Zion’s POV
“You’re going to have to go to Laurel school, show them you’re more than a womanizer who divorced his wife.” My mother said, standing behind me in the kitchen of my house.
She had arrived a few minutes ago to hear Dean and I talking about it and she had been repeating the words since.
Dean smiled with a shrug as I looked to him for support, and I groaned with a roll of my eyes.
“That’s not a solution. Don’t you think going there is like me using the kiss?” I asked, raising my brows as if to tell her that she hadn’t thought of that. “I would be taking advantage of them.” I said.
My mother scoffed with a shake of his head, and then she said. “Well, isn’t that funny, seeing you worrying about using those innocent kids when you didn’t worry about Camila who you had used all t
