Chapter 19
(THREE Days Later)
S evyn was at Dorian’s house, a movie playing in front of them, but her mind was miles away. All she could think about was Hassan—how he fucked her senseless and made love to every inch of her body at the same damn time.
It had been three days. Three long, silent days since she last saw him. And when he finally called earlier yesterday, she ignored it. Twice. She told herself she was busy—getting her nails done by Dorian—but the truth was, she didn’t want to hear his voice. Not yet.
She was still pissed. Still hurt.
How the fuck do you hold someone all night, whisper peace into their skin, then dip in the middle of the night without so much as a text? Not even a damn “thank you”?
He didn’t say shit. And that silence said everything.
Her heart felt dumb for wanting him to reach out. For waiting on something more than a check-in, more than an appointment. And that’s exactly why she needed distance. Mental and emotional.
If it wasn’t about scheduling a damn session, she had nothing to say to him. This was the exact shit she warned herself about. The reason she never mixed personal with professional. She was supposed to be his therapist, not his fantasy.
“Girl, let’s bust open this wine!” Dorian grinned, hopping up to head toward the kitchen.
“I fucked Hassan.”
The words slipped out before Sevyn could stop them.
Dorian froze in place, then slowly turned, a wide-ass grin creeping across her face. “Fuck this wine! We need something stronger!” she said, damn near sprinting to the kitchen.
Sevyn sighed and rolled her eyes, but truth be told, saying it out loud made her feel a little lighter.
Dorian returned with a bottle of 1800 and two glasses, practically dancing with excitement. She poured them both a heavy shot and hande d one to Sevyn. Sevyn gave her a look, but she didn’t hesitate— she downed the shot without a second thought.
Dorian watched her closely, amused as hell. “Oh yeah… that nigga left his mark on you. Got your body still feenin’. You got flashbacks like war trauma.”
“Stop,” Sevyn groaned. “He’s my client, Dorian! That shit was not supposed to happen.” She reached for the bottle and poured herself another.
Dorian laughed, sipping her own shot slow. “And what exactly happened?” she asked, leaning in with a smirk. “And don’t you leave out a damn detail.”
Sevyn exhaled long and slow, already regretting this conversation. But there was no escaping it. Now. Not when every part of her still remembered the way he made her feel.
“After that bullshit-ass brunch, I went to one of my client’s soccer games,” Sevyn started, her voice low but steady.
“Well, Hassan called, and I guess he picked up on the emotion in my voice... so he pulled up to the game.” Her lips curved into a small smile, the memory tugging at her chest like a soft ache.
“What started as just a soccer game turned into an entire day. We had lunch, went go-kart racing… then somehow, we ended up back at my place.”
Sevyn reached for the bottle and poured herself another shot, the flashes of Hassan’s lips on her skin, the way he cradled her like she was fragile and precious, flooding her thoughts.
“Bitch, you blushing,” Dorian teased. “Hurry up and get to the part that matters!”
Sevyn rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the smile that pushed through. “I ended up blurting out that Ariel was pregnant with Braxton’s baby… and he just held me. He didn’t say much at first— he just pulled me in and made me feel so fucking safe.” Her voice softened.
“Then he started saying some real sweet shit... like shit that touched a part of me I didn’t even know was still open.”
“Hassan? Ice?” Dorian said, eyebrows raised in disbelief. “Sweet?”
“Yes,” Sevyn laughed, shaking her head. “And then I kissed him.”
Dorian’s mouth dropped open in full dramatic fashion. “You kissed him?!”
“I don’t know what I was thinking,” Sevyn groaned, burying her face in her hands. “But I did it.”
“Girl, you was thinking about getting that dick,” Dorian hyped, pouring them both another shot.
Sevyn shook her head, her laughter laced with a little guilt, a little yearning. Even with all the confusion, the way he left, and the silence afterward… she didn’t regret a single second of that night .
Not one.
Sevyn sighed, pouring herself another shot before slamming it back like it was water. “It wasn’t supposed to happen,” she repeated, quieter this time, as the heat of the liquor started settling in her chest.
“But it did,” Dorian said matter-of-factly, raising an eyebrow as she lounged back into the couch. “And judging by how you just inhaled that shot, it wasn’t just a fuck. That man fucked you, capital F. So continue.”
Sevyn groaned and sank deeper into the couch, burying her face in her hands before peeking through her fingers.
“Dorian, it was… different. He wasn’t the cold, unreadable Hassan.
He was soft, and vulnerable, and—God—it’s like he could feel what I needed before I even asked.
He took his time, touched me like I was glass and he wanted to memorize every crack. ”
Dorian’s smirk turned to a slow grin. “You love that man.”
“I do not,” Sevyn snapped, her cheeks flushing as she looked away. “It was just... intense. And emotional. And, okay, yeah, it felt like more than just sex. But then he left. No note. No text. No ‘thanks for the fun day and the pussy.’ Nothing. Just ghosted me like I was disposable.”
Dorian blinked, her smirk slowly softening into something damn near reverent. “Damn.”
She didn’t even acknowledge the last part Sevyn said, the heartbreak, the doubt, the silence that followed. Her mind was stuck somewhere between those sheets, tangled up in the way Sevyn described how Hassan touched her.
“So…” she leaned forward, eyes locked in, “you mean to tell me this man fucked you senseless and made love to you at the same time?”
Sevyn dropped her head into her hands with a groan. “Dorian, please—”
“No, no, no—fuck all that emotional wreck shit for a second. Let me process what you said. He held you after, kissed you slow, then had you moaning like a damn soprano?” Dorian’s voice got more animated, her wine forgotten on the table.
“Like… not just dickin’ you down—but making love to your soul too? ”
“Bitch, yes,” Sevyn finally admitted, laughing despite herself. “That man had me floating. I don’t even know when I fell asleep—I just remember feeling safe.”
Dorian threw her hands in the air. “That’s not dick, Sevyn. That’s demon dick. That’s 'I think I love him' dick. That’s 'turn my phone off, I’m busy catching feelings' dick.”
“Harper’s gonna kill me when she finds out I fucked her cousin,” Sevyn groaned, slumping back into Dorian’s couch.
Dorian sat in stunned silence, still processing everything Sevyn had j ust shared about her night with Hassan.
“Girl, please. That bitch is gonna be jumping for joy. She looks at you like a sister, and now you got her cold-ass cousin out here feeling actual feelings. Based on what he did for you? That nigga deep in it,” Dorian said with a smirk, taking a sip of her drink.
Sevyn rolled her eyes. “Well, it’s not happening again.”
“Why not?” Dorian asked, immediately side-eyeing her.
“I just told you he dipped in the middle of the night like I was just some quick fuck. I think that’s all he wanted—to hit and move around,” Sevyn said, bitterness creeping into her voice.
Dorian burst out laughing. “Bitch, what did you expect? Cuddles and forehead kisses? That man is Hassan Ice Gaines. He don’t even do ‘goodnight’ texts, let alone post-sex snuggles.”
“I just… I don’t know. I guess I wanted something. A note. A text. A fucking pigeon at the window. Anything to let me know I wasn’t just some pussy to him,” Sevyn snapped.
Dorian snorted. “So let me get this straight. You wanted the most cold-blooded, ruthless nigga in the city to write you a love note after rearranging your uterus? Be fucking for real.”
Sevyn glared at her. “You laughing, but I’m deadass. After everything he did—the way he touched me, talked to me… I thought I meant something more than just a warm body. But he just reminded me that I’m his therapist who gave him some pussy. Just like every other woman in his life.”
Dorian’s laughter faded as Sevyn’s voice cracked at the end.
“And the craziest part?” Sevyn whispered. “I still miss him. Still wonder if he’s okay. Still want to feel him again. What the fuck is wrong with me?”
“Nothing,” Dorian said, reaching for her hand. “That’s just what happens when you let a man who’s more than a fuck touch you like you’re more than a body.”
Sevyn stared into her empty glass, her tone soft. “I was supposed to help him heal… not fall for the fucking storm inside him.”
Dorian sighed. “If it makes you feel any better, Roman left in the middle of the night too. Told me it was business—but I got a feeling it had something to do with Hassan. That might be why he left like that.”
Sevyn let out a shaky breath. “Whatever. I don’t care anymore.”
“Bitch, stop lying,” Dorian snapped. “You care. You look like somebody snatched your emotional support animal. Just call the man.”
Sevyn didn’t answer. Her phone buzzed again. Hassan’s name lit up the screen. And just like the last time—and the time before that— she let it ring .
Then pressed ignore.
“Yo ass ain’t even mad that he left. You mad he left you craving more.”
Sevyn paused, glass halfway to her lips, eyes flickering with something she didn’t want to name.
“…Maybe.”
“Exactly,” Dorian said, leaning back like she just won the case in court. “That nigga turned your body into his personal journal. And now you can’t stop rereading the pages.”
Sevyn took the shot. Hard and fast. Because it was true.
All of it.
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