Page 4 of Surrogate For My Best Friend’s Man 2

“Here you go.” He mumbled.

“What the hell does that mean?” I asked.

“Nothing Alisha let that shit go.” Deuce snapped, sounding irritated.

“So now I’m the problem? Let that shit go?” I asked.

“I ain’t say you were the problem. I said let that shit go that bitch crazy and obsessed apparently, because I don’t know what the fuck she talking about.”

“You a damn liar.”

He rubbed his face. “Can we not do this here?”

“Do what? Ask why she keeps popping up talking about you?” I snapped.

“I don’t control what the fuck she do.”

“But you know her right?” I asked.

“She came to your shop.” He responded.

“That ain’t what I asked.”

He looked irritated but I didn’t care. “You know her?”

“I saw her a couple times.” He said.

“Where?”

“Alisha come on man stop with this interrogating shit right now! The bitch leaving let that shit go!”

“Where?” I asked again.

Before he could answer… “SHANTE!” Grandma’s voice cut through everything.

My whole body went cold, I turned. Shante was standing by the gift table, but something was wrong. Her face wasn’t just pale, it looked gray. Her hand pressed to her stomach. Malik stood right in front of her. “Shante?”

She blinked slowly then her legs gave out and Malik caught her. “Baby!” He panicked.

Everything stopped, even Kim went quiet by the door. Malik dropped to the floor with her. “Shante!” Her eyes closed. “Open your eyes.” He yelled. “Call an ambulance!”

“I got it!” somebody yelled.

Malik wasn’t looking at nobody else. “Come on, stay with me.” He tapped her cheek. When she didn’t respond, something in his face shifted and it scared me.

“Where is the ambulance at?” Malik yelled.

“They coming!” Someone yelled.

“Tell them to hurry up!” Malik replied with tears in his eyes.

Grandma pushed people back. “Give her space!” Everybody was still crowding.

“Back up!” Malik snapped.

They moved and he rested her head on his leg.

“Open your eyes baby.” Her eyelids fluttered. “Shante?”