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Harvey Specter didn’t believe in love.
Well, not the way other people talked about it.
Commitment, vows, happily-ever-after — it all sounded like a cruel joke to him, Something we make up to reassure ourselves and find the courage to take the leap. He had seen, firsthand, what promises meant. The betrayal of his mother, the way it had destroyed his father, how it had shattered a family, and in the process turned two little boys’ lives upside down — Harvey had sworn he would never let himself become that man, heartbroken, powerless, waiting for someone who really didn’t care at the end.
Better to walk away before anyone could hurt you.
Better not to care at all because caring only makes you weak.
So he didn’t.
From the time he was a just a kid, Harvey had felt like he had something to prove. His parents had never really seen him the way he wanted, Had never made him feel like they were proud of him, so he had made himself impossible to ignore. In school, it was about being the best, the smartest, the most untouchable — at home, that meant nothing — but at Pearson Hardman? Every time he won a case and saw the pride in Jessica’s eyes, the respect of his colleagues, the envy of his rivals — that was what mattered.
That was the validation he’d been chasing his entire life.
And women… well, they had always been part of the picture, too. Harvey had been popular even as a teenager — he kind of dated Harper, the cheerleader, and later, her ex’s best friend Penelope right after the break up. Then he kissed strangers at parties when he first started drinking, just to prove he could and and maintain his reputation. Then, at Harvard, he discovered what it meant to be the golden boy — charming, untouchable, irresistible as he never lacked company, never lacked a warm body beside him in his dorm.
But it had never been serious.
It was never supposed to be.
Harvey liked the flirt, he liked the thrill of being seen as the golden boy, the easy way women fell under his spell, the sex that never failed to distract him for a night or two when he felt so lonely — but that was all it was — temporary. He didn’t do more than that, he never remembered the details, names, faces, conversations blurring together because he forgot them, even if they never forgot him. He was Harvey Specter after all.
And he didn’t care.
If anything, he preferred it that way because he wasn’t built for commitment, he wasn’t built for love — or so he thought.
That morning had started like any other. Harvey strolled into Pearson Hardman with that aura that made him who he was — expensive suit, confident stride, the confident lawyer everyone feared. As he passed the accounting department, he caught the eye of a brunette hunched over her files as he winked and her cheeks flushed instantly, her lips parting in that mix of surprise and delight he knew all too well while he smirked to himself. When he reached his office, his secretary’s gaze lingered on him longer than necessary, her eyes betraying the kind of desire Harvey had grown used to as he gave her that trademark arrogant smile before slipping inside. Hours later, the morning blurred by in the usual rhythm: phone calls, documents, meetings until he had stepped into the hallway, on his way to Jessica’s office, when he heard it, a soft and feminine voice, but laced with a confidence that demanded attention. There was a sensuality in the tone that slid under his skin before he could stop it.
« …in this business, they told me it’s wise to have a lawyer, just in case. I was told this firm is one of the best… and that you’re apparently an excellent attorney »
Harvey froze mid-step.
The words were coming from Louis Litt’s office — and that — that was what made his jaw tighten, because whoever that voice belonged to… she had just called Louis an excellent attorney and Harvey couldn’t let that stand. In a second, a grin spread across his face, sharp and competitive, but beneath it there was something else: curiosity. That voice had hooked him and he wanted — no, needed — to see who it belonged to. So without hesitation, Harvey pushed the door wide open, ready to throw some mean remark at Louis, ready to stake his claim, ready to prove — and then he saw her.
And for the first time in a very long time, the best closer of New York was completely speechless.
« Harvey? » whispered Louis.
She was… breathtaking.
Late twenties, a cascade of red hair falling over her shoulders, catching the office light like fire, her hazel green eyes meeting his in a mix of surprise, excitement and something he couldn't describe yet. A straight nose, a polite yet charming smile, and slightly pink lips, Harvey then looked at her outfit, how her legs seemed endless, how her short dress was elegant but hugged every curve in a way that made her look less like a client and more like the center of the universe. Harvey Specter had seen beautiful women before, he had already known many, saw many, kissed many and had sex with many, but this… this was different. She was absolutely magnificent, as if the world revolved around her, and for once in his life, Harvey wasn’t sure if he was the hunter or the prey. And even if he would have liked to spend an eternity looking at her, unfortunately, Louis’s nasally voice snapped him out of his trance.
« Harvey? What are you doing here? »
The young lawyer blinked, caught off guard, he couldn’t very well admit he’d stopped dead in his tracks just to stare at a woman like some virgin teenager. So he slid the mask back on — the arrogant smile, the teasing eyes, the armor that had never failed him — as he talked smoothly, his eyes never leaving her.
« Sorry to interrupt, I was walking by, heard voices… and I couldn’t resist dropping in to correct a small mistake »
« Mistake? » frowned Louis.
« Yeah. I heard you being called an excellent attorney. I can’t let your poor client think that »
As Harvey’s smile widened, the redhead’s lips curved into a slow smile as she didn’t blush, she didn’t look away and if anything, she leaned back in her chair, studying him with amusement — as though he were the spectacle here. Immediately, seeing him waiting for a reaction from her, she replied, her voice lilting with dry humor.
« Funny… And here I was told lawyers were supposed to be humble »
Louis snorted while Harvey ignored him, tilting his head, eyes locked on hers as he chuckled.
« Humble? That would be a waste of time when you’re this good »
He let the compliment hang, deliberately ambiguous, half directed at himself, half at her, as she laughed — low, warm, but not the flustered giggle he was used to of all the women who were charmed by him. No, this laugh was sincere, teasing, as though she wasn’t buying a word of his performance. And Harvey? Damn it, he liked it. But before he could say more, the sound of heels clicked against the floor behind him as Jessica’s voice cut in, crisp, unimpressed.
« Harvey. My office. Now »
He didn’t move at first, his eyes staying on the woman in Louis’s office, memorizing the curve of her smile, the way she seemed entirely unshaken by him as he finally replied, forcing his trademark smirk back in place.
« Coming »
Seconds later, Jessica’s office radiated charisma and power, and while Harvey normally loved the kind of aura a room could project, the atmosphere felt different when he abruptly cut the brunette off in the middle of her sentence.
« Who is she? »
Jessica’s brow arched, looking at him surprisingly as she whispered.
« Excuse me? »
« The redhead in Louis’s office — Who is she? »
« Donna Paulsen? She’s a model. Up-and-coming, apparently. And Louis is handling her contracts »
« Not anymore. She’s mine »
As Harvey replied immediately, leaning back in his chair like it was already settled, Jessica’s eyes narrowed as she muttered with a sighed.
« Absolutely not »
« Come on, Jessica. You know I’m better than Louis. She deserves the best defense, and I am the best »
Harvey flashed that cocky grin while Jessica’s tone was sharp, measured.
« There’s a reason I sent her to Louis »
« Because you secretly hate her? » snorted Harvey.
« Because I know you. And I know what will happen the moment you get too close to her »
« What’s that supposed to mean? »
Deep down, he knew very well why Jessica had made that decision, and even though she was right, his jaw tightened, as for the first time, the idea that someone could think that of him annoyed him.
« You’ll sleep with her, and this isn’t just any client. Donna Paulsen is press. She’s attention. The kind of attention I don’t need attached to this firm if you decide to ruin her reputation along with yours »
Harvey pressed a hand dramatically to his chest, deciding to act as if nothing had happened, putting back on his mask of the arrogant lawyer.
« I’m offended you’d even suggest that »
« Harvey, I want you nowhere near her, end of discussion. Louis is her lawyer, not you, and if you want to keep that smug smile on your face, you’ll respect that »
He leaned forward, still bargaining, still pushing as he replied with arrogance.
« Jessica, she’d be safer with me. You know I don’t lose cases and imagine the kind of publicity Pearson Hardman could get when I… »
« No. I don’t trust you to keep it professional. Now get out of my office before I change my mind about letting you keep your other clients »
As Jessica rolled her eyes with a smile playing at the corner of her lips, Harvey let out a scandalized scoff, standing with exaggerated indignation as he snorted.
« You wound me. Really »
« Out »
He left, but his grin didn’t fade, if anything, it sharpened because all he could see, even as he walked back into the corridor, was that cascade of red hair and the green eyes that had stripped him bare. And as if the universe wanted to test him, there she was — Donna Paulsen, gliding down the hallway, every head turning as she moved toward the elevators. Harvey slowed his pace, watching her as she didn’t notice him — or maybe she did, and simply didn’t care — either way, she stepped into the elevator with effortless grace, the doors about to slide shut between them. For a split second, Harvey just stood there, staring at the closing elevator doors, and then something happened, something that had never happened to Harvey Specter before.
He ran.
Harvey Specter didn’t run after women, he didn’t chase, and if his charm didn’t work, which was rare, he moved on to the next one. But now? His pulse surged, his body moved before his brain could catch up as he sprinted down the hall, slid his hand between the doors just before they sealed shut, and watched them slide open again while Donna Paulsen raised an eyebrow as he stepped inside, breathless but grinning like he’d just won something.
« Well, I’m flattered. Did you really just run after me? »
Her voice was amused while Harvey smirked, straightening his tie like nothing about this was out of the ordinary as he replied.
« I’m the best lawyer in this firm, and it wouldn’t be right if you left without knowing that »
« Funny. Louis Litt just told me he’s the best lawyer in this firm »
Seeing her raised her eyebrow, Harvey chuckled low, leaning against the wall with practiced ease, giving her a devastating smile while he couldn’t help smirking.
« Louis Litt is excellent… at being wrong »
That earned him a laugh — not the nervous, flirty giggle he usually got — a real laugh, warm and mocking at the same time.
« So you chase elevators now? » teased Donna.
« Only when there’s something worth chasing » shot Harvey back.
The doors opened on the ground floor as Donna stepped out gracefully, her hips swaying with every step like the real model she was, her heels clicking against the marble as Harvey fell into stride beside her, determined not to let the moment slip away as he said casually.
« So, how about dinner? Just you, me, a bottle of wine. I’ll even let you pretend you think Louis is a better lawyer than me »
Donna glanced at him, the corners of her mouth twitching as she chuckled.
« Dinner, huh? Do you often take potential clients out on dates, Mr. Best Lawyer? »
Harvey’s grin faltered for just a second because the truth was, he didn’t, not really. He’d done one-night stands, flings, flirty drinks that never meant anything, but an actual date? Not his style, but he covered quickly as she expected an answer.
« When it’s worth it »
« Mm » hummed Donna, clearly unconvinced.
« I’ll take you to Le Bernardin »
After naming one of Manhattan’s top restaurants, proud of himself, she stopped at the door, facing him as her eyes sparkled with mischief.
« Le Bernardin? Bold move. But if you’re going to impress me, you’re going to have to do better than a place half your clients already take their mistresses »
Before he could respond, she gave him a little smile — teasing, devastating — and stepped into the backseat of a waiting car as the door shut, the car pulling away. For a few seconds, as Harvey Specter stood there on the sidewalk, his pulse racing, his grin wide and helpless, Donna Paulsen had just walked out of his life and left him absolutely desperate for more. Harvey didn’t just watch her disappear into that car: he snapped back to reality, ran, sprinting down the hall, around the corner, all the way to Louis’s office like a man possessed as the almost bald man looked up from his desk, frowning.
« Harvey. What are you doing here… »
« I need her number »
Louis froze, then laughed as if she didn’t know whether Harvey was serious or not.
« Excuse me? You want her number? »
« Yes. That woman. The redhead. The one in your office. Donna Paulsen — give it to me »
Harvey’s voice had that edge, sharp but betraying… something he didn’t usually allow anyone to see as Louis leaned back, hands behind his head, grinning like he’d just caught Harvey in a trap.
« I don’t think so. You’re not exactly… professional around women, Specter »
« What are you talking about? I am professional — well… mostly. Look, I’ll give you whatever you want. Anything. I just need her number »
Louis raised an eyebrow, smirk widening.
« Anything, huh? »
Harvey paused because deep down, he knew this was ridiculous — he was Harvey Specter — but he couldn’t stop himself as he replied with a fake annoyance.
« Yeah… anything »
« Alright. If you really want it… we do a mud bath together »
« Excuse me? » blinked Harvey.
Louis leaned forward, eyes sparkling with mischief and hope as he whispered.
« A mud bath, you and me, that’s the deal. You want her number, you spend that delicious moment with me »
Harvey froze for a moment, replaying the curve of her hips in that dress, the sway of her walk, her beautiful eyes and stunning hair while the grin Louis had? Suddenly irrelevant. So after a sigh, he whispered teeth gritted.
« …Fine »
Louis smiled and scribbled down her number on a post-it, handing it to Harvey like a trophy as Harvey took it, holding it like it was gold, feeling a warmth creeping into his chest he didn’t understand. Later, in his office, as soon as he was alone, he sat at his desk, the post-it clutched in one hand, a ridiculous, foolish grin plastered across his face. What was happening to him? Harvey Specter — the untouchable, the charming, the unshakable — was already thinking about texting her, already imagining her smile, already… utterly obsessed.
After that, Harvey spent the rest of the day in a haze, distracted, restless as every time he glanced at the post-it on his desk, that name and number written in Louis’s messy handwriting, his chest tightened in a way he couldn’t explain and in the evening, he gave in. He typed the message quickly, without second-guessing.
Dinner. Del Posto. 8 p.m. I’ll be waiting for you.
No question mark. No if you’re free. Just a statement, pure Harvey Specter. He didn’t even bother thinking first — he went straight into preparation mode. Changed into a darker, sharper suit, perfect tie, polished shoes and by the time he stood outside Del Posto, leaning casually against the wall, he looked every bit the picture of New York’s most confident young lawyer. But then she arrived and for the first time all day, Harvey felt like he might be the one out of his depth. Donna stepped out of the cab, red hair spilling over her shoulders, wrapped in a dress that was elegant but daring, the kind of look that turned every head on the street, and in a second, Harvey straightened immediately, unable to stop the smile tugging at his lips.
« You clean up nice » he said, holding the door for her.
« I could say the same » she teased lightly, sweeping past him with that intoxicating confidence.
Minutes later, inside, dinner unfolded in a blur of wine glasses and candlelight. Their conversation flowed effortlessly — her wit sparring with his arrogance, her humor slicing through his polished lines and to every barb he threw, she would reply with a more cutting remark, something that made him laugh in spite of himself. The young lawyer found himself leaning forward, hanging on her words, completely absorbed. And even if he was Harvey Specter — he didn’t get nervous, didn’t get caught off guard — with Donna, he felt both… and strangely, he didn’t mind. So hours later, when they finally stepped back out into the night, the city lights reflecting in her eyes, Harvey felt the familiar pull of routine as he slipped his hands into his pockets, flashing his signature grin as he talked casually.
« So…. Your place… or mine? »
Donna stopped walking, then turned to him and just like that, his grin faltered, as she talked softly, her tone almost pitying but laced with amusement.
« Harvey, you’re charming — I’ll give you that — but guys like you? I meet them all the time. Cocky. Handsome. Used to getting what they want »
He swallowed hard, clearly unprepared for that little jab, and before he could even think, the words slipped out.
« I’m not like the others »
Her smile widened, slow and deliberate as she got closer, her body almost brushing his as she whispered in a slutty voice.
« Then prove it »
And with that, she turned, flagged down a cab, and disappeared into the night while Harvey stood there, stunned. No one said no to Harvey Specter, no one walked away, and yet, as the taillights faded into traffic, he realized something terrifying.
He’d never wanted anyone more.
So that night, Harvey barely slept as he tossed, turned, got up, poured himself a glass of Macallan, sat back down, but his mind refused to shut off. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her — Donna’s smile across the dinner table, the glint in her eyes when she teased him, the way she’d left him standing on the curb like some rookie who’d never asked a girl out before — and at two in the morning, he gave in. Laptop open, he typed her name into Google, into Instagram, into every search bar he could find.
Donna Paulsen.
The internet was flooded with her. Small runway shows in Paris, magazine covers shoot in Milan, interviews where her laugh was as intoxicating as the photos were devastating. He watched clips of her walking for different brand — long legs, perfect poise, a presence so magnetic he actually forgot to breathe as her Instagram was no better. A sea of pictures that alternated between high-fashion spreads and candid, impossibly glamorous snapshots as he scrolled, scrolled, and couldn’t stop. Harvey had been with models before, he’d taken beautiful women to galas, collected arm candy at benefits, enjoyed one-night flings with women who turned heads everywhere they went.
He knew that world.
He’d conquered it.
But Donna… Donna was different.
It wasn’t just her face, though she was easily the most stunning woman he’d ever seen. It wasn’t just her body, though God knew that was perfection carved into motion. It was her presence, the way she didn’t melt under his charm, the way she challenged him, saw right through the armor he wore and refused to be impressed by the surface. For the first time in his life, Harvey realized he couldn’t get a woman out of his head and by dawn, the city outside his window was coming alive again. Hours later, Harvey was still on his couch, whiskey glass half-empty, eyes fixed on her photo glowing across his screen, and he knew, with an intensity that rattled him — this wasn’t going away.
Harvey Specter didn’t chase women, at least, he hadn’t, but the week after Donna Paulsen walked out of that cab and left him on the curb with nothing but the echo of prove it in his ears, Harvey found himself doing something entirely foreign to him: effort — real effort — as the first attempt was dinner… Again. He called her two days later, voice smooth and commanding before she could even say hello.
« Eleven Madison Park. Friday at eight. Can't wait to see you »
A pause on the line, and then her laugh, warm and amused, slipped through the speaker as she snorted.
« You don’t ask, do you? You just… command? »
« With me, asking is unnecessary »
« And what if I already have plans? »
« Break them » he replied without hesitation.
Another laugh, lighter this time, she chuckled.
« You really don’t hear no very often, do you? »
« Not until you, apparently » admitted Harvey.
That earned him silence and then, with a smile, she replied.
« Fine. Friday. But don’t think for a second I’m easy to impress »
At the end, dinner was flawless. He’d arranged for the chef’s table, the kind of seat most people waited months for. He wore his best suit, one he normally reserved for court victories as Donna arrived in a black dress that made the entire restaurant turn their heads. The conversation flowed as it had the first night, but this time Harvey was sharper, focused only on her, determined to peel away every layer she had.
« You know, I’m starting to think you don’t take women out often »
« I don’t. Not like this »
As Harvey confessed, her brows lifted as she whispered with a soft smile.
« So I’m special? »
« You have no idea »
« Be careful, Specter That line might work on everyone else. Not me »
« Good to know »
He grinned, loving the challenge until the second attempt came a few days later as Donna walked into her apartment lobby to find a small, elegant box waiting with her name. Inside: Cartier diamond earrings — simple, breathtaking, expensive enough to make any woman’s head spin — as she called him immediately.
« Harvey »
« Donna »
« I told you. Gifts don’t work on me »
« They’re not gifts. They’re just statements » replied Harvey smoothly.
« Of what? »
« That you deserve the best. And I intend to give it to you »
Her laugh was soft, but there was a warning edge to it as she muttered.
« You really think you can buy your way into my life? »
« No. But I’ll try every damn method I’ve got »
After a snort, she hung up on him but he grinned anyway as days later, Harvey made a big decision and the third attempt was riskier. Donna had a show uptown and Harvey showed up unannounced, slipping backstage with the kind of confidence only Harvey Specter could pull off. Models fluttered by in robes and heels, assistants rushing past with clipboards, but Harvey’s eyes were fixed only on her as she spotted him instantly, lips curling.
« What are you doing here? »
« Making sure you know I’m not going anywhere »
« Harvey… »
He stepped closer, lowering his voice so only she could hear, his face filled with a mix of sincerity and genuine concern.
« You told me to prove I’m not like the others. Then let me do what it takes so I can be lucky enough to have what others don’t — you.. Because I don't get lucky, I make my own luck »
Donna shook her head, clearly fighting a smile as she whispered.
« You’re insane »
« Determined » corrected the lawyer.
Facing his word, she laughed and shoved him gently toward the exit as she whispered.
« Go. Before someone mistakes you for my man already »
As they both laughed, Harvey turned one last time when they reached the exit, facing the redhead, her hand resting lightly on his chest as if to nudge heum their eyes meeting — a mix of amusement, excitement, and charm.
Once outside, the lawyer couldn’t stop smiling, as if he had realized that something had changed, something bigger that he couldn’t quite grasp yet. Meanwhile, the redhead headed back to the backstage area, her cheeks flushed just at the thought of the young man’s behavior toward her. She had this power to read people like an open book, and from the very first meeting with Harvey, she had understood that he was a true charmer, with a roster of women who had passed through his bed before her — but she had also seen something else. There was that awkward yet determined way he tried to charm her, something that frightened him but also spurred him on, an attitude that didn’t leave the redhead indifferent.
And yet, despite their smiles, they were both under each other’s spell, quietly wondering what the future might hold.