Zion grabbed her elbow, stopping Bonnie in her tracks. She almost reached the door, but then turned around to glare up at Zion.

"Let me go." She growled but stopped when his grip on her softened. And so did his face.
"I'm sorry I pushed you." He said, sounding genuine. Bonnie blinked in surprise again before nodding.

"I'm sorry I pushed you too." She responded, making Zion nod and loosen his grip completely.
"But this strong wish of having a romantic relationship with me has to stop." She joked. But Zion took it seriously.

"I don't like you! For fuck's sake, Ebony. In what world do you live in?!" He clenched his fists.
"You don't like me at all?" She raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest. Zion glanced down at her movement, which caused her breasts to get pushed together. Oh shit.

"No." He rasped out, feeling his pants tighten upon seeing images of her naked in his bed again.
"My eyes are up here." She said, wearing a knowing smile. Which teased him to the core, she knew. Zion licked his lips as his eyes wandered upwards to her neck. He suddenly wanted it covered with hickeys. What the fuck? How old was he? Thirteen?

And then he looked at her lips. Her full fucking lips. They were covered in lipstick, but he did not give one shit. He wanted to taste them. He had to.

So in a heartbeat, his hand shot up and cupped the back of her neck gently. He pulled her towards him and used his other hand to settle on her waist. Bonnie gasped and placed her hands on his chest.

"I-" The rest of Bonnie's words were cut off as soon as his lips covered hers. She embraced his hungry kiss with one of her own and couldn't help but grip his suit jacket tight in the process, pulling him closer. Oh God, she was kissing Zion Dawsey and it was not for the deal.

He started nibbling at her bottom lip and she just about melted. How in the world did this happen? They were making out in a room in Lord Asher's residence. Talk about an evening.

But they took it even further when Zion led them towards the table with the chairs again. He sat down on one chair without breaking the kiss, and pulled her onto his lap. Bonnie straddled him and cradled his face in her hands.

She missed his hands but soon felt them on her bare thighs. Her knees closed around his lap involuntarily, making him smirk against her lips. That sexy bastard.

And then she felt him push her dress up her thighs, exposing her skin to him. He grabbed her behind and pulled her even closer. And then she heard the unmistakable sound of him undoing his belt. Her eyes opened and she pulled away.

"Zion." She moaned when his mouth travelled to her neck. She almost forgot about their situation again. But his hands kept travelling to dangerous regions. She stopped them by gripping both of them. Zion shifted underneath her, getting impatient.

And then she stood up, making him frown and realize she was calling it quits. Now? Really?
"What happened?" He asked perplexed, standing up and buckling his belt again. Was he just totally gone or did they really make out and she just fucking stood up as if nothing happened?

"I'm right. That happened." Bonnie tried it this way as she finally opened the door and stepped back into the hallway. She rushed to get back to the actual event and find Jason. She wanted to go. It felt like hours since she saw Jason.

"Hold on." Zion was already walking by her side and grabbing her elbow again. Only a few more steps and she would've made it, Bonnie thought before reluctantly meeting his eyes.
"I meant what happened with you? Why did you stop?" He was confused. Did he do something wrong?

"We can't do it in a damn room in the Lord's residence, for heaven's sake. Are you insane?" She really didn't want to tell him about her period. There are things you shouldn't share with others. This was one of them.

"Then why did we kiss in the first place if you didn't want to fuck?" His face turned angry once again. Bonnie just rolled her eyes and pushed his hand off her.
"You started it, don't turn this on me." She snapped at him.

"And you didn't stop me. In fact, you sat on my lap, let-" A sudden flash and the sound of a camera stopped Zion's words. He turned to his right and saw the same photographer that kept taking pictures of him throughout the evening. Zion had enough of this man!

"Go away!" He roared and the photographer gulped in fear but didn't move. Some people were starting to gather at the very start of the hallway and Bonnie panicked. She was not supposed to be seen with him.

"Are you deaf? Leave me the fuck alone!" When Zion took a step towards the man, he finally scurried away like the little coward he was. And Zion could finally continue what he was saying. But when he looked down at Bonnie, she wasn't looking at him. She was looking at the handful of people his shouting attracted.

"Just keep walking and stop looking like a dear caught in the headlights." He hissed at her before walking towards the people who stopped gawking now and only indiscreetly watched the pair walk out of the hallway and back into civilization.

"This is not over." Zion warned her when they were about to split up. Bonnie swirled around to look at him.

"Yes it is. Do yourself a favour and read the contract again. This is nothing but business. No romantic relationship. It said you are to provide me with your semen, nothing more. No breakfast, no conversations and especially no random make out sessions in the Lord's residence." She hissed into his ear before sending Zion one last glare.

Then she walked off, leaving Zion standing in disbelief and anger.

Author's note: Thoughts? Was she being too harsh?

Xoxo