Page 157 of I See You

His jaw clenched. His eyes burned.

“Come with me,” he said suddenly, reaching for her hand. She yanked it away. “No! I have another session in a few.”

“I ain’t asking again,” he said, turning halfway to the door, his scowl deepening.

He wasn’t done. If the apology didn’t work... if the gifts didn’t move her... maybe this last thing would. He had one more card to play—and he prayed it was enough.

“Cancel it.” Hassan’s tone wasn’t a request—it was a command. “What?No.”Sevynstoodherground,armsfolded,heatrisingin her chest.

He walked up to her again, towering over her frame like he always did, gaze locked in. Without another word, he moved past her and picked up her office phone.

“Hassan, what are you doing?” she snapped, stepping toward him, but he ignored her.

A beat passed before Micah’s voice rang through the speaker. “Yes, Sevyn?”

“Cancel all of Sevyn’s appointments today,” Hassan said coolly. Sevyn’s eyes bulged. “Hassan—”

“She’ll be out of the office for the rest of the day,” he finished, then hung up before Micah could respond.

Sevyn stared at him, pissed. “First of all, that was rude as hell. Second, what the fuck are you doing? I have other clients. You're not the only one.”

He stared back, calm. Unbothered. “Either you come with me, or I’ll cause a scene in front of all your coworkers. And it won’t be pretty.”

She groaned, rubbing her temples. “I’m so tired of you threatening me to get your way.”

“Sometimes, I don’t even gotta threaten you, and you still do what I want.” His voice was smooth and smug, and she wanted to slap that look off his face—and kiss it, damn it.

“Bring your gift,” he added, motioning to the roses and Cartier bag. “But you can’t open it ‘til we get there.”

“Where exactly are we going?” she asked, skeptical.

“Bring yo ass, Sevyn,” he said, already walking out like he owned her day.

She stood there, fuming for a second before grabbing her bag, the gifts, and following behind like always. Because no matter how much she fought it, she was always right behind him.

When she got to the lot, her car was gone. But Hassan’s blue Ferrari sat out front like royalty, and there he was, leaning against it like the damn CEO of chaos himself.

“Where the fuck is my car, Hassan?”

“I had it delivered to your place. I’m doing all the driving today.” He opened the door for her like this was some kind of twisted fairytale.

She rolled her eyes, stepping inside. “This is the second time you’ve kidnapped me. And I’m really getting tired of it.”

“I’ll eat that sweet ass pussy later to make up for it,” he muttered under his breath before closing her door.

Because no matter what she said about keeping things professional, he already tasted her. Felt her. Claimed her. And Hassan had no plans of letting her go.

Hassan sped out of the parking lot and onto the main road while Sevyn leaned against the door, arms crossed and her face twisted in attitude.

“Fix yo face, mane,” he said with a smirk, glancing at her. Even with the scowl, she was still beautiful.

“No, 'cause you really got me fucked up,” she shot back, low but sharp.

Hassan chuckled, but there was something heavier simmering beneath it. He couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“You remind me of my mother.”

The words slipped out before he could catch them. Sevyn’s expression softened instantly. She turned to him, but didn’t speak.

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