Page 27 of Beacon Grove Chronicles 1: Hassan & Sylvia

“Thought I was going to run away after you gave me your ass to kiss?”

He had me because with the way he’d left me at the hotel I was certain he’d go away for two years again. “Well, yeah. I did.”

“I need you to remember that I’m not one to give up easily on the things I want. Lunch today?”

“No.”

“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He didn’t say anything else as he smiled and walked back out of the door. I was left with the heavy scent of roses, their gorgeous magenta hue and more questions than I had before he walked in.

Hassan kept coming into the office unbothered by whoever was there. My brothers had noted his visits and after the second week of him coming in I decided that something had to give.

The bell rang almost as if on cue.

I was back in my office but I could hear Hassan speaking with our receptionist Brittany. I didn’t have a chance for her to ring my line and for me to tell him to go away. He was in my doorway within seconds holding another bouquet of flowers.

“You’re going to keep your cousin’s shop in business with the amount of flowers you’re buying.”

His cousin Minerva owned the flower shop having taken it over from one of their uncles. The family owned a bunch of land and they grew a lot of the florals they used in the shop.

“I am but my daddy always taught me that you start how you intend to finish. I want you to know that I’m thinking of you whenever I’m not in your presence so this allows me to leave my mark without being too intrusive.”

I smiled slightly because he couldn’t be serious. “You come by multiple times a week and you want me to think you aren’t being intrusive?”

“Persistent, Sisi. I’m the embodiment of persistence.”

I couldn’t fault him there and I waited for him to get to the reason why he had come.

“Is today the day you accompany me to lunch?”

“Yes.”

I knew my answer surprised him because I surprised myself. I was’t sure if Hassan was for real but I didn’t want to think about that. Hassan had been persistent and no matter what I wanted to believe, he wasn’t a bad man. I was afraid to give him a chance but I was hungry and even if we only ended up being friends that was fine.

“Yes?”

The grin on his face did something to me. My heart was racing at the sight of his joy and I felt that same connection I’d felt between us whenever we were in the same proximity. It had been even more potent when we’d been together two years ago. The moment his dick had entered me I felt something in my soul ease. His dick had been the best medicine and an amazing stress reliever. Which is why I was so confused when I woke up by myself. I’d been fighting the feelings for years but they’d only grown when he’d come back.

“Yes.”

“Bet. You want to go to the diner and get something quick? We can walk there from here.” I nodded and stood up from my desk and reached for my purse. “What you doing with that, Sisi?”

Hassan was looking at my purse like it disgusted him. I wasn’t sure what my bag had done to him but I just knew this man wasn’t calling me a basic bitch.

“What’s wrong with my damn purse, Hassan? It’s not designer?”

“I couldn’t care less if you carried a plastic bag. I’m just trying to figure out what it is you think you need it for when you’re with me.”

I stood there feeling stupid for jumping to conclusions. It was another testimony to the type of man I’d been with before.

“I need a purse, Hassan.”

“Nah, you need your phone so the kids can get in contact with you if something is up. But you don’t need shit else in that bag. Especially not your wallet when you’re with me.”

“Are you being demanding, Mr. Beacon?”

He had no problem with adjusting his dick showing that my words had made it grow. “You think I give a fuck about your brother being here, Sisi? I will lock this door so my dick can get reacquainted with his better half. Calling me Mr. Beacon like that shit don’t do something to me. ‘Bout to have me eating pussy as my appetizer before we head out.”