Page 105 of I See You

"I’m taking you—"

"You don’t have—"

She stopped mid-sentence when she caught the way he looked at her. That sharp, unwavering gaze that always made her feel like he had complete control—whether she wanted to admit it or not.

And just like that, she submitted again.

He didn’t smirk. Didn’t gloat. He just turned, moving past her like healreadyknewshewasgoingtolisten.Liketheconversationwas already over.

Sevyn exhaled, annoyed at herself more than anything, as she watched him disappear down the hall to change and grab his keys.

She hated how easy it was to fall into his rhythm. But what scared her more?

She liked it.

Sevyn was responding to a message from Harper and Dorian when the sharp, clean scent of cologne hit her nose—rich, warm, and undeniably masculine. She looked up, and for a moment, she forgot what she was even doing.

Hassan stood in front of her, dressed differently from the laid- back look he had on earlier. The white fitted shirt clung to his muscles, defining every carved line of his torso. His Louis Vuitton jean shorts rested just right on his waist, showing off his ink-covered legs, mid- white socks, and a pair of Chicago Jordan 1s completing the effortless, lethal drip. The diamond jewelry he always wore caught the morning light, and the red fitted hat pulled it all together with the type of ease that wasn’t intentional—it was just him.

Sevyn’s mouth went dry, and for a second, she realized she was staring. Not just staring—lingering.

She blinked, shaking herself out of it before standing up, grabbing her purse. Hassan said nothing, just nodded toward the door, and they walked out in silence, the weight of everything that happened between them still hanging in the air.

The drive to her place was quiet—too quiet. The only words exchanged were her giving him directions, his hands gripping the wheel, his focus locked on the road. The low hum of the engine filled the space between them, but even with no words, she felt his presence. The way his fingers flexed slightly on the wheel. The occasional glance he stole when he thought she wasn’t looking.

After what felt like both an eternity and not enough time, they pulled up to her building. Hassan studied it, nodding slightly in approval.

Sevyn turned to him. "Thanks." A single nod. That was it.

She stepped out, her heels clicking against the pavement, but she could feel his eyes following her. She didn’t turn around. She didn’t have to. The weight of his gaze stayed on her back, branding itself into her skin.

Only when she disappeared inside did he finally pull off, the sound of his Ferrari’s engine roaring down the street.

Sevyn exhaled, pressing the elevator button, feeling the breath she’d been holding release in a slow sigh. She was already running lateforherworkoutwithHarperandDorian,buthermindwasstill backin that car.

Still stuck on him.

She shook her head, stepping inside the elevator, knowing one thing for certain—Hassan Gaines was becoming a problem she couldn’t shake.

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(ONE week later)

Dorian stepped into the bank with a purpose, her designer bag clutched tight in one hand and her mind already on business. Love Nails had been booming lately—her books were full, her staff was finally working like a well-oiled machine, and the money? Rollingin. She was there to meet with the family’s accountant about shifting some of her profits into an investment portfolio, something long-term to match the empire she was building.

While waiting in the lobby, she held the phone to her ear, Roman’s voice playing in her ear like background music to her thoughts.

“So you really not coming out with me tonight?” he asked for the fifth time, that teasing grit in his voice.

Dorian smirked to herself, knowing he wasn't used to hearing no—especially not from a woman like her. She liked Roman—more than she wanted to admit—but she wasn’t blind to the type of man he was. He had women checking for him left and right, and Dorian was way too crazy to get caught up in a damn love triangle over him. Still… she enjoyed being around him. They vibed like homies most of the time, outside of the constant flirting he threw her way—and that one night he fucked her too good. After that, she had to take a step back, give herself some space. But even with the distance, she couldn’t deny the chemistry between them. It was magnetic. Dangerous.

And hard as hell to ignore

“I’m only coming if I can bring my girls,” she said lowly, tryingto keep her voice discreet. The last thing she needed was folks in the bank hearing her flirt with the city’s most infamous right-hand man. “Bring whoever you want. I just wanna see your fine ass again,”

Roman replied smoothly, the cocky smile in his voice making her roll her eyes and laugh despite herself.

“Whatever, Roman—” she started, but her voice caught. Her gaze lifted—and just like that, the mood shifted. The universe had a wicked sense of humor.

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