The Owner's Box

Chapter 18

Harlow POV

"Bruh stop eating all my damn fries." Saint pops my hand for the hundredth time as we sat in my kitchen eating. We'd stopped at a drive through wing spot on the way to my house.

"Come on they didn't give me as much as you. I ate all of mine." I smile at her.

"See you gonna have a big back, always tryna eat my food. You lucky you cute." Saint says pushing her plate towards me.

"No, I don't even want it anymore. Calling me big back is crazy while you had an extra-large everything and I only had a medium." I tell her standing up from the barstool.

Saint laughs as she closes her plate and stands from her own stool.

"Close your eyes really quick." Saint tells me. "Huh?" I ask. "Huh. Close your damn eyes." Saint mocks me smiling. I roll my eyes at her, but I listen and close them.

Saint begins moving around and I hear a zipper before she lets out a deep sigh of what sounds like relief.

"Ok. You good. You can open your eyes now." Saint chuckles.

When I open my eyes, I see that she's taken off the pink wig and now has her honey blonde natural curls out. She takes her brush and begins brushing at her lineup while reaching in her bag and grabbing makeup remover wipes.

"Really? Got me closing my eyes for what?" I ask chuckling a little.

"It's weird taking that joint off in front of people. Especially you." Saint responds.

"Can I ask you something?" I ask, grabbing our containers and placing them in the fridge.

"Yea, what's up?" Saint asks. "Why is it that when you leave the club, you're always wearing your wigs?" Saint bursts into laughter at my question.

"What? You don't like my hair or something?" Saint puts the brush down and begins using the makeup wipes.

"Don't be ridiculous. You could leave there with a shaved head and I'd still be down bad for you." Her face turns red at my admission.

"Yea alright. Anyways, I don't know I guess to kind of keep my identity hidden. I know it's a very slim chance, but I guess I wear the wigs to attempt at hiding my identity from people I might know. I don't want anyone seeing me leave out of the back door or coming in. So, I usually do the hair and makeup before I leave home. And until after I'm in my car when I leave." Saint explains to me.

"Cool cool understood." I tell her. "Does it bother you?" Saint questions. "No no not at all. I was just curious is all." I pull her to me pecking her lips and placing my hands on her waist.

"I need to take a shower." Saint backs out of my embrace grabbing her brush again. "Can I join?" I ask flirtatiously.

"Nope. Maybe next time." She says and I groan. "Come on let's get you situated." I grab her bookbag and her hand before guiding her into my bedroom.

An hour later we're both freshly showered laying in my bed watching a movie, Saint laying her head on top of my stomach while I play in her hair.

I was focused on the movie until Saint's hands went under my shirt and she reaches my nipples. She draws light patterns around them making them with her fingers making them perky. My breathing intensifies as she pushes my shirt up and begins to leave kisses on my stomach. My muscles twitch as she does this.

Saint comes up and kisses me soft and slow. I feel tingles as her hands reach my waistband and she pulls my boxers down her mouth following suit as she goes lower. She leaves kisses down my jaw to my nipples.