The Owner's Box

Chapter 17

Harlow POV

"Harlow." Saint says nudging my head away from her neck.

"Hm." I respond as I continue leaving kisses and light bites on her neck as we lay in her bed the next evening.

"No marks, bae. I have to work tonight," she mentions, referring to The Owner's Box. She's still dancing, which is making things a bit complicated. During the day, she's been learning about my various business interests, and at night, she's been dancing.

It's complicated because, on one hand, she's my mentee, and my girl even if we haven't made it official, and technically, she dances at the club. However, she still doesn't know that I own the club she's currently dancing at.

It's a pretty fucked up situation, and I know I need to tell her that I'm the owner. But I haven't been able to figure out how to tell her yet.

Since we've been getting to know each other, on nights that she dances, I don't go to the club. And if it's absolutely necessary that I have to be there, I bury myself with work in my office.

"Fine." I roll over to my side away from Saint. Grabbing one of my many books from Saint's bedside table, I begin to read.

It's quiet for a few minutes before Saint reaches around and turns me back over. I pout at her.

"Don't be like that." Saint smiles down at me, pecking my lips. I don't kiss her back.

"Bae. Stop it. Kiss me back," Saint says softly while grabbing my neck and squeezing it a little aggressively before leaning down to kiss me again.

This time I kiss her back slowly before going in to suck on her tongue getting a small moan out of her.

"You're nasty." Saint says chuckling as she pulls back. I pull her back down to me and we begin to kiss again, and things start to heat up, until my phone rings.

I pull away and glance down at the phone and see that it's my mother calling. The phone goes to voicemail, and she calls back immediately. I huff before answering.

"Yes mom?" I ask as I notice Saint going down placing kisses on my stomach. She's giving me butterflies in my stomach.

"Harlow, dear, where are you? We were supposed to be meeting for dinner. Are you still coming?" my mother asks me.

"Yes, it's still early, isn't it?" I ask.

"Harlow, you're late. What has been going on with you lately? You've been distracted," my mother says, and I look down at my watch.

"Shit." I squeeze my eyes shut at the realization that I am indeed late. "Give me a few, I'm on my way, Mom." I push Saint away and begin to get up from the bed. "See you soon," I state before quickly hanging up and rushing to put a shirt on.

"What's wrong?" Saint frowns at me, sitting up on the bed.

"Nothing. I'm just late meeting my mother. I totally forgot about it." I button the last button on my shirt.

"Oh. Well. Can I see you tonight when I get off?" Saint asks, standing up from the bed.

"Yeah, my place?" I ask her, picking up my keys and walking toward the door.

"Okay." Saint places her hands around my neck, pulling me down to kiss her. After a few minutes, we finally pull apart, and I rush out to meet my mother.

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I met my mother at Charlie's, a tea shop near the boulevard.

"Hi mommy." I tell her when I reach her table. Leaning down I kiss her cheek before taking my seat across from her.