Nights With Ebony Stewart

4. A Contract

"You little-"
"Good morning to you too, Dawsey." Bonnie Stewart smiled up at him.

That fucking smirk again! If he could, Zion would wrap his arms around that pretty little neck of hers and choke that bitch to death. She'd deserve it. But too many people have seen him come into her office.

"I had no idea I was employing a criminal for a year. Do you know what hacking into my highly secured system will cost you?" He growled as he slammed the binder back onto her glass desk.

He wouldn't have been surprised if it broke. In fact, he could destry her whole fucking office if he wanted to. Too fucking modern for his taste and everything was made out of damn glass!

"Not as much as tax evasion, dear Mister Dawsey." She told him, taking a sip of her tea.
"You don't know anything about that. It was over ten years ago. Besides that, he gave it back." Zion defended his father.

"Nevertheless, the simple act will have the media and your clients go crazy. It would be a miracle if you didn't have to close the business after I revealed it." Bonnie said, making Zion clench his jaw in anger. He looked around, catching the eye of an employee of hers. They widened their eyes before going back to work. This damned building and its lack of privacy!

"Meet me in my office tonight. We are not done." Was all he said before striding out of Bonnie's office and scowling at all the curious eyes around him.

Bonnie just rolled her eyes before continuing to simply read her magazine and drink her morning tea.

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"For the record, I'm here because I want your sperm. Not because you told me to." Zion's eye twitched at the boldness of her statement. Couldn't she at least act discrete about it?

"Take a seat, miss Stewart." He pointed in front of him. Bonnie nodded and sat down in front of him. He opened his mouth.
"I must say you're more dangerous than you let one think." He started, making Bonnie smirk.

"And after hours of thinking, I'm going to say yes to your proposal." Zion said and she did her best to act surprised. He didn't have a choice, really.
"However-" His deep voice reached her ears again.

"I will not masturbate into a cup. Nothing will guarantee me what you do with my semen." Bonnie gave him a look.
"What the heck would one do with your semen?"

"How would I know? I'm not crazy like you." He growled through gritted teeth.
"I forgot I was crazy." She rolled her eyes.

"Roll your eyes at me again." He said in a menacingly low tone. Bonnie's breath hitched and she refrained from doing what he said. So she just cleared her throat and straightened her back.

"So you agree to my proposal. For that, I've made a contract." She pulled it out of her purse.
"For fuck's sake, can this get any more ridiculous?" Zion asked himself as he reached out to take the damn paper. Bonnie ignored it.

She gave him time to read over the points and let her eyes roam around his office. It was the complete opposite of her, which really wasn't a surprise. His personality was also way different than hers. That's why he was perfect for the job. She'd never fall for him and he'd definitely never fall for her. He also doesn't want children and she wants as many as possible.

"Zion Asher Dawsey is obliged to help with the process of getting Bonnie Stewart pregnant and provide with semen after (in case of) failed attempt." He read out loud, pulling Bonnie out of her train of thoughts.

"Yes?" She blinked at him. Zion didn't exactly know what to say. All he knew was that he wanted all of this to be over as soon as possible.
"You better get pregnant at the first try." He simply growled before reading on.

"Alright, I'll tell my eggs." Bonnie rolled her eyes once again.
"What was that?" He asked, face hidden behind the paper.
"Nothing." Bonnie told him before silence surrounded them again.

"Zion Asher Dawsey is not to be bothered with any updates on the child nor does he have to worry about child support." He read out loud before throwing her a look.
"You really thought about everything, huh?" Zion asked her.

"I am prepared if that's what you mean." She answered and he placed the contract aside.
"Two years ago you told me you weren't ready. Do you think you're ready now? For fuck's sake, you're twenty-one. You're just now allowed to drink alcohol in the United States." He said.

"Don't even try to talk me out of this. I know what I want and you can see that by reading the papers. I am young, yes. But I'm ready to do a lot of things you might not even be ready for." Bonnie told him, causing his eyes to narrow at her again.

"What if I told you I had an STD?" He asked.
"Do you have an STD?" She asked and his silence plus his ticking jaw were answer enough.
"There. Can you just sign and then we start planning?" Bonnie sighed.

"Start planning?" He asked with a frown.
"Well, I told you my ovulation is in two days. So I need your semen-"
"I am not to deliver you my semen in a cup! Forget it." He growled.

"Well, how else?" She threw her hands in the air. Upon seeing her reaction, Zion wondered if she was a virgin. She did tell him she never even considered a man.
"How else could our bodily fluids be exchanged, I wonder." He said sarcastically.

Bonnie's eyes widened slightly and a second later he watched a blush creep up her cheeks. For some reason that sight of her caused his breath to hitch.
"You mean- you and I?" She dared not finish that question.

"Why, Stewart. You sound almost unsure." Zion teased, which made her glare up at him.
"I'm not unsure." She snapped.
"Afraid then?" He growled.

"Afraid? Of you? Please, Dawsey don't make me laugh." She narrowed her eyes at him.
"What is it then?" He asked.
"I just wasn't expecting it, that's all." She told him, making Zion smirk.

"You have done it before, right?" There she went again. Blushing like a schoolgirl.
"Jesus, Stewart. You planned on giving birth without having sex? I'm no woman, but that must fucking hurt." He frowned at the innocent in front of him.

"That's none of your problem." She crossed her arms over her chest.
"I don't normally deal with virgins. So don't expect me to be gentle or hold you afterwards." He snapped at her.

"You and gentle? Again, don't make me laugh." Bonnie snapped back before standing up.
"Do sign the contract and bring it with you tomorrow when you pick me up after work." She said as she made her way out.

"We're doing it at my place. I'm not going to give you any of my shirts. So pack an overnight backpack or something like that." He told her with a shake of his head.

Tomorrow was going to be interesting.

Author's note: What do you think? Would you sign? Should Zion sign the contract or get her back?

Xoxo