Page 101 of I See You

“Don’t get cocky,” he teased.

“It’s confidence,” she corrected with a playful roll of her eyes. “And I need my payment first thing in the morning.”

She yawned, covering her mouth, and Hassan glanced at the time on his phone—2:53 a.m. She had to be exhausted.

“I have three guest rooms. Pick whichever one you want for the night. Each has its own bathroom, and there are towels and new toothbrushes inside,” he told her.

Sevyn nodded but glanced down at her outfit. “What about clothes? I can’t get comfortable in this.”

Hassan followed her gaze, letting his eyes skim over the curves of her body, picturing what she looked like without the clothes—which he wasn’t supposed to be doing.

“I’ll get you something,” he said, his voice lower than intended.

She nodded and headed up the stairs. Hassan couldn’t help but watch her ass as she walked, but she suddenly stopped midway and turned to him.

“Uh… I don’t know where I’m going,” she admitted.

Hassan chuckled, shaking his head as he followed her up the stairs. He noticed her eyes wandering, taking in the space, admiring the smooth, modern touches of his home.

“This house is really nice,” she said with an amused chuckle. “But too damn big for just you.”

He smirked. “More space, less people. I like it that way.”

She walked into a large bedroom, her brows lifting in surprise as she looked around at the black-and-white decor. “Damn, this is huge for a guest room.”

Hassan let out a low laugh. “That’s ‘cause it’s my room.”

Sevyn froze mid-step, spinning around to glare at him. “Then why’d you lead me in here?”

His smirk deepened as he leaned against the doorframe. “You needed clothes, didn’t you?”

She exhaled sharply, rolling her eyes. “You do shit on purpose, I swear.”

His chuckle was deep, his gaze never leaving her as he walked toward his closet. “Maybe.”

Hassan pulled out a black T-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts before turning to find Sevyn watching him, curiosity evident in her eyes.

“What, mane?” he asked, handing her the clothes.

She took them but didn’t move, amusement flickering across her face. “How many women you had in here?”

He raised a brow.

“I mean,” she continued, “I’m sure they’re just as shocked as I am seeing how nice your place is. Especially this room.”

Hassansmirked,shakinghishead.“Idon’tbringthewomenI fuck to where I lay my head.”

Sevyn nodded, seemingly satisfied with that answer. “I must be special.”

“You also not getting fucked,” he countered smoothly. That pulled a laugh from her. “True that.”

“The guest rooms are two doors down. Pick whichever one you want.”

She nodded, turning toward the door. “Thanks, Hassan.”

He didn’t say anything, just watched her walk out. The moment she was gone, he let out a slow breath, rubbing a hand down his face. Tonight had been… different. He had unraveled more than he ever intended to, peeled back layers he hadn’t touched in years. And for some reason, he didn’t regret it.

He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but there was a small weight lifted off his shoulders. Even if it was just a little. And it was all because of her.

---