Walking up the porch, she hears a hint of rhythm and blues and the muffled buzz of people talking. Taking a moment to collect herself, she sucks in a deep gust of air and holds it until the door opens. It’s Brandon, Dawn’s husband.
To be continued…
© LaRonda Moore