Two girls brought together by the thing that changed them the most. Abuse.
Years, after the horrors that changed both Ziya and Denim's life they are closer than ever but have two completely different outlooks on love. For Ziya, using a man for his...
"What are you wearing to Mecca's party?" Imani looked away from the TV where they were watching some Syfy movie.
"I'm not going" Ziya said simply and Imani chuckled.
"Anyways, what are you wearing for real? I saw this bomb ass Givenchy fit that you would kill, I should have just gotten it."
"I'm not going" Ziya said once again.
"What do you mean Zy, Mecca is your boyfriend how could you not go to his party?"
"Easily" Ziya got out of the bed and headed into the kitchen to get a snack while the movie was on commercial. Imani followed right behind her.
"Zy what's going on? I don't understand why you wouldn't go?"
"You only want me to go because you wanna go" Ziya said and Imani laughed.
"You right but at the same time don't be dumb and lose your man because you're being emotional."
Ziya wasn't about to let her man get away she just didn't feel like going to his party. She had planned it and everything but her mood was too sour to even think about partying. She started to once again tell Imani that she wasn't going when two messages came through on her phone.
Mecca: I can't wait to see you.
Mecca: And don't think you about to back out.
"Ugh!" Ziya yelled when she realized she didn't have a choice but to go now. Ziya showed Imani the message from Mecca and she laughed. They hadn't talked about her not wanting to go but she was sure he could tell from her mood earlier that she wasn't really in a partying mood.
"Now your ass has to go" Ziya didn't even respond. It was already 6:30 so she went to take a shower and wash her hair while Imani left to go home.
Mecca came home not too long after to get ready as well. Ziya steered clear of him because she didn't feel like talking. He would only question her and she wasn't up for an interrogation. At close to 9 Ziya sat on the side of the bed putting on her Saint Laurent heels. She stood and straightened the fitted white dress. Her ears were adorned by six karat studs, her wrist bore a customized Audemar Piguet, and her Gucci bag hadn't even hit the stores yet.
Mecca was already waiting for her downstairs so she headed out. He was dressed casually, more casually than most people would be for their own birthday but he looked good so Ziya didn't say anything. He approached Ziya and wrapped her up into his strong arms. With just one hug Mecca made her feel so good which was something she knew not to take for granted. Gently grabbing his face, she kissed him passionately.
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