Page 96 of Surrogate For My Best Friend’s Man 2

“Well, I am.” Something in my voice finally made her pause. I stepped closer. “You came flying into my shit disrespecting me over something you don’t know a fucking thing about.”

“I know what Shante told me.” She replied.

“And that’s your problem.”

Her face changed. “What?”

“You keep believing everything Shante tells you.”

“Because that’s my best friend.”

I laughed. “Yeah.” I nodded. “Your best friend.”

She narrowed her eyes. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

I looked around again. Fuck it she wanted the truth? “I didn’t cheat on Shante.”

Alisha rolled her eyes. “Boy, please.”

“And them twins ain’t mine.”

Alisha went completely still. “What?”

I held her stare. “Them babies ain’t mine.”

Her eyebrows pulled together. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Exactly what I said.” She stared at me like she was waiting for me to laugh or tell her I was fucking with her.

I wasn’t.

“Malik…”

“I found out at the hospital.”

Her face changed. “Found out what?”

I could’ve softened it could’ve pulled her to the side. Could’ve tried to find some pretty way to say it but there wasn’t one and I was tired of carrying shit that wasn’t mine. “Shante is a surrogate.”

Alisha blinked. “A what?”

“A surrogate.”

Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. I kept going. “That’s why I left.”

She shook her head slowly. “No.”

“Yeah.”

“No, because—” She stopped. I watched her trying to make the pieces fit. Her face lost a little color. “Who babies is she carrying?”

For the first time since she pulled into my parking lot, I didn’t feel angry anymore. I actually felt bad for her. I looked her dead in her face. “Deuce and Kim’s.”

Alisha stumbled back like I’d physically pushed her. Troy stopped chewing his sunflower seeds and Dre looked away.

“You’re lying.”

“I wish the fuck I was.”