Page 75 of Surrogate For My Best Friend’s Man 2

“Well, maybe your ass should’ve thought about privacy before you created a damn family project out of your affair.”

I rubbed my forehead. “Shante told you.”

“She had to! I went over to that girl’s apartment and thought somebody had burglarized the place.”

I looked at her confused. “What?”

“Malik took everything.”

I frowned. “What you mean everything?”

“Couch, tv, dishes, pots and pants. Damn near everything that wasn’t nailed down.”

“That nigga took her shit?”

“He bought it.”

“Man, fuck that.” I spat, that was some hoe ass shit. What type of nigga take shit from a female.

“See! That’s your problem right there.” Grandma pointed through the glass. “Always ready to be mad at somebody else about some shit you started.”

I leaned back. “I ain’t tell Malik to clean her apartment out.”

“No, you just had his woman carrying your babies while letting that man believe they belonged to him.”

I didn’t have shit to say to that, grandma shook her head. “He left that girl one bath towel and one face towel.”

My eyebrows went up. “One?”

“One.”

I looked away, trying not to react. Grandma caught me. “Don’t you laugh.”

“I ain’t laughing.” I smirked.

“Your face is.”

“One towel is crazy.”

“Deuce!”

“Aight, damn.”

She shook her head. “I can’t stand y’all.”

I leaned forward. “How is Shante doing?”

“Now you concerned?”

“That’s my sister.”

“And Alisha is your wife.”

Grandma stared at me. “Does Alisha know?”

I looked away.

“Deuce.”