Page 44 of Surrogate For My Best Friend’s Man 2

“I figured.” He said. He walked inside without waiting for an invitation. He looked around the house then back at me. “Is this the house you were telling me about?”

“Yeah.” I said while looking around too.

He nodded slowly. “Nice.”

I closed the door and we walked into the living room and sat down. Dre put the food on the table. “I brought you some steak bites from Starters.”

“I’m not really hungry, but good looking.” I replied.

“Eat anyway.” Dre frowned.

I opened the container and neither one of us said anything for a minute. Dre finally looked at me. “You alright?”

I laughed. “Do I look alright?” I picked at the food.

“I still can’t believe that shit.” Dre nodded.

“Yeah, I really thought those were my babies.” He didn’t interrupt. “I had everything planned and I bought this house. I was getting the nursery together. I was thinking about names.” I shook my head. “Whole time, she was fucking lying.”

Dre looked down. “That’s fucked up.”

“Yeah.” I leaned back. “I don’t even know how to feel. Am I mad? Hell yeah. Hurt?” I looked toward the stairs. “I feel betrayed. Shante played in my face. You know what I do to muthafuckas who play in my face! But I can’t do shit because I loved her ass, and still do.” I spat.

Dre nodded. “I get that.” I sat there for a second.

Then he asked, “Does Alisha know?”

I looked at him. “Nah.”

His eyebrows lifted. “She don’t know?”

“No.” I replied disgustedly.

“She still thinks Shante’s pregnant by you?” Dre asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah.”

He leaned back. “Man…That’s fucked up too.” He rubbed his jaw. “You think Shante’s gone tell her?”

I shook my head. “Probably not.”

“You think Deuce gone , tell her?”

I laughed. “That nigga? Hell nah.”

Dre nodded. “Then somebody gotta tell her.”

I looked at him.“I don’t want to be in the middle of that shit, I ain’t no messy ass nigga.”

“Yeah I feel you, but she deserves to know. Just like you deserved to know. These niggas know they know how to fuck up a good thing. I know I’m the biggest hoe in Detroit, but that’s because I haven’t found my person. Shit you thought Shante was your person and look how that turned out!” Dre said while shaking his head. “I’m not telling you to go start no shit. I’m just saying, if it was me, I’d want to know.”

I nodded slowly. “Yeah.”

He grabbed another piece of food. “And don’t worry about her being alone.”

I looked at him. “What you mean?”

He shrugged. “She got people.”