Hi guys! Are you still there? I hope so! I realized that I'd never apology for my english, I know it isn't great but I'm italian and I have a really precise idea of what I want to write in my mind, but unfortunately my english is not that good! I hope you all enjoy the story in any case, I promise I get better! :)

By the way, here is Chapter 4...

p.s. Like for the last 3 chapters, I am not Suits owner...

Isobel sat in front of the window, watching the rain falling lightly on New York. Why she just couldn't enjoy the experience of wanting and having a man? God knows if she wanted it, badly. But after that day, nothing mattered anymore, every day she felt like she was losing herself, one piece at a time. Her mind was empty, she filled herself with all the anger and the passion she felt, dancing, reading, living a life that didn't belong to her anymore. She was only 28 years old, and she felt already like an autumn leaf, rolling and fighting to avoid the ground. But she knew that sooner or later she would be just too tired, or scared, or angry to fight.

She raised her head, hearing a gentle knock on her door. Isobel looked at herself in the big mirror just near the entrance. Her hair were a mess, she just finished to dry them, and she wore a large eighties black tank top, that she used as a nightgown. She looked through the peephole. It was Harvey. Isobel sighed, resting her head on the white door. Then she collected herself and she found the strength to open. He was so tall, and handsome, and self conscious. They looked at each other for a moment, and she noticed his angry expression. He was mad at her, but he was helpless, just like her.

-You can't do that every time – he said firmly. He looked at her, with that mass of brown hair, her skin still pink from the hot water, that top that is basically an invite to him to guess the tantalizing curves of her body. Isobel remained still, sensing his gaze like a trapped animal. Then she made a step back.

- Come in – she said. She closed the door, then she turned to face him.

- Sorry about… - she began, flushing. About what exactly? Jumping on him like a nympho and then leaving him outside her front door? - … earlier – said Isobel in the end, sighing. Harvey's expression softened.

- Believe me, I'm not sorry at all about earlier – he said smiling.

-Why are you here? Aren't you tired about me? – she asked.

- I need to understand. The problem here is that you can't handle the attraction between us or the fact that you're too scare to talk about Kolk? – Harvey went directly to the point. Isobel straightened, her eyes suddenly full of anger. Harvey adored the fact that she could pass from total calm to absolute rage in no time.

- Who do you think you are? You come here, in my house, and pretend to know all about me and my so called fears! You don't know a damn thing about me! – she exclaimed, almost yelling. Not to mention the hint of spanish he could hear in her voice when she was furious.

- I know what I see – he answered calmly, staring her. She was so beautiful he can't even think. Isobel breathed heavily, holding his gaze. Then she made a step in his direction, she pulled him by his jacket and crash her lips on his.

- Make love to me – she ordered, almost with rage, and then pressed her mouth on his, tangling her fingers through his blonde hair. Harvey slide his hands over her hips, beneath her top, feeling the heat of her skin. He cupped her back, then lifted her from the ground, slamming her against the closed door. She crossed her legs around his lithe waist, pulling him closer, and undoing his red tie without leaving his lips. He get rid of jacket and vest, and, leaving his shirt to her fingers, he slipped his hands under her top. Isobel bit his lips, and he groaned holding her tighter with an hand and sinking the other in her thick brown hair. He pressed her against the door, and felt her hands on his belt.

He stopped, looking her in the eyes. They were dark, and full of desire, almost wild. Harvey thought that he never felt so hot in his entire life. But he wanted to take her slowly, enjoying every inch of her, now that she was finally in his arms. She seemed to understand that, and put her feet on the ground. Isobel took his hand, guiding him through the apartment, entering in the bedroom. She had a huge bed, with a beautiful iron frame. Harvey took a look at the room, noticing a big closet with dresses and ballet shoes hanging from the door jambs. The window is open wide, and the moon was clearly visible through the thick curtain of rain. The girl pushed him until he sat on the bed, staring him with her big dark eyes. She slid the shirt from his shoulders, accompanying it with her fingertips, and he raised his mouth to kiss her, pulling her closer. Isobel slowly took off her top, and he leaned back a little to watch her. The light coming from the street outside took her directly, giving her skin a delicate silver shade. Harvey drank her image, her full breast, her lithe waist, her thick dark hair. Every part of her was just as beautiful as he imagined it, and when he slide his hands on her back, drawing her until she straddled him, he felt the smoothness of her skin, and she breathed tilting her head back and giving him more access to her neck. Feeling her breast on his chest, her heat all around his body was overwhelming. Passion seemed regain control, and Harvey rolled on her fully, pinning her into the mattress and guiding her legs around his waist. Isobel moaned, and that just drove him crazy. She pulled his trousers and his underwear out, and he had to collect every inch of strength he could not to take her in that moment. Harvey began to trailing kisses on her throat, her bust, her breast. The girl took his head in her hands, pulling him on her again.

- I want you inside me - she said, demanding, looking straight in his brown eyes. And when he entered her, taking her fully, feeling breathless, not a thought coherent, not a sensation he could control, she let out a sigh, and then began to take his pace. He moved on her, roughly, passionate like no other man before him, and Isobel followed his every thrust, their hands locked above her head, their bodies shivering and shining with sweat. She rolled on him, straddling him, arching her back, without losing a breath. Isobel felt his hands on her breast, and she abandoned herself even more, a pleasure that was so total and overwhelming that she was losing her consciousness. She leaned down, covering their heads with a wave of dark hair, looking him in the eyes.

-Lulie- he said hoarsely, raising and gripping her waist, an hand on her back, pulling her even closer, taking her completely, wishing it won't ever stop.

- Asì, asì - she moaned, and a moment later Harvey was on top of her, and their rhythm began frantic, he thrust inside her even harder, and faster, feeling that she - like him - was near to the exquisite end. They reached the top together, with a long, trembling cry.

They stayed still, waiting to breath normally again. Harvey tried to roll from her, but the girl kept him close.

-Not yet, please – she whispered in his ear. Isobel was amazed. She felt in peace. It was like all her demons were suddenly gone, leaving her with a wonderful emptiness. If she would have known that all she needed was a night with Harvey Specter, well, she would have done it ages before. She smiled of her own silliness.

Harvey felt her smile and pulled back a little to watch her face. He smiled too, kissing her lightly. It was been incredible, and intense, and he had never lost control in that way before. Usually he always kept control. He dominated the situation, like he did in every other field. Women are amazing creatures, and he respected them, he wanted to give them pleasure and gentleness as much as he could. But he was always able to keep control, to maneuvering things the way he need. With Lulie had been different. They were lost in each other, in a wave of desire and passion so complete that everything else disappeared.

They finally parted, and Harvey rolled on his back, while Isobel adjusted her head on the space between his shoulder and his chest, one of her long legs across his body. Looking up, he noticed the ceiling for the first time. It was a chaos of colors, and faces, and objects. The style is very Frida Kahlo, but without that sense of grotesque. He recognized some book characters, like Captain Achab from Moby Dick. In a corner, just over the toilette table, there was a garden with four beautiful girls sitting on the grass, each one doing something different. One was reading, the second was drawing, the third was sewing, and the last one just stared nothing in particular.

-Who are them? – asked Harvey, caressing her smooth back.

- Jo, Amy, Beth and Meg – she answered, smiling – Little Women – she added after a moment.

-Oh, that one –

- Have it on your bedside table, do you? – Isobel kept smiling.

- Yes. Right by Wuthering Heights – Harvey made an hard face, frowning at her. Now she was laughing, and he just couldn't believe the miracle of her laugh.

-Sorry for that – she said after a moment.

- Don't worry. I was bothering you – she raised her head, resting her chin on his chest and observing him.

- Not exactly – she whispered.

-Yes, I was. With Kolk's story – and then her world collapsed. Again. Saying that name, Harvey broke the little bubble where they were laying, where she felt safe and warm. Isobel straightened, collecting the sheets around her body, feeling suddenly the need to cover herself. She wanted him out. Right in that moment. Harvey watched her, frowning.

- Lulie … - he began. She closed her eyes. It would never have passed. Never. She would never be safe.

- Harvey, please. I need to be alone now – she whispered, and her eyes were suddenly really sad, and angry, her voice sounded like a plead. It was that that made him obey. He sensed her desperation, her pain. He understood, feeling it in her voice.

- Please, talk to me – he said. She remained silent, so he began to dress. She turned her back to him, stood up and went to sit on the window frame.

- I'm rotten flesh – Isobel said after a moment. Harvey made two steps in her direction. But the girl stopped him, turning to watch him. Her eyes were wide, full of something so terrible he couldn't find a single word to say.

- Please, go – she murmured – I's not your fault, Harvey, you are amazing. You really are, and I wish – she sighed heavily, shaking her head- just go, please – she repeated.

- I don't want to leave you like this – he said in his deep voice. His eyes bored in hers, trying to connect with her. He felt bounded to her, from the first time their gaze met, and just a moment before they were intimately together, sharing every breath, every inch of consciousness. Now she was far away, in a scary place where he couldn't follow her.

- You can't do anything for me. Nobody can. So please, just leave me alone. It's better for both of us – her voice was calm, but she felt like shattered glass. Isobel wanted him to go, but she wanted him to stay too. She needed to be alone, to think, to explode, to scream. But she asked herself if - for a change - she could do all those things with someone holding her tight. A man who would have pulled her near, and whispered sweet words in her ear. A man who wanted her more than anything, like Harvey.

She heard her door closing with a soft noise. And then she began to cry.

He just couldn't get her out of his head. She was stuck there, and she refused to go away. Harvey tried to focus on Mike. But he just couldn't do it. Every time he blinked he saw her on top of him, with the mass of her hair back, her eyes closed, her mouth slight open in that moment of passion. And then he saw her look, when she pushed him away, the desperation in those dark, wide eyes. Three days had passed, and she never went to the cafeteria. Harvey didn't call her, because he knew she didn't want him to.

-… and so, we need Rojas – Mike sighed. – You didn't listen a single word, did you? – Harvey focused on him again.

-Yes, I heard you. And I know we need her to talk. But if she keep refusing to speak, we can't force her –

- Who are you and what you have done with Harvey Specter?- Mike looked at his boss, frowning. He just couldn't believe it. After all, even Harvey had a soft side. And it appeared that Isobel Rojas was able to touch it.

- I don't know what's happening between you and that girl, and I honestly don't care. But we need her, because if Kolk did something to her he had to pay. And you have to make her understand it – he said, staring Harvey with his clear, honest eyes. The other man held his gaze for a moment, then he stood up.

- Where are you going? –

- To the ballet school. I'll try another time, then we'll do it without her – Harvey answered. He glanced on Donna's desk, and she nodded.

- You're with a client and I don't know when you'll be back – she said. Harvey smiled.

- Marry me – he told her, winking. Donna raised her eyebrows.

- I already did it, eight years ago – she answered.