Page 164 of I See You

“Your car’s already at my place,” he said flatly. Her jaw dropped slightly. “What?”

“I had someone drive it over earlier. I knew if I told you, you wouldn’t have gotten in the car.”

“Hassan,” she sighed, the way only a woman who’d been played by a man she secretly adored could. “What about clothes? You expect me to go to work lookin’ like yesterday?”

He smirked a little, not taking his eyes off the road. “I called Dorian. She packed you a bag.” He glanced at her, and this time, the warmth in his gaze softened her a little. “Just sit back and relax. I’m not ready to be away from you yet. And I’ve still got one more thing I need to do to say I’m sorry.”

“That sneaky ass hoe,” Sevyn muttered under her breath, realizing Dorian must’ve used her emergency contact status to finesse her way in her penthouse without security having to contact Sevyn first.

Sevyn tried to fight it, the flutter in her chest. The way her lips wanted to curl up into a smile despite her frustration. “What you did wasn’t that big of a deal for all this,” she mumbled, almost convincing herself.

Hassan glanced at her again, slower this time. His gaze dropped from her eyes to her lips, down her frame, then back up again. “Not seeing that beautiful face... not hearing that smooth-ass voice... not feeling your body next to mine—even for a few days? That shit was torture, Sevyn,” he said. “And I ain’t ever tryna feel that again. So yeah... I’m doing the most to make sure you don’t stay mad at me.”

She couldn’t help it this time—she laughed. “I’m not mad at you anymore.”

He didn’t respond right away. Just kept driving, one hand steady on the wheel, eyes ahead.

“Gotta make sure,” he finally said under his breath.

They pulled into a long, gated driveway that stretched like a private road. Hassan punched in the code and the gates slowly creaked open, revealing a property that looked like something out of a damn dream. Her shiny black Maserati was parked neatly behind a line-up of his cars.

Sevyn chuckled to herself. This man didn’t play fair.

Hassan got out first, came around to open her door like he always did. And as they stepped inside, the warm, rich scent of delicious food wrapped around her senses like a warm hug. Her stomach instantly growled, and her mouth watered on instinct.

She glanced at him out the corner of her eye, already knowing he heard it. He didn’t say a word.

Just smirked.

Hassan led her upstairs to his bedroom, quiet but intentional with everystep. “Your bag’s right there,” he said, nodding toward the Louis Vuitton duffel in the corner chair.

Sevyn walked over, grabbing the handle, already turning toward the door.

“Where you going?” he asked, stepping in front of her with a knowing smirk.

“To the guest room,” she replied plainly, like it should’ve been obvious.

“Nah. You staying in here.” His voice was calm, but the way he looked at her—slow, intense, from her head to her toes—made her stomach flip.

“No I’m not,” she muttered, brushing past him. But before she could take another step, Hassan's hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her back in place.

“So I can sleep in your bed, but you can’t sleep in mine?” he asked, lowering his head to meet her eyes.

She chuckled nervously and looked away, but her body betrayed her. She didn’t move.

“You staying in here,” he said again, softer this time, almost likea promise. “Use my bathroom. You got everything you need in there. I’ll be downstairs when you done.”

He released her gently, the heat of his touch still lingering as he walked out, leaving her standing there with her thoughts spinning.

Sevyn made her way into the en suite bathroom—and her breath hitched. It was stunning.

Black and gold wrapped around the space like royalty. A deep, freestanding tub sat center stage, surrounded by candlelit sconces and black walls that gleamed under the warm lights. The walk-in glass shower looked like it could fit five people, with a rainfall shower head. Black marble counters with gold inlays lined the double sinks, and the massive mirror reflected elegance back at her. Even the floor sparkled, smooth and flawless beneath her feet.

She couldn’t stop herself from admiring it. Every corner screamed opulence—but more than that, it screamed him.

And right now, all she wanted was to slip into that tub and forget the tension in her body.

Stripping out of her dress, she stepped into the hot bubble bath, sinking down until the water hugged her tight. Ten minutes passed like nothing, her body melting into comfort before she finally moved into the shower, letting the warm rainfall cleanse her skin and center her thoughts.

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