Page 96 of I See You

After a few more failed attempts at prying an answer out of him, she finally gave up with an irritated sigh, sinking into her seat.

The drive was long, stretching out under the dim glow of streetlights and the quiet hum of the engine. Hassan noticed how her body gradually relaxed, her eyelids growing heavy, though she fought it. She didn’t trust him enough to let herself fall asleep around him. That should’ve irritated him—but it didn’t. If anything, it intrigued him.

By the time they pulled up to his house—secluded, massive, and sitting alone on the outskirts of the city—Sevyn was barely holding on to consciousness. Her sleepy eyes scanned the dark exterior, her brows pulling together slightly.

“Where are we?” she asked, her voice softer this time.

Hassan didn’t answer. Instead, he stepped out and walked around to her side, opening her door.

“I’mnotgettingout,”shedeclared,suddenlymorealert.“This feels a lot like kidnapping.”

Hassan exhaled slowly, already over her dramatics. “Sevyn, either get out of the car willingly, or I’ll carry your ass inside.”

They locked eyes, tension crackling between them. After a long pause, she finally let out a sigh and stepped out, her heels clicking against the pavement. Her gaze traveled across the home again, taking in every detail before shifting back to him.

“This is your house?” she asked, curiosity flickering in her tired eyes.

Hassan nodded, gripping her hand and leading her toward the front door.

She didn’t fight him. Didn’t pull away. She just followed.

And when they stepped inside, he didn’t miss the way her expression shifted, her eyes widening slightly as she took it all in.

The second Sevyn stepped inside, her eyes wandered, taking in every detail of his home. The space was modern but dark, masculine. Highceilings,smoothblackfurniture,floor-to-ceilingwindows that overlooked the vast stretch of land surrounding the property. Everything about it screamed Hassan.

He let her absorb it all in silence, watching her reaction closely. “Youliveherealone?”shefinallyasked,hervoicesoftwith curiosity.

Hassan nodded, locking the door behind them. “Yeah.”

Sevyn turned to him, arms folding. “Why did you bring me here?”

Hassan exhaled through his nose, slipping off his watch and placing it on the table near the door. “You needed to get away.”

She frowned slightly, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “I told you I had things to handle, Hassan. You can’t just pull up and take me whenever you feel like it.”

Hassan stepped closer, his deep, dark eyes settling on hers. “I told you to get in the car. You did.”

She sucked her teeth, rolling her eyes. “Because you basically threatened to kill Braxton.”

He didn’t respond to that—because she wasn’t wrong. Instead, he studiedher.Hecouldstillseetheemotioninhereyes,theweight of everything she just went through. Her parents, Braxton, the confrontation—it was all too much for one night.

She exhaled and turned away, letting her eyes wander aroundhis home again. It was masculine, but refined—black, royal blue, and silver accents throughout. It was more put together than she expected from a man like him. Not that she expected it to be a mess, but this? This was… thoughtful. Intentional.

"You have a beautiful home," Sevyn said softly, her eyes still scanning the space.

Hassan gave a slight nod. "Preciate it," he murmured, moving towardthecouch.Hegrabbedhisweedandstartedrollingup,his movements smooth, practiced. Normally, he didn’t smoke in the house, but after tonight, he needed it.

Bringing her here wasn’t part of any plan. He didn’t bring women where he laid his head—ever. The only people who had ever been inside were Harper and Roman. And yet, Sevyn was here. She stood in the middle of his living room, arms crossed, her gaze still roaming, taking in every detail.

Finally, she turned to him, eyes narrowed. "Why did you really bring me here?"

Hassan exhaled through his nose, picking up his stash and began rolling. He didn’t answer right away. He knew the real answer—he didn’t like seeing her with Braxton, didn’t like the idea of her being anywhere near that green ass nigga. But he couldn’t tell her that.

Instead, he lit the blunt, inhaled deeply, then met her gaze. "Look, I wanna talk." His voice was calm, even.

Sevyn scoffed but moved to sit across from him, keeping her distance. He noticed that. She was always measuring, always keeping space between them like she knew what this was turning into—like she didn’t trust herself not to fold.

She glanced at her watch, then back at him. "And showing up at my parents’ house and dragging me to your place at midnight…" Her voice was sharp, clipped, showing how thin her patience was. "To have a therapy session—that sounded smart to you?"

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