"nah nigga you're gonna hear what i gotta say! yo ass always somewhere getting drunk and shit and cant even come home to yo girl? really Constance?!"
Connie turned around. "Aria you know i'm working and shit! i'm tryna provide for you!"
"i never asked for that! i make my own money nigga fuck you and yo music! all i ask for is one thing and that's you! i don't even got that!"
"fuck this shit, im sleeping in the guest room..." he mumbled with a slur, bumping into the walls a bit.
she rolled her eyes with a chuckle. "yea run off like you always do with yo alcoholic ass." 'drunk ass bitch.'
she climbed the stairs to the master bedroom and plopped on the bed with a sigh. she was sick of him, but she loved him so much. they had been together for 5 years, ever since they were 16.
Aria watched him rise in fame as a rapper while he watched her as a fashion designer. she couldn't just leave him.
Connie was her home, she could never leave him. she needed him.
she scrolled on her phone but something was off. she was getting a bunch of notifications out of nowhere. she hadn't post anything in the last few days so she was confused.
that was until she clicked onto one of the notifications and her eyes grew wide as she read the caption.
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just._lissa got to spend some time with my celeb crush @conmusik 😋
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theshaderoom uh oh 👀 stripper and model #AlissaGreene is getting a little too close to New York Rapper #Con, even though he's in a relationship with fashion designer and model #AriDawson 🍵
Connie groaned loudly as he felt a smack on his head. he groggily sat up, seeing a crying Aria in front of him.
"Constance what is this?" Ari asked in the most calmest tone she could as hot tears streamed down her face.
Connie's eyes widened as his eyes finally adjusted to the picture in front of him. he automatically went back to a blank face. "that's not me, Ari."
