After his chat with Jessica, Harvey thought clearly about exactly how he should approach everything. He knew that Donna was at the moment too pissed to hear him out but would still be professional enough to come and do her work as if nothing had happened. He decided to get what she needed the most,

Coffee with skim milk and whipped cream and sugar.

He got two of those and decided to get himself a bagel at the very last minute, too. No one really knew (except Donna, of course), that he often ate away his emotions. Hot dogs if he was happy, bagels if he was nervous but with cream cheese if he was feeling victorious. Today he ordered just a bagel, secretly scared that his redhead would breathe fire at him today.

Donna entered Pearson Specter Litt at the same time as usual. Which was surprising, considering it had taken her twice the energy and rationality to get dressed for work today. Everything she had put on either showed too much cleavage or not enough, was too short or too long, and her closet seemed to have thrown everything but her collection of fuck-me heels out. Exasperated and impatient, she had chosen a simple light purple number dress that had sleeves but showed off ample chest, and had thrown away all cares about what her shoes would say. Just because Harvey had thrown her off her game last weekend didn't mean she was any less of a sex goddess anyway.

Only half of her was surprised to see Harvey already there before her. This usually happened on three occasions- he had stayed overnight because him and Mike had gotten high (only once), he was called in to have a rooftop meeting with Jessica (happening less and less now since they were basically on the same page now that he was managing partner), or because he had pissed her off and wanted to be there to apologize.

Today, clearly, was option number three.

Her heart flipped at the sight of him standing next to her cubicle, coffee in hand, but the new and improved Donna quashed that feeling immediately.

You're supposed to hate his guts right now, she told herself bitterly.

She approached him with the biggest, fattest, and most fake smile she could put on.

"Hi Harvey," she coed. She grabbed the coffee with her perfectly manicured hands. "This for me?"

"Yes it is," he shot her an honest smile. If she were still stupid Donna, her heart would've melted. Actually, she probably would've melted.

Too fucking bad, she thought.

She walked over to her trashcan, stepped on the little latch to open it up, before dunking the drink right in with a satisfactory thunk. Doing so was a delight in itself.

She never thought lidded trash cans would be able to support her dramatic flair.

Harvey sighed, tilting his head a little before he grabbed the other cup that she hadn't noticed, was sitting on her desk.

"Don't you think I'm smart enough to know that you'd do that ahead of time?"

She fumed. Damn him. She wasn't going to let him win.

"Well, you clearly weren't smart enough to sleep with two women without having the first one find out," she fired back. It was a low blow, but at this point, she was too mad to care.

What was even more maddening was that he didn't seem unfazed. One bit.

"Look, that is not what happened. You put two and two together, but you have the wrong puzzle pieces. But I know you're not going to listen to me explain what exactly did happen right now, so will you just please accept my apology coffee?"

Though Donna could not see how things could have happened any differently in any circumstance (she had even considered Scottie drugging him briefly or him becoming a werewolf because of a full moon), she was tired of playing this charade. "Fine. Just leave me alone." She took the coffee and waved him off.

He annoyingly kept standing there, now looking sheepish. With his hands tucked behind him and his feet now set in a rocking position, she turned around and snapped, "What now?"

"I... kind of need a favor." he squeaked, quaking in his million-dollar shoes. This was not going to end well.

She didn't respond, only shot him a glare he was sure could murder someone if necessary.

"I need you to.." her eyes narrowed, Harvey felt himself beginning to sweat, "pretend to be my wife again."

It took everything in her power to not throw her coffee right at her boss, consequences forgotten. Did he really just ask what she thought he'd just asked?

"You're kidding me. No, you better be shitting me, because if you are actually asking this from me I will shove you into your office and out the window. Convenient too, since we're fifty floors up so I also have time to pull out my phone afterwards and record you falling down to your death."

Uh oh. Harvey had no choice but to continue on.

"Yeah- uhm. I need you to convince some people we're actually in love. Henry Ebenemyer? He sent a picture of us, er, grinding, to Jessica and some of our big clients and now they think I'm a total dick who's just banging my secretary."

"Oh, and how is that anything far from the truth? Because from where I'm standing, that's exactly what you are."

"Donna-"

"Don't Donna me. Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice, shame on you. Get your ass back into your office and leave me the fuck alone. You got yourself into this, get yourself out."

With that, she turned her head, flipping her flamboyant red hair in front of his defeated face.

He walked dejectedly back into his office, rubbing his face and wondering how that could've possibly gone worse. And thinking about all the heat he was going to get for being a prick who couldn't control his dick at the upcoming event.

Little did he know, however, that Donna had already penciled in her own schedule in her own event. She figured he deserved a chance to explain himself; the honesty in his eyes when he said things had unraveled in another way convinced her. Besides, she figured he deserved to be heard out, especially after the huge dent his corporate credit card was going to receive after she bought herself a new dress.

hey guys, here's chapter 12! It's spring break for me so if you want me to update faster, send in those reviews! :)

Next chapters will be more climatic, i promise. so prepare yourselves for some beautiful and wonderful darvey fluff that we all love so much. xoxo