The Owner's Box

Chapter 10

💋💋

Isabella Saint POV

Waking up to the smell of fresh expresso is like heaven. I take a deep breath in both appreciation and annoyance. There's only one person that has a key to my house so there's only one person that could be on my kitchen this early in the morning.

"Peyton," I groan under my breath, sinking deeper into my bedsheets.

My mind shifts to last night with Harlow. Last night was unexpected. As fuck. She literally sucked the soul out of my body. Not just a lil bit. She sucked my entire soul out. She ain't leave not one crumb in me the way she cleaned me up with her tongue after I nut all on her face. Mm.

That was the quickest orgasm of my entire life. Never in my entire life have I had sex with someone who just takes control the way Harlow did.

I reach down and realize how wet I am just by the thought of her. This is insane.

"Waky waky baby." Peyton comes into my room placing the caramel macchiato that she's made for me on the side table.

She then climbs onto the bed, removes the sheets from me, and straddles me before pulling the covers back over the both of us. I wrap my hands around her waist, pulling her down to me.

"So, lil fast ass, you had fun last night?" Peyton asks as she sits back up on top of me. I pull the pillow my head is resting on over my face.

Peyton tries to grab the pillow from my face, and when that didn't work, she starts to tickle me.

"Yo, chill." I laugh out, turning on my side and causing Peyton to fall beside me on the bed. "Ok, ok come on best friend. Tell me. How was it?" Peyton asks, her eyes full of amusement.

"I mean, it was alright. It was cool, I guess," I trail off, looking up at the ceiling.

"Why are you lying to yourself right now, Isabella? You finally get some after how many months, and it was just straight. The way you came back with your shirt ripped and shit I just know she had yo ass laid out."

Peyton's face becomes serious as she continues, "Listen, if that tall stallion of a woman didn't give my best friend her nut, then I volunteer as tribute to eat your pussy until you can't take it no mo'." Peyton finishes.

I stare at her blankly for a few moments, furrowing my brows. Peyton pushes me down on my back and straddles me again. "Come on best friend let me make you feel good." Peyton says moving her hands to the band of my briefs biting her bottom lip.

"Man move." I pop her arm and Peyton rolls over laughing.

"So, you ain't gone let me eat it cuz I—." Peyton starts, and I cut her off. "Peyton be for real right now." I mug her before grabbing the macchiato off the table. She laughs while grabbing her own coffee.

Peyton and I have never had a sexual relationship. There was this one time when we first started hanging out, and we went out one night. We kissed, and luckily passed out drunk before anything could get to sex.

We quickly realized the next morning that we were better off as just friends.

So that's what we've been: best friends. There are times when we flirt, hold hands, and we're both big on cuddling, but other than that, we're strictly platonic.

Although people will see us out and assume she's my girl, we're not. She's just my fine-ass best friend.

We are soulmates for real. Just not destined to be together.

"I was trying to be serious." Peyton giggles. "Okay, okay," I tell her, and she gets this silly smile on her face.

"She thoroughly sucked my soul outta me." I mumble to Peyton while taking a sip of my coffee.