Zaddy (Urban) #wattys2016

Chapter 9

AN: I know this story has been going a little fast! And it probably won't slow down any time soon. Unlike Gotta Get it I already had most of this story finished before I posted it, I just make small changes as I update.

Anyways I hope the pace is not too much for anyone and if you don't catch it, this chapter has skipped over some time just like the last one.

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Hearing the knocking on her front door Ziya sat still trying to make sure it was real. No one ever came to visit her and everyone else had a key so they didn't have to knock. Putting her book down on the coffee table Ziya stood and pulled down the short onesie she had been wearing.

Looking through the peephole she was shocked but also a little excited about who was standing at her door. You would think they had just me by the way Ziya still reacted when she saw him.

Ziya opened the door and Mecca stood with his hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie. "Shocked?" he asked with a sexy smirk on his face.

In an attempt to hide her blush Ziya turned around leaving the door open for him to enter. Mecca's eyes hadn't left her round ass since she walked away, sneaking up behind her he wrapped his arms around her waist hugging her body to his.

"I love this shit" he said referring to holding her and he wasn't lying. Mecca didn't know if it was because of her curvy body and soft skin or the fact that he really fucked with her, either way he loved having her in his arms.

"What are you doing here Mecca?" Ziya finally asked, she turned in his embrace and looked up at him.

"I came to spend some time with you since I've been MIA."

"Yes you have, you are just lucky I've been working overtime so I didn't really notice" she moved out of his embrace and sat back down on the couch with intentions on reading some more of one of her favorite books The Prada Plan by Ashley Antoinette.

"You need a break Zy."

"I really do but I'll take one sooner or later. I gotta reach my monthly goal."

Every month Ziya set aside a goal for how much she wanted to save. If she reached the goal than she would reward herself with whatever she wanted.

"Understandable but answer me this when is the last time you took some time just for Ziya?" his question stumped her because she had no answer. She had been working nonstop since she had gotten out of high school. Although she didn't go to college like most of her other classmates, having a full time job wasn't a piece of cake either. At one time she had even worked three jobs.

"I haven't but I'm just trying to accomplish my goals Mecca, I'm tryna live like you big money" she said making them both laugh. 

"Can I burn this?" Mecca asked as he pulled two joints from the pocket of his hoodie.

"Yeah if you let me hit it."

"I will this one time, get me a lighter" Ziya stood and headed for the kitchen where she found a lighter in her miscellaneous drawer. When she came back Mecca no longer sported his hoodie and was left in a wife beater. Ziya's body reacted before her mind could even register how fine this nigga was. Mecca wasn't a man that she would usually ever go for. Ziya always found the clean cut dudes the sexiest, and Mecca was nowhere near clean cut.

But somehow he had found a way in. She could feel the gathering of wetness in her panties but she was trying hard to ignore it. Which was hard seeing as though Mecca had some plans for her.