The Owner's Box

Chapter 11

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Isabella Saint POV

At 7:30 on the dot Harlow pulls up. I've noticed that she seems punctual about a lot of things. Always showing up on time. Hair always on point. Always dressed like she's going to or from a business meeting. And tonight, she doesn't disappoint.

Harlow steps out of her car, wearing grey dress pants paired with a black short-sleeved button-down that's got a few of the buttons undone. Her titties trying to play peak-a-boo with me. Her tattooed arms look so good in that shirt. The fuck.

Harlow's smile is wide as greets Peyton, opening the back door for her. "Thanks," Peyton acknowledges, and Harlow nods in response, "You're welcome."

Harlow then opens the front passenger door before turning to me. "I can open my own door, bruh," I deadpan. "Are we back to that... to 'bruh'?" Harlow asks, her facial expression shifting to a questioning one with an amused smirk playing on her lips.

"That's all it's been," I tell her with a hint of attitude in my voice. Harlow's expression immediately shifts as I speak, her face dropping as she simply stares at me in response. Her jaw flexes.

That jaw flex though. Maybe that's why I always have an attitude with her. Just to see her reaction. Because although I know she just got pissed off at me she is turning me on for real. Welp.

"Are we good to go?" Peyton calls from the backseat, unaware of the exchange between Harlow and me.

"Almost," I call back to Peyton, tearing my eyes away from Harlow's intense stare.

Harlow shook her head, snapping out of her thoughts, and quietly responded, "Yes," before heading to the driver's seat and getting in. Her initial happiness seemed to have faded by then.

I don't know why I'm sitting here playing myself. Harlow didn't even do anything for me to respond to her like that. I get in the car and let out a deep breath.

The atmosphere in the car feels tense as Harlow settles into the driver's seat and starts to drive. She drives with her right hand on the wheel while leaning toward the window, appearing to be lost in her own thoughts.

I exchange a glance with Peyton through the rearview mirror, silently acknowledging the shift thats happened.

A while into the drive Peyton must have realized that neither Harlow nor I was about to say anything, so she begins, "So, Harlow?" dragging out the words.

"Yes?" Harlow glances into the rearview mirror looking at Peyton.

"Where are you taking me and my best friend tonight? What's on the agenda?" Peyton asks, leaning forward.

"We're going to Duck the Cluck." Before Harlow could finish Peyton squeals out clapping her hands making Harlow laugh. "You've heard of it?" Harlow asks seemingly becoming more relaxed as she speaks to Peyton.

"Yeah, I've heard it's the new premier spot in Orlando. I haven't been, though. It doesn't seem like my typical crowd, if you know what I mean," Peyton remarks.

"What do you mean by that? Not your typical crowd??" Harlow asks sounding interested in what Peyton had to say.

"Well, I know it's supposed to be an adult playground with bowling, bumper cars, pool, bars, and indoor skydiving, along with arcade games and shit right. But have you seen their social media? It just seems like a place for uppity bitches. " Peyton explains.

Harlow glances over at me when I began to laugh at Peyton's description of Duck the Cluck as uppity because their advertisements for the place doesn't show a single Black soul.