Page 3 of Surrogate For My Best Friend’s Man 2

Kim looked at Deuce. “Deuce, are you really about to let them put me out?”

My head snapped toward him. Why was she looking at him like that? Deuce’s jaw tightened. “I don’t know what the fuck you talking about, but you need to leave.”

Kim stared at him. “You don’t know?”

“No.” He responded.

“Are you serious?” Kim asked again.

“I don’t know why you're here starting all this bullshit.” He let her know.

I watched both of them, something about that felt off but I let it go for now. I had seen women get obsessed before and whole relationships in their head. Kim felt like one of them, she probably convinced herself Deuce wanted her because his trifling ass finessed her.

Kim let out a little laugh. “Okay.”

Deuce pointed to the door. “Go home.”

“I ain’t going nowhere until you tell the fucking truth.” She snapped.

Auntie Keisha grabbed one arm, a cousin grabbed the other. “Come on, Beyoncé.”

“Get off me!” Kim yelled dramatically.

“You not Beyoncé?” Keisha laughed.

“BITCH!” Kim snapped. Now she was fighting them too.

I stood there watching while Deuce kept his hand on my waist. “Let me go.”

“No.” He said.

“I’m not about to hit her again.” I lied.

“You're lying.”

“I’m serious.”

“You not.”

I turned and hit his chest again.

“Let me go.”

He finally let me go. I fixed my dress, smoothed my hair while they dragged Kim toward the door.

Kim was still yelling. “You gon’ regret this!”

Grandma waved her shoe. “I regret not locking the damn door!”

“Deuce!” Kim screamed.

Everybody looked at him and shook his head. “Get her out.”

I folded my arms. “Why does she keep saying your name like that, you fucking this bitch Deuce?”

“I don’t know why she keeps screaming my name.” He shrugged.

“You don’t know shit today, huh?”