Steve Harrington Gifs Novels & Stories

“If he ever escapes his fan club.” “Is this the line for Reagan hugs?” a deep voice said from behind her. She turned and grabbed Steve in a bear hug. He returned her hug enthusiastically. She couldn’t help but notice how great those strong drummer arms felt wrapped around her body. Even though the concert had ended two hours before, he still wasn’t wearing a shirt with his low-cut leather pants. “Are you two having a guitarist meeting over here?” Steve asked. “I noticed Dare has erected his invisible barrier of cool to ward off the ass-kissers. I hope you don’t mind me crashing your private party.” “We’re just talking,” Reagan said.

Now the project was delayed; the deadline was tight, and on top of that, they’d wasted their big boss Sam Harrington’s, multibillionaire and head of the Harrington Empire, time and money. Everyone, Daniel included, respected and worshiped Sam Harrington, a most hardworking, disciplined, generous, and honorable man. Sam was like the sun to them all, giving light to those in the dark and warmth to those in the cold. He helped many grow under his radiance through his ability to save companies that had gone under, startup inventive businesses before anyone saw the opportunity, and do ludicrous deals everyone was too afraid of.

Sera's dad was okay to see his daughter come back safe and sound. It's been a week and Mr Sterling hasn't gone to work. He decided to go to work one day after recovering from the shock. He went to his office very early. While sitting down and contemplating, he remembered the security’s words and called him on the phone to come to his office immediately. Mr. Harrington on the other hand had been celebrating his victory with his staff ever since he came back from San Francisco. He's now become a public figure. He had wanted to gain recognition ever since he lost it when he inherited the company from his dad.

A bright palmprint was shown on his face. He was struggling to stand back up, but Harvey took another step forward to slap him across his face once again. Slap! Steve was sent flying again while he was crying out in pain. Slap! “Taekwondo blackbelt?! “Last disciple of the Taekwondo master?! “The Steel Whip Leg?! “Star Chaebol does not stand for humiliation?!” Harvey was smiling while landing all those slaps across Steve’s face. Steve was sent flying every single time. His face was as swollen as a pig.

“Sir, Mr Harrington landed in New York this morning. He’s 30 minutes away from the house and has ordered breakfast with you. He’ll be at the dining table in 40 minutes.” I groaned and buried my face deeper into the pillow. “I have a team meeting. I’ll skip breakfast. Now go away so I can catch a little more sleep before then.” “Mr Harrington said it was an order, sir,” Stephen replied, his voice echoing down the hallway. Of course it was.