The Owner's Box

Chapter 4

Harlow POV

"...So, like I said play along you're the owner. You're allowing her to come out to eat with me. You are not going to fire her. Got it?" I look over at Rai, who I had called up to the owners box.

"And if I don't allow it?" Rai started.

 "Rai, you're not the owner in real life fool I am. Now be a friend and play along." I deadpanned. "Fine, fine whatever." Rai looks off to the dressing room door as it opens.

"Damn, she fine." Rai mumbles under her breath. "You sure you can handle—" Before she could finish, I elbow her in the side as Emerald approaches. 

When Emerald, I mean Isabella reenters the room, she is wearing an adidas tracksuit.

I really thought she would be coming back in a short skirt and heels. This kind of surprises me. She's still wearing the platinum wig though. It's like a blend of masculine with a hint of feminine qualities and honestly its sexy as hell. 

I definitely don't think I expected this look. It's fine though, who wants to wear platform heels all night dancing to leave and continue wearing heels. I respect her for the outfit choice. She beautiful for real.

"So, Isabella this is Rai, one of the owners and a good friend. Rai, Bella." I make their introductions. "Yes, Bella, I haven't had the pleasure to meet you, but I've heard great, great things. Harlow tells me she wants to take you out to grab a bite. Is that right?" Rai asks.

 "Umm yes, but I told her that it's against the rules." Isabella responds. "No, no its fine. I trust Harlow will be respectful. She's been a friend since we were in diapers. You both have a great night." With that Rai leaves the room to continue her night.

I'm going to owe Rai for this one. She knows I don't usually do things like this. I know it's the only reason she agreed to play along. 

"So, we ready for a night out on the town?" I ask Isabella, moving closer to grab her duffle bag. "Yep, I'm ready to go out to eat and go straight home." Isabella says while handing me her duffle bag.

"Yes, that. We will get some grub and I'll get you home right away. Alright this way." I mumble while leading her to the back exit to my truck, an all black Chevrolet Tahoe RST.

We walk out the back corridor and I open the passenger door for Isabella. "Nice truck." Isabella casually states as she gets into the passenger seat. "Appreciate it." I toss the duffle bag in the back seat and then hop in the drivers side.

"So where are we headed?" Isabella asks putting on her seatbelt. "Umm, its a surprise. We will be there in a few minutes." I say driving off.

Ten minutes later we pull up to my house for when I'm in the city. A penthouse in the middle of everything. I haven't been here in a month, but I had my brother's assistant come over to clean and restock everything for my return to Miami. Everything should be in good standing.

"Wait hold up. I thought we were going to a restaurant. You brought me to your house? I'm not some hoe just because I dance doesn't mean I'm down to just fuck you," Isabella stated as I pulled into the private parking garage. 

"Bella, calm down it's not like that—." "What do you mean it's not like that? Let me out. I'm going home." She reaches for the door.

"Isabella!" My voice gets a little high pitched.  "The fuck you raising your voice at?" She looks over at me.

 "I'm sorry but Isabella listen... I just wanted to cook for you. This is my house. Well not all of it I own a penthouse here. I'm not trying to fuck you I swear. I just want to get to know you. I do respect you. I wouldn't come at you like that."