Page 103 of I See You

Shaking her head, she headed into the bathroom to freshen up. She grabbed the brand new toothbrush he’d left out, brushing her teeth before using a clean towel to wash her face. Once her skin was glowing and her hair was pulled into a high ponytail, she walked back into the room and changed into her clothes from the night before.

Presentable enough, she grabbed her purse and phone before stepping out, her mind still spinning over the deposit sitting in her account.

The house was silent—so quiet that if a pen dropped, she would have heard it. But that didn’t stop the scent of breakfast from drifting through the air, instantly making Sevyn’s mouth water.

She slowed her steps as she descended the staircase, eyes scanning for her heels. They were right where she left them the night before. As she bent down to adjust the strap, an involuntary shiver ran down her spine. A feeling. Like she was being watched.

She looked up—and there he was.

Hassan stood at the entrance of the kitchen, shirtless, tattoos sprawled across his dark skin like a work of art. His black cotton shorts hung low on his hips, a coffee mug in his hand. But his eyes? His eyes were locked right on her.

Watching. Waiting.

That signature icy stare was present, but like always, it softened just a little when it came to her.

"Good morning." Her voice came out softer than she intended, but he didn’t respond right away. Just stood there, studying her like a predator eyeing its prey.

Finally, his deep, steady voice cut through the silence. "Breakfast is on the table."

It wasn’t a question.

Sevyn adjusted the strap on her purse. "Thanks, but I can’t stay. I should be leaving."

Hassan’s expression didn’t change. "How you gon’ leave? You didn’t drive."

"It’s called Uber." She shot back.

His jaw flexed slightly, but his tone remained unreadable. "Nah, I don’t like random niggas at my crib. I’ll take you home. But you eating first."

A command. Not an offer.

Sevyn chuckled, shaking her head. "Staying the night was already unethical. Sitting down for breakfast? That’s crossing the line."

Hassan let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "You always play by the book? ‘Cause you don’t give me that type of vibe."

Her brow lifted. "When it comes to my career, yes. And what type of vibe do I give off, then?"

Herakedhiseyesoverherslowly,deliberately.Then,without answering, he simply turned and walked back into the kitchen.

"Come eat."

Just like that, the conversation was over.

Sevyn took a deep breath, already knowing that nothing came easy when it came to Hassan.

"Hassan, I really need to leave. I have a workout session with Harper and Dorian that I’m really not trying to be late for. Both your cousin and mine are nosy as hell, so I’m trying to avoid as many questions as possible." She explained, watching him sit there, eating his breakfast like she hadn’t said a word.

He didn’t even glance up. Just kept eating.

Sevyn rolled her eyes, frustrated, before glancing down at the plate that was obviously meant for her—pancakes, bacon, scrambled eggs,andsausage,withaglassoforangejuiceontheside.Thefood smelled incredible.

Her arms folded. "So you’re just going to ignore me?"

Hassan finally spoke, voice steady, calm, and commanding. "Sevyn, sit."

She exhaled sharply, already knowing she wasn’t going to win this battle. So, with a heavy sigh, she pulled out the chair and sat.

The second she took a bite of the eggs, her annoyance wavered. She wasn’t expecting them to be this good. Fluffy, seasoned just right. And the bacon? Crispy, flavorful—perfect.

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