Page 67 of Surrogate For My Best Friend’s Man 2

“We were together when I got pregnant.”

“You had me thinking these babies were mine!”

I flinched.

Malik shook his head. “You really got some damn nerve.”

“Malik—”

“Nah, you wanted a scene.” He motioned around us. “Here goes your scene.”

Grandma leaned against the cart. “Well, shit.”

I glanced at her. “Grandma!”

“What? He got the floor.”

I turned back to Malik. “So you just done with me?”

“I told you that and I meant that shit.”

“That don’t mean you gotta be out here with somebody else already.”

Malik stared at me. “Why not?”

I hesitated.“Because⁠—”

“Because what?” He stepped closer. “You lied to me for months. You let me think I was about to be a father.”

My eyes started burning.

“You watched me get excited, you watched me make plans, you watched me talk to your stomach.”

“Malik…”

“And every fucking day, you knew.”

I looked down.

“You don’t get to do that to me and then decide how fast I’m allowed to move on.”

That shit hit me hard. “I said I was sorry.”

“And I heard you.” He nodded. “That don’t mean I gotta take you back. You broke the one thing I don’t play about, trust.”

“I know.”

“Nah, I don’t think you do.” He pointed toward the direction the woman had gone. “Because if you did, you wouldn’t have just pulled that bullshit.”

I wiped under my eye. “I was mad.”

“So? You think being mad gives you the right to fuck with my life?”

I didn’t answer.

“That’s exactly how we got here.”

I looked at him. “What does that mean?”