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As he stepped into the shower, the steam rolling around him, his mind drifted back to Sevyn.

Sleeping just two doors down.

Chapter 13

The sharp ringing of her phone yanked Sevyn out of sleep. Groaning, she cracked her eyes open, only to squeeze them shut again as the morning sun poured through the large windows of Hassan’s guest bedroom. The silk sheets beneath her felt too good to leave, but the persistent buzzing forced her hand.

Reaching over, she grabbed her phone and saw Dorian’s name flashing on the screen. She sighed, already knowing what this call was about.

The moment she answered, Dorian’s voice came through the speaker at full volume, no regard for how early it was.

“Bitch, is that coochie still alive?!”

Sevyn let out a tired chuckle. “Good morning, Dori.”

“I bet it is a good morning. You got that ‘fucked every which way but loose’ morning voice.”

Sevyn rolled her eyes. “More like ‘slept in an amazing guest bed’ voice,” she shot back, brushing off the implication as Dorian chuckled on the other end of the line.

Sevyn rolled her eyes. “Like I told you, Hassan is just my client.” ShecouldpracticallyhearDorianrollinghersback.“Yeah,okay. You wake up at your other clients’ houses?”

Sevyn sighed, leaning back against the headboard. She knew how this looked. Hell, she knew how it was. Her and Hassan’s arrangement wasn’t just unconventional—it was toeing the line of unethical. Technically, if she wasn’t getting paid, it wouldn’t be a conflict. But she was.

And if anyone at the clinic found out she was handling therapy sessions off the books, at his house, instead of an office? That could get real messy.

But Hassan wouldn’t open up any other way.

And for reasons she wasn’t ready to unpack, she was willing to do whatever it took to get him to talk.

"Why are you up so early, anyway? I thought Roman would’ve worn your ass out." Sevyn joked, steering the conversation away from

Dorian’s nosiness.

"Oh, he did. Had to soak my girl this morning—the way he beat this pussy up." Dorian said bluntly, making Sevyn burst into laughter.

"You are so nasty." Sevyn shook her head, amused.

"And you love it. But anyway, Harper called me for a workout this morning. She said she tried hitting you up, but you didn’t answer. I didn’t wanna tell her it was ‘cause you were getting dick’d down by her cousin, so I said I’d call and let you know."

Sevyn rolled her eyes. "First of all, Harper gets up too damn early. That woman be up before the birds. And secondly—" she paused, deciding there was no point in arguing. "You know what? Never mind. I’m not about to keep explaining myself to you."

Dorian cackled. "Uh-huh. You and that little denial kink. Anyway, we meeting at the gym at nine, so don’t be late."

Sevyn glanced at the time—7:45 AM. She still had to go home and change.

"Fine. See y’all there." She hung up, sighing as she stretched out in the bed for a brief moment before grabbing her phone again.

Her breath hitched.

Her eyes nearly flew out of her sockets at the wire transfer notification staring back at her.

$10,000 deposited into your account from Gaines Inc.

Ten bands. For one session.

She’d never been paid this much before. Not even close. It wasn’t just excessive—it felt wrong. Even coming from a man like Hassan.

Heart racing, she quickly jumped out of bed, glancing down at the oversized black T-shirt and basketball shorts he’d given her to sleep in. The fabric swallowed her frame completely, making her chuckle despite herself.

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