Page 21 of I See You

“The short one with all that ass.” Roman exhaled, shaking his head in admiration. “Damn, she pressure.”

Hassan smirked. “Go say something to her then.”

He wasn’t the type to chase. Women came to him—that’s just how it worked. But Roman? That nigga was different. If he found a woman attractive, he was making his move, no hesitation.

Roman took another sip of his drink, still watching the two women. “Nah. Her friend next to her look like she’ll shoot a nigga for even sayinghello.”

That made Hassan chuckle slightly, taking a pull from his blunt. His eyes drifted back to her.

The one who had caught his attention the moment he saw her. That same mug was still on her face. She looked like she didn’t want to be here at all.

“And when your ass ever been scared to approach a bitch?” Hassan challenged, giving Roman a side-eye.

“Nigga, you know I ain’t no green ass nigga.” Roman scoffed, shaking his head. But then his brows furrowed slightly as he looked harder at the section. “Wait… ain’t that Harper?”

Hassan’s attention snapped back instantly. And sure enough—

There she was.

His cousin, Harper, turning up with the short, lit girl and the woman with the resting bitch face.

Hassan’s jaw clenched slightly.

Harper was damn near naked, wearing a short, brown dress that clung to everything.

She knew better.

Hassan wasn’t the type to cause a scene—he wasn’t about to drag her out of there like some overbearing father—but that didn’t mean he wasn’t watching.

Closely.

If anybody came at her sideways, he’d handle it before they even knew what hit them.

Harper had always been beautiful, always attracted attention—just like him.

Smooth dark skin, long, thick curls that were now straightened in soft body waves, standing at 5’5 with a figure sculpted from years in the gym.

Hassan had lost count of how many niggas he had to hurt behind her growing up. And now, watching her dance and drink with the woman who had already caught his eye, something about the whole situation had him intrigued.

But he stayed rooted in his section.

Shook the thoughts of the mysterious woman out of his head. He didn’t do love. Didn’t do women who wanted more than sex with no strings attached.

“Yeah,” Hassan muttered, shaking his head. He took another long pull from his blunt before side-eyeing Roman. “And nigga, stop being a creep. You staring and shit.”

Roman laughed, raising his glass. “Nigga, you the one staring the hardest.”

Hassan ignored him, settling deeper into the couch, letting the club’s energy, the weed, and the alcohol work their magic, easing his mind into a rare state of calm.

But even as the night wore on, his eyes naturally found Harper again. And the two women with her. He didn’t move, didn’t make a sound. But as he watched them walk out of their section, something about it made him take another slow sip of his drink.

Because for some reason, that woman with the resting bitch face— Was still in his head.

Hassan stayed rooted, his drink in hand, watching like a hawk the moment a man approached Harper.

Roman noticed too.

Neither of them moved—yet—but their eyes locked onto the interaction, reading the body language, waiting.

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