Page 11 of I See You

Braxton was a powerhouse in the courtroom—a sharp, relentless prosecutor who had built a name for himself putting criminals behind bars. He was respected. Feared. Admired. And as much as his job demanded from him, Sevyn had always been his biggest supporter.

People always asked how they ended up together—how they became such a beautiful, picture-perfect couple.

And Sevyn laughed every time. Because truthfully?

She had no idea herself. Braxton wasn’t her usual type. He was a little too green compared to the men she was used to.

On paper, he was perfect. Top of his class, Ivy League graduate, came from a family of wealth, carried himself with the kind of sophistication that made mothers love him and fathers respect him. He followed the rules. Did everything by the book.

And Sevyn?

She had always been drawn to men who were rough around the edges—men who carried a sense of danger, an untamed thrill that made her feel alive. If it wasn’t for her father playing matchmaker, she probably wouldn’t have looked Braxton’s way.

What started as a forced connection—set up by her father—had slowly turned into something real. From the moment Braxton laid eyes on Sevyn, he had been in love. Her beauty had drawn him in instantly. But it was her drive—her ambition, her independence, the way she carried herself—that kept him there.

For Sevyn, it had taken more than his good looks and charm to break down her walls. But over time, the love grew. It deepened.

Now, here they were. Healthy. In love. Thriving.

Sevyn made her way up the grand staircase, ready to wash the day away.

The moment she stepped into the master bedroom, the calming tones of emerald green and black wrapped around her like a warm embrace. She set her purse down, exhaling softly as she moved toward the master bathroom.

A hot bath was exactly what she needed.

The massage earlier had relaxed her muscles, but the tension in her mind still lingered.

That was the hardest part of her job—learning how to leave her clients’ struggles at work. She had mastered it over time, but some cases stuck with her, weighing on her long after she had left the office.

Some stories were just too heavy.

She turned the faucet on, letting the tub fill with steaming water, the rising bubbles glistening under the soft glow of the dimmed lights. This wasn’t just a bath—it was therapy. A ritual. Something that allowed her to release the emotions she had carried throughout the day.

Once the water reached the perfect temperature, she stripped out of her work clothes, her body instantly reacting to the warmth of the steam-filled air.

Sinking into the water, a slow exhale left her lips as the heat wrapped around her, melting away the weight of the day.

She reached for her phone, connecting it to the surround speakers in the bathroom with a few taps. Within seconds, the smooth, sultry voice of Donell Jones poured through the speakers, his soft melodies curling around her like a second layer of warmth.

Sheleanedback,restingherheadagainstthetub,closinghereyesas the music and hot water pulled her into another world.

A world where she could just be.

The soft press of lips against hers stirred her from her sleep, making her eyes flutter open.

Braxton.

A smile curled on her lips the moment she saw him. The warmthof the bathwater still surrounded her, the steam clinging to the air, making it clear she had drifted off.

"Hey, baby," he murmured, his deep voice smooth as he handed her a glass of wine.

"Hey, love," she greeted back, accepting the glass and taking a slow sip of the rich, expensive red. The sweetness coated her tongue, relaxing her even further. "How was work?"

Braxton let out a slow exhale, running a hand over his neatly trimmed beard as he took a seat on the edge of the tub, sipping his own drink.

"Long," he admitted, his frustration seeping through his tone. "This case is tough to crack, but we’re getting close."

Sevyn studied his face, taking in the tension etched into his features. Even under stress, he was undeniably handsome—smooth brown skin, fresh waves, a perfectly groomed beard, and a solid 6’3 frame that carried itself with effortless power.

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