The Owner's Box

Chapter 28

Harlow POV

I knew Saint was working tonight, so I texted her and told her that I was coming back to the city. She thought we wouldn't be meeting up until tomorrow, but I decided I would stop by the club to pick her up.

We really need to talk, but tonight I just really wanted to see her. Real bad.

I'm starting to hate leaving her and being away from her. It's never really been like this before for me, though. Usually, I just leave and not give a second thought about partners, but with Saint, this shit hits different.

Coming up here tonight, though, this shit was a huge fucking mistake. I walked in and saw her dancing. Which I'd seen a million times before, but tonight she was dancing on some fucking stud.

And I am fucking livid. She looked so into it. Usually, I watch her, and she does her thing, and she really does be looking good as fuck.

But tonight, I watched her smile at the stud and bounce her ass on this fucking bitch. She danced in a way that I feel like I'd never seen before.

I am pissed the fuck off.

Saint didn't notice me until after she'd made it back to the main stage.

I stood there, fingers clenched into fists as we made eye contact.

I could tell that she wasn't expecting me. Is this how she usually dances when she thinks I'm not around? When she thinks I'm not here watching?

I know I caught her off guard because she almost paused for a moment in her routine. I just stand in one place watching until she begins to walk off stage.

The crowd is going crazy, and money is being thrown from every direction onto the stage.

I look back over to the stud in VIP, and I watch her friends give her high fives. I shake my head and turn to go backstage.

"What in the entire fuck was that out there?" I ask Saint as soon as I get to the back, and we are in close proximity.

"What are you going on about? And what are you doing here?" Saint asks in an almost nonchalant tone.

"Why were you dancing on her like that?" I whisper-yell, tilting my head to the side. I feel my eye twitch a little.

"You mean doing my job? The one I get paid to do?" Saint asks, looking up at me with an amused look on her face.

I look away from Saint, taking a breath before running my hand over my face. I then take a look around the backstage area. When I do, I notice we've gathered the attention of some of the dancers and club crew.

"Come with me." I say to her, but before I can walk off, she grabs my arm, and I turn to look at her.

"I can't do that, Harlow. I am literally working right now." she tells me, the amusement no longer on her face.

"And I don't give a fuck. You're done dancing tonight." I tell her, and she looks a bit taken aback.

Just then, one of the managers, Amelia, walks up.

"Harlow, how are you tonight?" Amelia asks, and I look at her with a slight smile. "Doing well." I nod my head at her.

"Emerald, you're being requested for a private room." Amelia says, turning her attention from me to Saint.

"Request made by who?" I ask, looking at Amelia.

"The request is from one woman. The one that's in VIP in the throne chair." Amelia says, looking at me and smiling, probably thinking about the club's cut.