Harvey Specter Apartment Suits Novels & Stories

Harvey always had tons of meetings everyday and he hated it when he had to postpone them but his friend was special to him and he found it as a rare opportunity for him to see the outside world again and enjoy life as a young man he was. Harvey closed his system, packed his things and stood up. He was about to walk to the door when he looked at his suit and sighed. " I should dress like a young man that I am. Luke won't be okay with me being like this. " He told himself and rushed back to his table. " I should keep this here for a moment. " He mumbled. He dropped his bag on his desk and started putting off his suit while walking toward a looked room. He pressed the password to the door and e

Like I was a puzzle he needed to solve. I felt like I was going to pee myself. "Mr. Specter," I managed, my voice barely above a whisper. "I... is there something I can help you with?" Please say no. Please just leave. Please don't recognize me. Please, please, please… He stood slowly, unfolding from my chair with that controlled grace that probably cost thousands of dollars in personal training. He was wearing a charcoal suit today, perfectly tailored, making him look like he'd just stepped out of a magazine spread. The fabric caught the fluorescent lights as he moved.

I went to the top floor. A man was waiting for me in a large office. His name was Mr. Specter. He was a lawyer who did not work for the Sterling family. He was the best fraud lawyer in the country. He was expensive, but I had paid him using a bank account my mother did not know about. Mr. Specter stood up when I walked in. He did not look tired. He looked at my wet hair and my muddy boots. "You look like you have been in a fight," Mr. Specter said.

Cole was still a bit overwhelmed by the opulence of the apartment, so it was disconcerting to see someone treat it like it was just another place. But then he possessed his own kind of splendor, sitting there in his perfectly tailored Savile Row suit and his Vacheron Constantin watch, all that poise and beauty and wealth. It was no more unlikely that Cole would be living somewhere like One Hyde Park than she would be dating someone like Arden. Yet both were true. Sort of anyway.

“Yes.” In four steps, King Harvey has us back in that room that his parents wedding outfits were in. In one flick of his wrist, a red velvet tuxedo appears from behind King Harvey’s dad’s suit, but the suit has the lapels as black, and the cufflinks have the wolf-head on them.

I’d sworn to never touch alcohol again after the disaster it had caused me. When I pushed open Harvey’s apartment door that evening, the scent of takeout hit me. He was sprawled across the couch, tie loosened, TV playing some sports analysis show at low volume. He was like the typical bachelor. I was used to home-cooked meals, but after leaving the house, I’d been surviving on takeout like him. “You look like hell,” he greeted casually. “Good evening to you too.” I dropped my bag near the console. He stood and walked toward the bar. “Long day?”

The run-down sanatorium in front was a wreck. The whole building was dark due to curtailment. It was very creepy. However, Lloyd did not hesitate. He asked softly without turning his head, "Which room?" "Top floor. Room 312," Harvey said apathetically. His voice was unspeakably cold. They walked up the stairs slowly. Lloyd stood in front of an old paint-peeling-off door. He frowned his brows slightly as he said, "How could you let him live in such a place?"

Levan pulled onto a patch of grass near the building we wanted. The four of us got out. Harper and I walked in front, with the two men following behind. We took the elevator to the sixteenth floor. Apartment 1603. Harper pressed the doorbell. After a moment, the door opened to reveal a young woman. She was thin to the point of frailty, like a paper doll. Though her skin was fair and her features delicate—she might have been beautiful once—a centipede-like scar ran down the left side of her face.

“A year and a half.” I can’t help but raise a brow. “Are you serious? This has been going on since before I came back?” “Apparently, yes?” Rosita squeaks in a small voice, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. “Funny, right?” I shrug. “Well, that’s one way to see it. Sure.” But it looks like Harvey is done with this conversation. He stands up, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants. Now that I have a moment to focus on something other than my intruder best friend, I notice he must have just gotten back from the office. He’s still dressed in formal pants and a button-down shirt, a loose tie draped around his shoulders. The only thing missing is his suit jacket.

I’d told Harley last night I couldn’t pin it down, but it was there, like a whisper I couldn’t quite hear. The SPLINTX deal was a triumph, no question. LOTEX was poised to dominate the European market, and I should’ve been basking in it. Instead, I was distracted by her. The way her dress hugged her curves, the memory of her body pressed against mine in the suite this morning, her moans echoing in my head. She was trouble, and I fucking loved it. But trouble had a price, and I wasn’t sure I was ready to pay it. “Bruce, you gonna eat or just stare at your secretary all day?” Harvey’s voice jolted me, his smirk barely hiding his irritation. He cut into his steak, shaking his head. “We just clo