The Owner's Box

Chapter 27

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Isabella Saint POV

"So, you still haven't spoken to her?" Peyton asks as she pulls the honey blonde wig onto my head.

"Nah. Not since the other morning after the bar shit." I told her sighing.

I look into the mirror at myself. "I think I might grow my natural hair out. What you think twin?" I asked Peyton.

"Ouu bitch you look good as fuck. You sure you wouldn't want to be a fem?" Peyton asks, looking at me through the mirror. I begin to blush a little.

"Peyton be fucking for real. I said grow my hair out more not be a fem." I tell her and she begins to chuckle.

"I'm just saying." Peyton says.

My phone vibrates and I see a text from Harlow pop up on my screen.

"I'm just saying." Peyton repeats, shrugging as she fiddles with her own hair.

"You just saying shit." I mumble, rolling my eyes at her before focusing on my phone.

"She says she's coming back to town tonight. So, I guess I'll talk to her at some point when she gets back. For real this time." I sigh.

"What do you plan to do? What's the approach?" Peyton asks.

"I just really don't know what to do. Like I wanted to talk to her that night after we got back to her place, but my drunk ass went to sleep. Then when I woke up the next morning, she was packing a bag to go back to Atlanta to finish whatever business she had." I tell Peyton.

"And how did that make you feel?" She asks.

"So, you the therapist now?" I look up from my phone rolling my eyes at her.

"Anyways, I don't know. On the one hand feel like I should be upset with her about everything but on the other hand she can't control her mama being a wacked out bitch or her ex being delusional as fuck. But like damn can you at least take up for me Harlow just like a lil bit?" I say sitting back in the chair.

"I feel that. Y'all just gotta talk it out. Maybe you'll see her tomorrow." Peyton says as she begins to work on my eyebrows and then my makeup.

"You right." I respond.

"I know I'm right. Now sit still while I finish the brows." Peyton says leaning my head back. I relax my face and sit quietly while Peyton does my brows.

After a few minutes she pulls away from my face and I lean up looking into the mirror.

"Alright best got me looking fine and shit. Swear I'd fuck me." I said before winking at myself in the mirror.

"You really just full of shit." Peyton laughs out.

"Umhm anyways what's up with you and Rai? What's the update on that because y'all be sneaking lately." I smirk at her.

"Nooo stop best. Stop it. We just cool for real. Ain't nothing happening with that." Peyton says as she begins to blush.

"She fine though ain't she?" I ask Peyton just to see how she would respond.

"Hell yea she fi-." Peyton stops herself and I start laughing as I stand up from the chair.

"See thats why I can't stand your lil ugly ass." Peyton huffs walking away.

"Girl don't do that. Anyways be ready in 20." I yell out to her before she could reach the door. She flips me off and continues walking.

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