Part One
"This nigga think I'm playing with him. I've called him twice since I got out of church. I know he over Princess house with her bastard child," Charlie said to herself while walking through the large mahogany double front doors of her house.
"Tiago where the hell you at?" she screamed into her husband of seven years voicemail.
She knew he had turned off his phone, because his voicemail came on without the phone ringing. Throwing her iPhone and Chanel Chevron Flap bag on the couch, Charlie headed into her six hundred square feet master bedroom and took off her simple black Chanel dress. She knew when Tiago said he wasn't going to church with her this morning that he was going to see his son Corleone. Throwing on a old pair of blue Juicy Couture sweat pants and a matching white wife beater, Charlie headed upstairs to the loft where the kitchen and family room were and got a bottled water to take her Norco pain medicine with.
'I'm so tired of this shit,' she said underneath her breath as if someone was in the empty four bedroom three bathroom brick home with her.
Charlie has been married to Augustine Tiago for, seven years but they had been together for fifteen years/ Augustine, or Tiago as everyone called him, was a born street hustler and the absolute love of her life. Charlie met Tiago when she was twenty-one years old and he was thirty-one. Their lifestyle was one to be envious of with luxury cars and big boy toys, half of million dollar home, designer labels from head to toe, vacations, basically best of the best and Tiago was still building his empire. However, this lifestyle came with a price tag as does everything and Charlie was growing increasing tired of paying for it, especially since Princess had popped up pregnant.
Their son, Augustine Jr. was barely two years old, when Tiago came home and told her he needed to tell her something before she heard it in the streets from one of her haters or nosey ass home girls. He was right, because that's how Charlie found out about Princess in the first place. Her home girl Sassy had spotted Tiago dropping her off at the daycare that she worked at and where Sassy's son Rico goes. And yeah Sassy couldn't wait to tell it, but not because she was hating but because she was all to familiar with what Charlie was going through.
Sassy was also married to a hustler. She and Rocko had been together for twenty-three years. They had three kids together and Rocko had three kids by three different side bitches. So she knew exactly what Charlie was going through. Tiago and Rocko were really close friends and made money together, so the two women were always in each others business one way or the other.
Scrolling thru her Facebook news feed, Charlie laid on the couch in the downstairs entertainment room, watching last Sunday's episode of Real Housewives of ATL, when her phone vibrated against her leg and Tiago's picture popped on the screen.
"Hello," Charlie said as dryly as possible, she could here Lyfe Jennings playing in the background.
"Wats up babe?" Tiago asked in good spirits.
"It must be nice huh? I guess so after leaving your ya baby mama house," she snapped.
"Man I'm on my way home," he growled. Turning his music up louder, he hung up before she could respond.
"Tiago where the hell you at?" she screamed into her husband of seven years voicemail.
She knew he had turned off his phone, because his voicemail came on without the phone ringing. Throwing her iPhone and Chanel Chevron Flap bag on the couch, Charlie headed into her six hundred square feet master bedroom and took off her simple black Chanel dress. She knew when Tiago said he wasn't going to church with her this morning that he was going to see his son Corleone. Throwing on a old pair of blue Juicy Couture sweat pants and a matching white wife beater, Charlie headed upstairs to the loft where the kitchen and family room were and got a bottled water to take her Norco pain medicine with.
'I'm so tired of this shit,' she said underneath her breath as if someone was in the empty four bedroom three bathroom brick home with her.
Charlie has been married to Augustine Tiago for, seven years but they had been together for fifteen years/ Augustine, or Tiago as everyone called him, was a born street hustler and the absolute love of her life. Charlie met Tiago when she was twenty-one years old and he was thirty-one. Their lifestyle was one to be envious of with luxury cars and big boy toys, half of million dollar home, designer labels from head to toe, vacations, basically best of the best and Tiago was still building his empire. However, this lifestyle came with a price tag as does everything and Charlie was growing increasing tired of paying for it, especially since Princess had popped up pregnant.
Their son, Augustine Jr. was barely two years old, when Tiago came home and told her he needed to tell her something before she heard it in the streets from one of her haters or nosey ass home girls. He was right, because that's how Charlie found out about Princess in the first place. Her home girl Sassy had spotted Tiago dropping her off at the daycare that she worked at and where Sassy's son Rico goes. And yeah Sassy couldn't wait to tell it, but not because she was hating but because she was all to familiar with what Charlie was going through.
Sassy was also married to a hustler. She and Rocko had been together for twenty-three years. They had three kids together and Rocko had three kids by three different side bitches. So she knew exactly what Charlie was going through. Tiago and Rocko were really close friends and made money together, so the two women were always in each others business one way or the other.
Scrolling thru her Facebook news feed, Charlie laid on the couch in the downstairs entertainment room, watching last Sunday's episode of Real Housewives of ATL, when her phone vibrated against her leg and Tiago's picture popped on the screen.
"Hello," Charlie said as dryly as possible, she could here Lyfe Jennings playing in the background.
"Wats up babe?" Tiago asked in good spirits.
"It must be nice huh? I guess so after leaving your ya baby mama house," she snapped.
"Man I'm on my way home," he growled. Turning his music up louder, he hung up before she could respond.
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