The Owner's Box

Chapter 20

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Isabella Saint POV

"What's up, bruh-baes and future wifey?" Rai greets us with a smile as she walks into our cabana.

For a while, I wasn't really feeling Rai when we first met, but after so many outings and hangouts with her, I've realized she's actually fun to be around. She likes to joke around but genuinely, she's a good person.

Rai walks in and eyes Peyton in her bikini before making her way over to the cabana fridge and grabbing a drink.

"It's hotter than the devil's ball sack out here," Rai huffs as she lays back on the lounge chair next to Harlow and me.

"And you would know." Harlow looks over her shades at Rai before taking a sip of her own drink.

"My balls are hotter than the devil's right now. Might need to cool them off." Rai mugs Harlow before they both burst into laughter.

Peyton and I look between the two of them with amusement because, what balls?

"And look at you two matching and shit." Rai points towards Harlow and me.

We are both wearing pink swimming shorts with pineapples on them along with matching sports bras.

"Hoochie daddy shorts and shit," Rai continues.

"Shut the fuck up. You're jealous you don't have anyone to match with bruh." Harlow responds to Rai.

"Yeah, yeah. Anyways, let's have some fun. Want to dance, ma-ma?" Rai asks Peyton. She points to the other side of the pool where there is a DJ and a large crowd of people dancing.

"Sure, da-da," Peyton drags out as she gets up from her seat. Rai begins to smile, "Hell yeah," Rai exclaims before getting up.

"Oh, I'm going to dance with Saint. I thought you were just asking if I wanted to dance in general," Peyton says innocently to Rai as she grabs my hand, and Harlow begins to laugh at Rai.

"Oh wow," Rai mugs Peyton and sits back in the lounge chair.

"I'll be back," I say to Harlow before pecking her lips and grabbing Peyton's hand.

I feel the eyes of other patrons on us as we make our way to where people are dancing.

"Having fun?" Peyton asks as we walk towards the crowd.

"Yeah, it's going well. Why didn't you just dance with Rai?" I ask, raising my brows at her.

"Girl, I don't know. She be doing the most sometimes," Peyton says to me, and I begin to giggle. "Isabella," Peyton drags out. "Best friend, don't laugh," she tells me.

"Ok, ok, but for real, what's up with y'all?" I ask her. "Nothing's up. Rai's cool. She's fine for real. But she is a hoe," Peyton tells me.

"How did you figure that out?" I ask, and Peyton stops us from walking. "Look back." And sure enough, when I turn around, Rai is at the cabana and has already pulled a woman, massaging her shoulders as she lays back in her lounge chair.

Harlow, on the other hand, is laying back in her chair reading one of the books she brought with her. That's my girl. Better not be looking at no ass.

We make our way into the crowd and begin to dance. At one point, Peyton does what she usually does and turns around, throwing her ass back on me. And of course, I'm catching what she's throwing.

We dance for a while and get lost in the music until I just so happen to look up from Peyton and over to the cabana where we left Rai and Harlow. I immediately stop dancing. Peyton notices and stands up, turning to see why I stopped, then her gaze follows mine to the cabana.