Page 54 of I See You

Harper chuckled, shaking her head. "Girl, and the niggas who behind this bougie-ass party? Ain’t even the slightest bit bougie."

Sevyn already knew who she was talking about.

Before they could walk any further into the casino, a deep, confident voice sounded from behind them, stopping them in their tracks.

"What it do, Harper?" The voice was smooth, commanding, effortlessly pulling their attention as they turned around.

Roman.

Draped in a rich red three-piece suit, Roman approached them like he owned the entire damn room. His presence was heavy, his smile bright yet dangerous, his energy electrifying.

Harper’s face lit up as she turned toward him. "Hey, Roman! Happy Birthday!" she said excitedly before pulling him into a quick hug.

After he hugged Harper, his eyes immediately found Dorian. And she was already looking at him too. Like she was memorizing every part of him. Like she was checking him out unapologetically.

Roman’s gaze locked onto hers, and he did the same.

It was like a silent exchange, a mutual assessment, a moment where neither of them blinked.

"Roman,thesearemygirls—SevynandDorian."Harper introduced, and Roman finally broke the stare, shaking Sevyn’s hand first, flashing her a confident smirk before his focus snapped right back to Dorian.

This time, when he held out his hand, she took her time, slowly placing hers in his.

Sevyn smirked to herself because she could feel the energy between them.

Something was about to happen.

"Happy birthday," Dorian said smoothly, her voice soft, but carrying undeniable seductiveness.

She wasn’t a shy girl. She had always been bold, her confidence unapologetic. And even now, standing in front of one of the most ruthless men in Memphis, her energy didn’t waver.

If anything, she shined even brighter.

Roman’s smirk deepened, his grip still on her hand. "Thank you, beautiful."

"So you knew you were supposed to be on my arm, huh? Wearing my color and everything." Roman said smoothly, his eyes trailing over Dorian from head to toe like she was his favorite view.

Dorian smirked, her eyes dancing with that signature fire as she stepped in just enough to make him feel her presence. Her voice came out low, sultry, laced with playful confidence. “Let’s get something clear, Roman—I don’t match men. I make them wish they could match me.”

Roman’s grin stretched slow and wide, amusement and desire flickering in his eyes. She didn’t just challenge him—she thrilled him.

“Yeah... I definitely met my match.”

Then, he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping just enough to feel personal. "I’m about to take these niggas’ money. I’d love to have an extra lucky charm beside me."

Dorian’s cheeks flushed slightly, but she recovered quickly.

She let a smirk curl at her lips, her confidence never slipping. "Well, be prepared to make these rich niggas—and bitches—mad as hell."

Roman let out a deep chuckle, his smile bright, as he took her hand and guided her away toward the high-stakes tables.

Before disappearing into the crowd, Dorian glanced back at Sevyn and Harper—her eyes gleaming, her smirk teasing.

Both women grinned, knowing exactly what was about to go down.

NowitwasjustHarperandSevyn,standingtogetherasthey moved further into the casino’s heart.

The music was smooth, the energy electric, but all Sevyn couldthink about was the fact that he was here.

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