Page 42 of Surrogate For My Best Friend’s Man 2

“Yeah.”

I wiped my face. “Why did you take everything?”

His voice was cold. “You called me to ask about some damn furniture?”

“I came home and everything is gone.”

“Yeah and?”

“Why?” I asked.

“Because it’s mine.”

“You could’ve talked to me.”

“I did.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“I told you exactly how I felt.”

“You told me you needed time.”

“And I took it permanently.”

My voice cracked. “Malik…”

“Nah, Shante.”

“You made your choice now deal with it. I guess you thought I was going to have some type of sympathy. You didn’t have sympathy for me when you was fucking lying to me.

“I didn’t choose this over you.”

“ Yes the fuck you did you chose it over everything.”

“I was trying to help my brother.”

“Exactly.” His voice got harder. “Since you are your brother’s keeper, have Deuce buy you some damn furniture.”

I closed my eyes. “Don’t do this.”

“Do what? Quit fucking with a lying ass bitch.” He spat.

“You know what I mean.”

“Nah, You don’t get to sit there and cry now. You made me look stupid. I trusted and loved you. And you sat in my face for months knowing you were carrying somebody else’s kids.”

Tears rolled down my cheeks. “I was scared.”

“That ain’t no excuse.” He yelled.

“I didn’t know what would happen.”

“You should’ve thought about that before you said yes.”

I wiped my face. “Can you ever forgive me?”

He went quiet. When he finally answered, his voice was lower. “No.”