Think Like A Man Steve Harvey Book Novels & Stories

He places it on the table with a soft, definitive click. Then he sits, crosses his arms, and waits. Zion appears three minutes later, leading Harvey through the main door. Two armed men flank the entrance, but Harvey ignores them completely—dismisses them with the same attention he would give decorative furniture. Seeing him in person after a week is a physical shock. Harvey hasn’t changed—never changes. The gray suit without a single wrinkle, the perfectly cut hair, the posture that never bends. His light brown eyes sweep the hall with that methodology I recognize: cataloging exits, assessing threats, calculating probabilities.

Ian demanded after a hard laugh. "Yes! This is a reminder!” Harvey coaxed. And Ian laughed again. "Don't mind me buddy.” Harvey said. Yeah! Ian doesn’t have to take his words seriously because that’s Harvey Wesley’s personality. He could be very funny and also annoying with his words whenever he teases someone. Harvey is a family man, a father of two and married to one of the top most models in the United State of America. But Harvey doesn't have to remind Ian that he was yet to start a family.

“But I’ve seen that look on your face before, Khalid. I used to see it whenever I looked in the mirror.” Khalid let out a dry, mocking laugh. For some reason, it reminded me of Dilan. And that made my chest heavier. “What is this? A sermon?” Khalid grunted. I reached over and clasped my hand on his palm. “I know a man who thinks he can control the world by force, get everything going the way he wants at all times,” Steve countered. “And his partner, someone who is terrified of making the wrong move. She feels like she can never do anything freely around him.”

He teased, "Christie, don't tell me you've come to your senses and decided to crawl back to me. If that's the case, I might be willing to give you another chance. Bring Stevens Corporation under my name, and I'll make sure your family is set for life." Christina shot him with a look of pure disgust. "Harvey, you're nothing but a perverted scumbag who sleeps with his own stepmother. Just hearing your voice makes my skin crawl!" Harvey's smirk instantly darkened, his jaw tightening. "If you're not here to beg, then what the hell do you want, you bitch? Whatever it is, I don't have time for it. But don't worry—once I'm done with my business, I'll make sure to crush the Stevens family properly."

My limbs turned to jelly, and I knew that if I tried to stand, I would simply crumple to the ground. After a brief pause, I regained my energy and got up to head to Steven’s office. I intended to discuss Harvey’s case with him, and with any luck, find a solution to the matter. Harvey had done so much for me, and I felt like I owed him. However, I was worried about involving him in our problem with Steven. Steven was the type of person who didn’t care about the size or status of the person he was up against - all he wanted was to bring them down. This made me apprehensive about putting Harvey in harm’s way.

Hunter nervously presses his lips and looks at Harvey, "Sorry...I'm used to..." "You're used to women," Harvey smiles, "I get it. But now you need to get used to men too," he pulls off his shirt and takes Hunter's hand to put it on his chest. "That's how a man feels like," he makes his big hand wander around his abs and his nipples. "It's different," Hunter mumbles before leaning closer to suck his nipples. Harvey moans in his ears, and it only makes him hornier because of how hot he sounds.

"A simple hand shake shouldn't be that difficult, but you seem to be lacking in that social skill. Don't try that with me again." Steve had spent the last couple years pretty much in the exclusive company of men, very tough men. He had learned from them. He had little patience for posers, and Donner was definitely a poser. Real men didn't try to belittle or diminish others to improve their own image.

As we sat by the fire, Loretta drank bloodwine until she was woozy. “They’re not all as bad as Mr. Pervis,” she said. “The men who go there, I mean. Most are. But I once had a john named Mr. Harvey, who was terrified by his own desire to maim. Sweetest man I ever met. Even bought me flowers! Mr. Pervis doesn’t do that. He buys me toys, dresses . . . never flowers. Treats me like a bloody child who he can bite or drill.” “He is a sick man,” I said. “And you deserve better.”

Steve hissed, and then walked out of the room. I put my fingers to my chin, lost in thought. Steve thought I was pretty…? It looked like I’d found his weakness. A sexy woman. If I were a man, or anybody else for that matter, he probably would’ve punched me or threatened me, and given me words of warning, being the criminal that he is. But he just shrugged me off and told me to get back to work, and then left me alone. Maybe I could use this to my advantage to get information from him that would assist me in his case. A bit of harmless teasing and flirting wasn’t going to hurt anyone… and it would mean that I could get out of this dump as soon as fucking possible, and stop working undercover.

“I know you often suspect me, but your accusations this time are completely unreasonable. Confinement?! Geez, how could I do confinement?!” “After you ordered the old man to crash his car into Angel's car, now you are also trying to kill two of my subordinates. Whatever your reasons, for sure this time you will not be able to escape punishment." Harvey didn't want to keep Steve in a corner. Steve laughed. "Oh my gosh. Is it possible that you haven't been able to move on from your ex-wife? I really feel sorry for your current girlfriend because she lost to your deceased ex-wife.”