The Owner's Box

Chapter 24

Harlow POV

"How do I look? I look alright?" Saint asked, standing in front of the full-length mirror in my room.

Saint is wearing an olive-green suit with a cream-colored dress shirt, which complements my navy-blue suit perfectly. Her natural honey blonde curls are out, looking stunning with a fresh lineup. I took her earlier to get her hair cut, making sure she felt her best for tonight.

"You look absolutely stunning," I tell her as I walk up behind her, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"And I got these for you." I pull the box from my pocket and hand it to her.

"Oh wow. I can't take these." Saint tries to hand me back the box. Inside were a pair of silver classic cufflinks from Tiffany and Co.

I take the box and begin to put the cufflinks on Saint's cuffs. "It's no big deal, love. Just me thanking you for attending the event with me tonight." I peck her lips before putting on the other cufflink.

"Thank you." Saint looks up at me, and I brush her curls from her face. I lean down and kiss her lips again. This time she bites my bottom lip, holding it between her lips and sucking on it.

"Mm." I let out a soft moan before she slaps my ass, making me gasp. "Ouch." I pull back, pouting as Saint rubs the area she'd just slapped.

"Oh, stop it. You liked that shit." Saint says, slapping my ass again, and I begin to blush.

I really did like it. I've never been like this with anyone before. Saint really does break down my walls, and I'm grateful for her. She allows me to just be Harlow with her. I can be soft around her. I let her take the lead with me, and lately, I've been feeling submissive with her. It's new, but I like it.

There's something incredibly freeing about not having to be in control all the time, about surrendering to someone else. I've always had to take control and keep my guard up in many instances.

But the dynamic with Saint is so much different. She lets me be vulnerable, and I trust her with my heart and my body.

And that's why tonight, I'm introducing Saint to my family as my girlfriend.

As we walk out to the car, I can't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness. This is a big step for me, and I want everything to go perfectly.

The driver pulls up and Saint and I get into the car and get settled.

I look over and notice Saint playing with her thumbs, a nervous habit I've learned she does. I reach over and gently place my hand over hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"You're going to do great." I say, pulling her hands up and kissing her fingers. I can feel her hands relax a bit in mine.

"I know. I'm just anxious. The last time I met your mom, it didn't go the best." Saint says.

"I know, but I doubt she will be an issue tonight. Not at the charity event. Besides, I'll be there, and so will Peyton and Rai. You've got a whole support team," I reassure her, smiling.

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We pull up to the front of the venue, and the driver comes around to open the door for us.

"Ready?" I lean over and kiss Saint on the cheek. She looks out of the window in awe at the swarms of people.

There are photographers taking photos of people exiting the vehicles. All the who's who of the black affluent families are in attendance. It's almost like a race to see who has the most money and who can one-up each other.