Page 40 of Surrogate For My Best Friend’s Man 2

“I was trying to protect Deuce.” I cried.

“Fuck Deuce!”

I flinched.

“What about you?” He stepped closer. “What about me? I thought I was building something with you. I thought these were our babies. I thought you were carrying my seeds.” His eyes were red. “I was happy. I was planning my whole damn life around them.”

I couldn’t even look at him.

“And you were smiling in my face knowing none of that was true.”

“I love you.”

He laughed bitterly. “Don’t.”

“Please.”

“Don’t fucking tell me you love me right now.”

“I do.”

“Then you should’ve trusted me enough to tell me the truth.”

I wiped my face. “I was trying to keep Deuce out of jail.”

“By carrying his babies?”

“Yes.”

He shook his head. “That’s some toxic-ass shit.”

“Kim’s father is FBI, he was investigating Deuce and he needed Kim to stay quiet.”

“And this was the deal?”

I nodded.

“He asked me to do it.”

“And you said yes.”

“I didn’t know what else to do.”

“You could’ve told me.”

I had no answer for that. He looked away then he shook his head. “And you let Alisha believe the same damn thing.”

“She thinks I’m pregnant by you.”

“She thinks her best friend is pregnant with her own kids but really they are her step kids.” His face tightened. “Do you know how fucked up that is?”

“I know.”

“No, you don’t.”

He pointed at me. “Because while you were protecting Deuce, you were lying to everybody who actually loved you.”

He grabbed his jacket from the chair.