Page 56 of I See You

Sevyn, on the other hand, kept herself poised, her demeanor calm, collected, unbothered.

She listened as Hassan and Harper continued talking, their banter easy, joking like siblings instead of cousins. She laughed, entertained by their energy, but she missed the way Hassan’s gaze kept returning to her.

And even when she did notice—

She didn’t look away. Didn’t pretend she wasn’t studying him, admiring the way he looked in that black tailored suit, the sharp cut of his features, the sheer weight of his presence.

His aura was too magnetic.

She had never been able to look away from him.

When they said their goodbyes, she lingered, staying a second longer than necessary, like she was reading him one last time.

And he let her.

Then, without a word, she turned and walked away with Harper, leaving him standing there.

But Hassan? He was still watching her.

They made their way to the bar, ready to indulge in expensive, strong drinks—the kind that tasted like money and burned in the best way. Best part? It was all free.

Harper slid onto a barstool, smirking. "I told you he wasn’t hanging on to that shit no more."

Sevyn rolled her eyes, taking a slow sip of her martini, letting the liquor sit on her tongue before swallowing. "That’s ‘cause he don’t have full proof that we tried to set him up. But once he finds out? I’m dead."

Harper laughed, shaking her head. "Girl, he knows what we did. He just acting like he don’t. He ain’t trippin’ over that shit no more. Just let it go."

Sevyn nodded slowly, even though her body disagreed.

Did Hassan really let it go?She wasn’t so sure.

They went back to drinking, laughing, playing a few games, letting the atmosphere pull them in. They eventually met back up with Dorian, who was posted up next to Roman at the high-stakes table.

And damn.

Sevyn couldn’t deny it—Dorian had to be his lucky charm, because Roman was killing the people at the table, stacking wins like the cards were rigged.

Sevyn watched with amusement, swirling the last of her drink in her glass, until she felt it—

The touch. Fingers at the small of her back. Light. Possessive. Her entire body locked up.

Then—

"Come here."

The deep voice was low, spoken just behind her ear, carrying a weight that only one man could hold. Hassan.

The coldness in his tone sent a slow shiver down her spine. But before she could even register her own reaction, he was already walking away, his presence shaking everything in her like he hadn’t just commandeered her entire body with two words.

She turned slightly, catching sight of him standing by the bar, waiting.

Harper and Dorian were locked in on the game, oblivious towhat just happened. Sevyn exhaled slowly, gathering herself, before following.

When she reached the bar, she placed her empty glass on the bar—leaned back against it just like he did, mirroring his stance, her eyes scanning the crowd, pretending like she wasn’t affected.

But the silence between them was thick, stretching too long, making her pulse beat louder than it should.

Hassan lifted a finger, signaling the bartender, who nodded immediately and started pouring his usual.

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