The Owner's Box

Chapter 19

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Isabella Saint POV

"Oh fuck." I groan reaching over to turn my alarm off. I stretch before trying to roll out of bed, but a tattooed hand reaches around and pulls me back. I smile to myself before laying back down and getting comfortable under the sheets with her.

I feel myself beginning to doze off again before I'm taken out of my sleep by Harlow's hands going down and in between my legs as she makes her way to my clit.

"Mm." I let out a sleepy moan as Harlow kisses my neck. We stay like this for a few minutes as soft low moans leave my lips.

Harlow wraps her other hand under me pulling me back closer to her before her hands begin to massage my breast and at the same time she enters me with two fingers.

"Mhm." My eyes flutter shut as Harlow's picks up her pace. My stomach tightens and I feel myself getting closer. The fuck do I keep coming to fast with her?

"I bet you sound so good right now." Harlow whispers in my ear, letting me know she can't hear me.

"Ah fuck. I'ma cum." I lean my head back so I can see her face. We make eye contact for a brief moment before I feel myself clench around her fingers. My eyes close again and my breathing intensifies.

"Fuck. You want to cum for me?" Harlow asks and I nod my head. "Cum for me Saint. Cum for me baby."

I bite my lip and look into gorgeous eye this time not breaking eye contact with Harlow. My brows furrow and I go over the ledge with her words.

I could wake up to this every morning. I love how she talks me into my nut. I could probably cum by just the sound of her voice for real.

I bury my head into my pillow as Harlow moves her fingers in and out of me until my body calms down.

Harlow grabs my hand and signs into my palm, "Good morning." Then she kisses my neck again.

We lay there for a few minutes while I try to come back down to earth and regulate my breathing. Before either of us can get up, there's a knock at the front door. At the same time, Harlow's phone begins to light up and vibrate.

Harlow picks up her phone and groans when she sees who is calling her.

"Go shower. I'll get the door," Harlow signs to me before going to the bathroom to wash her hands. I wonder who she has coming over this early.

I get out of bed and go to take a shower. Once I get out, I brush my teeth before making my way into the bedroom to get dressed.

I settle on a pair of black Tokyo pants and a black and white graphic t-shirt. I need to take some of my clothes home because I'm starting to accumulate too many clothes over here. Can't have Harlow thinking I'm just moving in on her, not that she's complained or said anything.

By the time I finish getting dressed, Harlow still hasn't made her way back into the room and my curiosity starts to get the better of me. I decide to leave the room. I mean, I'm not a secret, right? This shouldn't be a big deal.

As I near the kitchen, I hear Harlow and a woman's voice in what sounds like an argument. When I turn the corner into the kitchen, both of them immediately stop arguing and turn to me.

I smile at the older woman that Harlow is in an argument with.

She's a beautiful woman with flawless skin, expensive clothing, and ugly, expensive jewelry. She looks like she spit Harlow out. The older woman is the beautiful to Harlow's handsome.