Zaddy (Urban) #wattys2016

Chapter 1

5 years later

"I just don't understand, why the hell is it so hard for me to get a man?" Denim stood in her full length mirror looking over her body in the black tights and tank top she wore. She had a body most men were dying over these days but here she was single and had been for close to two years now.

"You're looking for the wrong nigga" Ziya commented. She sat on the bed watching her best friend stare at herself in the mirror. She didn't understand and wasn't going to try to understand why Denim was always so pressed about a nigga. Ziya on the other hand could care less about a man, they could all disappear and she wouldn't care.

Denim turned away from the mirror with her hands on her hips "What's the wrong nigga Ziya? A man with money?"

"It's nothing wrong with a man with money but you want a man with money but you're not willing to do what these slimy ass niggas want you to. You think that's what you want but it's not. You're not even that kind of girl D."

Denim wanted to say something but Ziya was right. She wanted another life that wasn't hers, she didn't want to work and go to school even though she liked school. Denim wanted a man with fat pockets to come scoop her off her feet and wine and dine her. But like Ziya said Denim barely even kissed a man on the first date better yet had sex with one.

"I should get some surgery" she looked at Ziya through the mirror.

"And do what your ass is already ridiculous."

"Exactly I want it all gone, just give me enough ass to fill out some jeans" Ziya shook her head and decided not to respond. To Ziya, Denim's insecurities were completely outrageous. She had the kind of body bitches had to pay thousands of dollars to get but yet she was still so insecure.

Denim looked at herself one more time in the mirror before she joined Ziya on the bed. For the moment she was tired of criticizing herself. That was one of Denim's biggest flaws, she was her own worst enemy.

She picked up the remote and began to scroll through the channels knowing that on a Saturday she wouldn't find anything to watch. Denim got bored quickly and as crazy as it sounded she was wishing for some homework to do but she had none. She majored in Finance with a minor in business management.

"Give me a kiss Zy your lips look juicy as fuck" Denim poked her lips out only for Ziya to flick them.

"Stop you wanna be lesbian."

"I don't wanna be a lesbian I just wanna kiss you. Your lips alone make these niggas go crazy."

Zina waved her hand dismissively and looked down at the text she had just gotten.

"Lina and Imani are coming over here to get ready" Ziya told Denim who nodded in response.

Lina and Imani were Ziya's older sisters who were the complete opposite of them. Lina and Imani had never been would never be ashamed of their occupations. They were proud gold diggers and models and had the money to prove it.

"Where are they going?"

"Some club. You wanna go?" Ziya asked already knowing what Denim's answer would be.

Denim quickly shook her head "I'm good on that." Ziya laughed but understood where Denim was coming from.

Ziya and Denim sat Indian style on Ziya's bed watching both Lina and Imani get ready for their night out. They could have stayed home but insisted on coming over to Ziya's since she lived closer to the club. And despite the twins begs Ziya and Denim wouldn't be in attendance.