Zaddy (Urban) #wattys2016

Chapter 13

Ziya was dressed in a pair of night shorts and the same top she had worn to the club when her phone began to vibrate against the counter next to her. Putting down her strawberries she looked at it seeing Mecca's name. Ziya had just come home from a night of clubbing with Naomi, who was her stylist. They honestly had nothing in common but the fact that Naomi liked to have fun and that was all Ziya wanted.

Ziya needed a stress reliever after she had been worried sick about Mecca for over a week, the last time they had spoken had been on Sunday and he was leaving with Blaze for a business trip. He had left with promises to call her but still she received nothing.

Mecca called back a few more times, she ignored him until she couldn't hold out any longer.

"Yes?" she said putting the phone on speakerphone.

"Can I come over?" Mecca asked and Ziya rolled her eyes.

"it's been a whole week, how come you remember my number now?"

"You got that one Zy, that's why I want to come over. I want to explain" she sighed hating when niggas wanted to talk about shit. Half of the time it meant they were getting ready to fill a bitch's head with a bunch of lies.

"The door will be open" she said before hanging up the phone. Sighing Ziya put her strawberries back in the fridge before she went to take a much needed shower. Getting out she dressed in a black lacey bra with the panties to match. After putting on some lotion and perfume she climbed into bed and started up a new game of Candy Crush.

Minutes later Ziya heard her front door open and close but she didn't bother to move. Mecca appeared in the doorway not too long after dressed casually in gym shorts, a wife beater and Jordan socks and slides. he stood still for a second trying to think if Ziya was trying to fuck with him but either way he didn't know how good he would be.

He dropped his duffel bag and climbed into bed next to Ziya who was still playing her game. Seconds passed before she finally put her phone down and turned to look Mecca who had already been staring at her.

"I know I fucked up" he admitted.

"You sure did, a call or text would have been nice. At first, I was thinking something was wrong. And than I was like this nigga must be laying up under some bitch."

Mecca laughed "It wasn't like that, a emergency came up while we were gone and I just had to focus solely on that. Mecca wasn't with no bitch."

"Is you leaving randomly for weeks at a time something I have to get used to?"

"I do have to handle out of town business from time to time but I won't leave you hanging like that again."

"Hopefully so, I was so pissed at you" Mecca placed an arm around her and pulled Ziya close. Her skin was so soft and felt amazing pressed against him.

Slowly he used his hand to grope her breast through the lacey bra, using his finger he pulled the fabric down and pinched her nipple.

"Mecca" she moaned arching back making her ass press further into him. Mecca began to kiss and suck on her neck as he continued to toy with her nipples. Ziya turned onto her back a little and kissed his lips.

"Mecca"

"Yeah?" he said putting his warm mouth over her nipple.

Ziya gently gripped the back of his head "your phone is ringing" she said reluctantly.

"Damn" Mecca sat up and reached for his phone.

"Hello" he answered not bothering to look at who was calling.