Page 95 of Surrogate For My Best Friend’s Man 2

“MALIK!”

Dre looked at me.“What you do?”

“Apparently I’m about to find out.”

Troy started laughing. “Boy, you having a rough week with women pulling up on you.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

The woman I’d been flirting with looked between me and Alisha. “That’s your ex?”

“Nah.”

Alisha got close enough to hear her. “His ex? Bitch, please. I wouldn’t fuck this trifling ass nigga with somebody else’s pussy.”

The whole lot went quiet for about two seconds. Troy damn near choked on his sunflower seeds.

I looked at Alisha. “Watch how you talking to me.”

“Oh, fuck you.” She came right up on me. “You foul as hell.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I snapped.

“My best friend!” She snapped.

Behind her, Troy and Dre suddenly got real interested in everything except us. Alisha didn’t give a damn who was listening. “You cheated on Shante while she’s pregnant with your twins?”

My eyebrows went up. Oh so that’s what Shante told her. I rubbed my hand across my beard. This fucking girl was a compulsive ass liar.

“And then you packed up everything in the apartment and left her with damn near nothing?”

I looked around the parking lot. Employees were pretending not to listen. Customers were definitely listening. The woman I’d been flirting with had taken a few steps back. Now my irritation was turning into something else, embarrassment. And I didn’t do embarrassment. Especially not at one of my own businesses.

“Alisha, lower your voice.”

“Fuck lowering my voice.”

She pointed at me. “You got my best friend sitting in an empty ass apartment a month away from having your babies while you out here flirting with bitches?”

The woman beside me frowned. “Wait, babies?”

I closed my eyes for a second, not this shit again.

Alisha looked at her. “Twins.”

The woman looked at me. “You got twins coming?”

“Man—”

“Don’t ‘man’ me. Why you ain’t say nothing?”

Alisha folded her arms like she’d just proved her whole case. I looked from the woman to Alisha. Then around my own damn parking lot.

Shante had lied to me and Alisha, and somehow I kept ending up looking like a fucked up ass nigga because I was trying to keep her secret. First Target now my own fucking car wash. I was done looking like a fuck boy. The woman shook her head. “I’m good on this.” She turned toward her Charger and walked off and I didn’t stop her.

At this point, I didn’t give a fuck. Alisha looked satisfied. I mugged her. “You done?”

“No.”