Page 26 of Beacon Grove Chronicles 1: Hassan & Sylvia

“Oh. Still fine as fuck then.” I could practically see the smug look on her face based on how her voice sounded. She wasn’t wrong so I wasn’t about to tell that lie.

“Stop it, Bug.”

“Are you putting a pin on the dick?”

I had to roll my eyes because it had been so long since I heard that term. Because Beacon Grove was so small if we liked someone we would put a pin on him so neither of us crossed the other’s boundary. It didn’t matter much for me because I’d been with the same boy for so long.

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t not either. I mean I wouldn’t fuck with him now anyway because it’s clear that you’re feeling something and you’ve had his whole dick in your throat.”

“Bug!” I looked around to ensure the kids hadn’t walked by and heard her loud ass through the phone.

“Girl, shut up. You weren’t being a prude when you hopped on it that night so stop acting like that today. I just need you to promise me something, Syl.”

“What is that?”

“Don’t count him out. If he shows and proves, let that man in. If he’s being for real, you deserve everything he has to offer.”

I looked up hearing the bell over the door ring and there was only a massive bouquet coming through the door. Neither of my brother’s wives were in the office today so I wasn’t sure who these flowers were for.

“Can I help you?”

The bouquet was so big it covered the face of the person who brought them in. Height wise I could tell it was a man but their face was still covered.

“You can help me by accepting these as an I’m sorry.”

The flowers shifted smoothly, the stems only slightly dipping like their synchronicity was because of extensive practice. Hassan’s face came into view and I couldn’t lie that I wasn’t happy to see him again. Part of me thought he would run away but I should’ve remembered how determined Hassan had always been.

He was in a t-shirt and khaki shorts. A look that would’ve been so plain on someone else but looked rugged and sexy as hell on Hassan. He was smiling and he winked his damaged eye at me playfully. His not shying away from his injury made me smile but then I remembered that I wasn’t trying to like this man at all.

I wiped the smile off my face and cleared my throat attempting to regain my annoyance but his smile stayed firmly in place. “Are you in need of our services?”

“Depends on what’s on the menu for me to order.” He licked his lips and walked deeper into the office since I was sitting at the front desk to let our receptionist have her lunch hour.

“Not pussy.”

He extended the flowers to me and when I didn’t take them, he sat them down on the desk anyway. “Now why would you want me to pay for what I can earn? Nothing about you says transactional, Sisi, so don’t think I look at you that way. Ever.”

His face was frowned up and I felt like I’d offended him. I shouldn’t have cared but I didn’t want Hassan to think I was bitter. I just didn’t fuck with him like that.

“What is it that you’ve come by for then since you don’t need legal services?”

“I wanted to see if you would join me for lunch.”

“Lunch?”

“Yeah. The meal you eat between breakfast and dinner.” He spoke so sarcastically I almost let him know he was on my nerves but I didn’t want to give him the pleasure.

“I know what that is. I’m just…”

“Just what?” His brows rose and I could see he was enjoying this far too much.

“Surprised?”

He laughed when I posed my response as a question. Hassan tucked his hands in his pockets standing relaxed as he looked down at me. “You tell me, I don’t know.”

I was confused wondering if he was doing this to prove a point or if he was being for real. “Yes. Surprised is the right word.”