Days With Zion Dawsey

1. Prologue

Zion panted as sweat was dripping down his face. His hair was damp and he had to continuously swipe some strands away from his eyes.

Flower duet, the famous opera song was blasting through his earbuds. He loved opera music, especially this one. He felt like he could conquer anything, every time he listened to the song. And he actually did.

Still the wealthiest CEO in Silverthorne with another project in coming. He was enjoying the blossom of his career. Finally, now that he had only work to focus on. And a certain competitor of his was busy nurturing a child.

Zion cringed slightly when his phone rung, disturbing his peaceful morning run. He fished it out of his pockets and frowned once he read the caller's name. Because of the rarity of his mother calling him instead of sending a letter, he stopped running and picked up the phone.

"Mother? Are you okay?" He asked her before she could even greet him.
"Zion Asher Dawsey! Come home this instant!" Sheryl Dawsey ordered her son, who frowned.

"Wait, what? Why?" He asked her with a racing heart.
"You'll see. Be quick, I'm waiting. Drive carefully." She said and a second later all he heard was a beeping sound, telling him she hung up on him.

Strange, Zion though as he shook his head, turned around and hurried home. His mother never called him, she hated calling him. She even told him before that she found it too complicated and impersonal. So for her to call him, especially this early in the morning meant something.

Besides that, she was angry. Her voice sounded upset and he had no idea why. He hasn't done anything to cause that and if someone else managed to arise anger out of his mother, he needed to be there quickly and kill that bastard.

When he finally arrived at home, fifteen minutes later, he took a quick shower and made his way to his mother's house a little further downtown. His stomach was growling because he hasn't had his breakfast yet. But he ignored that.

"Mother?" Zion knocked after eventually reaching her house. He was impatiently pounding against the door. Once Margarine, her head maid opened the door, he stepped inside.

Margarine knew better than to be shocked or bewildered by his rude appearance. He has always been like that, not treating the maids like one of his. He was so far away from his mother's good personality, Margarine still couldn't believe he was her son. Even after many years of service.

"Where is she?" Zion asked, looking around with a small frown placed on his face.
"In the parlour, Sir." Margarine didn't even bother leading the way, seeing the man was already turning away from her. No answer, not even a nod. Margarine rolled her eyes and left for the kitchen.

Zion felt relieved when he saw his mother, seated in a chair by the window in her parlour, seemingly unharmed. The walls were still covered in fancy turquoise wallpaper and some of his baby pictures grazed them. When Zion halted just a few meters away from his mother, she finally turned her head to look at him. Her eyes looked bothered and her face was not grazed by the beautiful smile she usually wore.

"Mother, is everything alright?" He asked her as she slowly arose from her chair.
"No. Nothing is alright." His mother answered, Zion was confused by her weird and untypical behaviour and decided to simply listen.

"I have supported you in every way possible. I never got mad at you. I never shouted at you!" His mother shouted as she took slow but determined steps towards her son. Zion frowned even deeper as he felt the sudden urge to gulp.

"I never even yelled at you when you suddenly decided that it was better to not see each other as often, no matter how ridiculous it was. But you are my son and I figured it would make you happy to just let you have your way. I know I was stupid to think, no, to hope that in a twisted way you would learn to trust me by distancing yourself from me and seeing that I supported you, even though it breaks my heart every day!" She was in front of him now and Zion still had no idea what exactly she meant. Although he did finally gulp at the end of her sentence.

"Mother, what-"
"No, Zion Asher Dawsey! I am talking and you are listening. Sit down." She pointed at the chair she just occupied and Zion didn't waste a second before doing as he was told. Satisfied, Sheryl Dawsey took a deep breath and straightened her designer skirt a little. Then she gazed down at her son, though they were more like eye to eye now that Zion was seated.

"As I said, I have always supported you in the hope that you would trust me again one day. that you would one day stand the thought of being in the same room as me for more than a few hours. Maybe I was hoping it would go back to how it was." Sheryl zoned out for a second as she lost herself in her son's eyes. He had the eyes of his father, so beautiful yet powerful and demanding. She shook it off.

"But that was over a decade ago. And I learned to accept it, knowing you would never be the same again." She said before turning to get a hold of the newspapers from the coffee table in front of Zion. His heart dropped as soon as he got a glimpse of the front page. Of course, he thought as his flat hands balled into fists.

"But this, Zion. This, I cannot and will not accept." She showed him the cover of the day's papers. His jaw clenched, his eyebrow twitched and his eyes narrowed.

On the front page was a picture of Ebony Stewart. Ebony Stewart and her five month old son. The heading: RiverTech in baby fever. Bonnie Stewart's return with her son, not even half a year later.

"Remind you of someone?" His mother's eyes narrowed.

The baby did remind Zion of someone. Of himself. Same set of dark black curls grazed the boy's head. Same nose, same lips. But especially, the eyes. The same malachite green eyes that he inherited from his father. And that his father inherited from his and so on. That kid was like a damn republica of Zion. It was undeniable, he knew. Yet, he also knew no one should know.

"No." He said, one of the first words he had spoken that morning. And his mother did not like that. Not at all, he noted as he ducked right before the suddenly rolled up newspapers came flying towards him.

A/N: Finally! I know.

This is the first official chapter of Days with Zion Dawsey. The next chapters will be uploaded in about 4 hours from now. I'm at work and planned to do that during my half hour break, but unfortunately the wifi in here is weak af. So uploading one chapter is taking me minutes. I put up this one anyways, so you can put this book in your library and your reading lists and be updated when the chapters are finally up.

Once again, thank you all for the patience and the support. I can't wait to show you the rest.

Xoxo, Devilsmom.