Page 81 of I See You

“Umm… is Hassan here?” she asked, voice smooth despite the nerves creeping in.

The man closest to her—one of Hassan’s head security—tiltedhis chin, looking her up and down. His expression didn’t change, his stance unreadable. “He’s in a meeting,” he said flatly.

Sevyn’s fingers curled around the fabric of Hassan’s jacket, but her expression remained composed. “I just came to drop something off. He knows I’m here.” It was a lie, but she delivered it with effortless confidence.

The man’s gaze lingered, his eyes flicking from her face down to her body in silent admiration before he spoke again. “What’s your name?”

She swallowed, but didn’t let it show. “Sevyn. Sevyn Love.”

A slow nod. Then, after a beat, he stepped aside, clearing a path toward the stairs.

“He’s in his office.”

Sevyn exhaled, steadying herself before making her way up. She didn’t know what she would walk into, but she knew one thing for sure.

She wasn’t leaving without facing him.

Sevyn released a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding as she ascended the stairs to Hassan’s office. Reaching the door, she took a deep inhale, steadying herself before walking in—forgetting to knock.

What she saw made her pause, though her face remained unreadable.

Hassan, head slightly tilted back, his expression impassive, while the obscene sounds of sloppy head filled the room. His cold blue eyes lifted, locking onto hers, but he didn’t stop. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t look the least bit apologetic.

And Sevyn? She didn’t react either.

Without a word, she stepped fully inside and calmly shut the door behind her, watching the flicker of surprise in his gaze. The woman on her knees turned, finally noticing the intruder, her eyes meeting Sevyn’s in shock. Sevyn simply smiled and gave her a small, taunting wave.

The woman scrambled up so fast, she nearly stumbled. “What the fuck?!” she shrieked, eyes darting between Hassan and Sevyn.

Hassan, still silent, adjusted his pants with unbothered ease, his gaze never leaving Sevyn’s. She met his stare, her expression cool, composed.

“Who the fuck is this, Hassan?” the woman demanded, voice shrill with misplaced entitlement.

Hassan finally looked at her, his gaze turning sharp, lethal. “None of your fucking business. Now go, Nova.” His voice was cold, controlled, final.

Nova hesitated, her eyes flickering back to Sevyn, who stood patiently, still unfazed. There was no jealousy in her stance, no anger—just quiet amusement as she waited for Nova to leave so she could speak with Hassan privately.

But Nova, desperate for some form of validation, refused to go quietly. “So you kicking me out for this bitch? She your woman or something?” she spat, her tone dripping with jealousy.

Sevyn chuckled, the sound low and amused, but Hassan’s gaze darkened. If looks could kill, Nova would’ve been dead already.

“Nova,” he said, his voice like ice, “get the fuck out. You know I don’t repeat myself.”

That was all it took. Nova huffed, yanking on her clothes with sharp, angry movements before stomping toward the door. But just as she passed Sevyn, she stopped, attempting to size her up. “You can’t suck his dick like me,” she sneered. “He’ll always know where home is.”

Sevyn let out a slow, almost pitying chuckle, shaking her head. “I’ve seen enough,” she said smoothly, tilting her head slightly. “Word of advice—use two hands.”

The smirk on Sevyn’s lips and the casual dismissal in her tone hit a nerve. Nova’s face twisted in rage before she stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

And just like that, the air in the room shifted.

Sevyn turned back to Hassan, still holding his unreadable gaze. Neither of them spoke. The energy between them was charged, heavy, laced with something unspoken but undeniable. And despite everything—despite knowing she shouldn’t—Sevyn smirked.

“So… that was interesting.”

Hassan leaned back in his chair, inhaling deep from the blunt, eyes locked onto her like he was dissecting her every move. “What you doing here, Sevyn?” His voice was calm, smooth, but there was an edge to it—one that sent a shiver down her spine.

Sevyn held up his jacket like it was some kind of offering. “I came to give you this,” she said, her voice softer than she intended.

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