Page 82 of Surrogate For My Best Friend’s Man 2

“Just do what I’m telling you.”

Same old Deuce, still thinking he could give orders and everybody was supposed to move. “See, that’s exactly why I haven’t been answering your calls.”

“What?”

“You still think I’m one of your little workers.”

“Alisha, this ain’t the time⁠—”

“No, this is exactly the fucking time.” I leaned back in my seat. “You’ve been blowing my phone up for weeks. Here I am now talk.”

He got quiet. “Who came to you?”

“Some man.”

“What man?”

“I don’t know his fucking name.”

“What does he look like?”

“Why? You got that many niggas looking for you?”

“Come on, Lisha.”

“No, you come on.”

My voice rose. “Because this is the second fucking time this man has approached me.”

“Second?”

“Yes, second.” I repeated.

“When was the first?”

“Outside our house.”

“What?”

“He was waiting on me when I pulled up.”

“WHEN?”

I pulled the phone away from my ear. “Stop yelling in my damn ear.”

“When the fuck did this happen?”

“A few weeks ago.” I yelled back.

“And you ain’t tell nobody?”

“Who the hell was I supposed to tell? You?”

“YES!”

I laughed. “Boy, fuck you.”

“Alisha—”