Suits Harvey Specter Apartment Novels & Stories

Abigail answered, "Yes. What's the matter?" The locksmith responded, "You're aware of what's going on and yet you asked me? Harvey changed the lock of this apartment. He told everyone around here that this apartment belongs to him from now on. And if anyone dares to open the lock of his property, he'll not spare them. I don't want to get involved with that scoundrel. Moreover, no one here wants you to come back. You should go as far as possible and don't come back here to embarrass yourself."

Probably because I looked like I was dressed for a nightclub at noon on a Saturday. "Can I help you?" he asked, his tone suggesting he very much did not want to help me and was already planning how to escort me out. "Suite 3000," I said, keeping my voice confident even though I felt anything but. He raised an eyebrow but picked up a phone. After a brief, quiet conversation where he kept glancing at me like I might steal something, he nodded toward the elevators. "Mr. Specter is expecting you. Top floor." Of course he was.

I shouted as I picked up the used pants above the television. It has been a year or something since we arrived here in Liverpool, in our apartment, in our place. It has also been a year since I've been doing all the house chores because that Jerkass is lazy. AND it has also been a year since I started picking up the Jerkass' laundries AROUND a room! His gorgeous head popped out the open door and smiled charmingly, "Yes babe?" I fumed, "Don't you 'hey babe, hey babe' me." I walked in front of him, making me open the door, and I poked at his hard chest, "Your pants are above the television!"

Havet fall asleep… only eternally? I looked inside his suite. It was a large, two-room apartment with a salon-slash-office room and a bedroom. He sat on the sofa in the salon and observed me standing in the threshold. I took a deep breath and walked inside, then I put the documents on the table, turned around and was ready to leave. “Have a drink with me,” he called. “Mr. Havet, I'm still at work…” I tried using some rational argument. “Then we will drink coffee,” he chuckled.

The smell of burnt coffee clung to the morning air as Ava Sinclair flipped through emails on her phone, pacing across her agency’s open-plan office. The space was all concrete floors, framed art, and mismatched furniturea blend of grit and style that matched her perfectly. Outside the glass windows, Manhattan pulsed with noise and power. Inside, her world was calm until Harper burst in like a storm. “He’s here,” Harper hissed. “Luca freaking Hart is in the lobby.”

"I'm not a child. Just because Mr. Fitzgerald likes to be driven doesn't mean that I do." She nodded. "Yes. Could you call me...?" "I'll be home before dinner. Don't you worry. Is the car out front?" "Yes, ma'am." I couldn't understand what had happened to Stephen and why he'd left his internship so abruptly. By the time I reached Hamilton and Porter, my hands were back to trembling. The ostentatious office, established largely through the exorbitant billings of corporations and families like the Montagues and Fitzgeralds, was regally positioned in a historic district in downtown Savannah. It made for a beautifully constructed building with ornate craftsmanship but one terrible for parking.

At least she was good at her job though. “No, I can get a taxi.” I gave her a ride anyway. After dropping her off at her apartment complex, I drove to mine. When I opened the door to my penthouse, I wasn’t surprised to see Harvey already inside. He was on my couch but his legs were on my table. I didn’t say anything. I just walked toward him and kicked his feet away. He wasn’t even bothered. He just continued watching the TV. I followed his gaze, sighing when I saw what he was watching.

“I’ll let this slide since I don’t have this kind of perverted hobby, but remember—if anybody finds out about what happened today, I’ll make your life a living hell.” Harvey shook his head and walked away. He had no time for her. “Yes, of course,” Cecilia answered quickly, “Please rest assured, Master. I won’t say a word about today!” Harvey staggered as he was about to step out of the apartment. ‘This woman is already in the role, isn’t she?’ Harvey had business to attend to, so he just hurried off. … On the second morning, at the entrance of York Enterprise. A Bently with a license plate from the provincial capital was parked in front of the building.

Harvey patted his chest and promised, "Grandma, don't worry. I know what to do." After arriving at Weakriver Real Estate, the two were brought to the conference room by the company's front desk. Harvey was so excited that he couldn't control himself. This day had finally arrived. Even though Yvonne had already moved into Hillside Villa, as long as he could chase Yvonne out of the Sue family, in Harvey’s eyes, their days would come to an end sooner or later. At that time, he would use some more tricks to make Yvonne go bankrupt.

He knows everything. He parked outside Harvey's building. He did not bother with the parking lot. He left the car in the middle of the street. He walked through the lobby. He did not wait for the elevator. He took the stairs. Three floors. Two at a time. His heart was pounding. His hands were shaking. He pushed open the door to Harvey's apartment. It was unlocked. Harvey was sitting on the couch, a glass of wine in his hand, his gray eyes calm. He looked like he had been waiting.