Bald Taper Fade Black Male นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"He plans to urinate on your car so how can I not come out. He'll even take off his pants in front of me." "Describe that guy to me." "H-Huh? Uhm, he has a butterfly tattoo on his arm, he's in his 30s, his body isn't that big either, you're not that small either, his eyes are round and his nose isn't that long ... “That’s all I could say. "What about his hair?" I shook. "I don't see any hair," "What ??" Kunot noo nito tanong. "K-He's bald." I bit my lower lip to avoid laughing. I didn't even mention bald because I laughed at the word bald.

“Ms. Wagner, what exactly is going on with you two? One moment, you cancel the wedding. The next, you want it as planned. All the decorations were already thrown into the trash as per your instructions. What am I supposed to do in the middle of the night?” I felt a little guilty for causing trouble, but it was not my fault. “I apologize for the inconvenience. The wedding between Zach and me is indeed canceled, and I will not ask for a refund. As for him wanting to proceed with it, he can place a new order.” “Won't he kill me, then?”

I looked up and saw the hottest guy I’ve ever seen in my life. He was tall, about six feet. He had black hair, gorgeous and rumpled and falling just short of his eyebrows. He had a strong jaw, a slight dimple in his chin, and cheekbones to die for. Flawless olive skin and a day or two’s worth of unshaven scruffiness. He had a grey t-shirt with ‘Led Zeppelin’ on the front in faded black letters, like it had been washed a thousand times and given up the fight to stay legible. The shirt was tight over his broad chest, his powerful shoulders, and his bulging biceps. He looked like the kind of guy who had built up muscles by good genes and manual labor rather than sweating it out in a gym.

The cut is modern and stylish, showcasing his fashionable sensibility. His choice of footwear further exemplifies his refined taste: black shoes, meticulously polished to a high shine. His overall appearance exudes an aura of confidence, charisma, and success. The combination of the well-fitted blue polo, tailored black slacks, and polished black shoes portrays an image of someone who appreciates quality and pays attention to detail. The ensemble presents a harmonious blend of style and class, leaving a lasting impression on those who encounter it.

Bull. A fitted gray t-shirt molded to his torso and muscles shifted as he moved. Graceful. Efficient. For such a large man, he was quiet as a mouse and unimposing. His well-worn jeans hung low on his hips and she tilted her head, enjoying the way his butt filled the denim. He'd forgone the black baseball cap he usually wore. She studied the back of his bald head, wondering why he shaved it. Not that she minded. He rocked the look. "Do you need my help carting something or are you just watching me for the hell of it?"

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.

Everyone else, except me, is busy doing a thing or two to make sure his final look is breathtaking, but Alpha Killian won’t let me leave. “All done, My Lord.” The head stylist announces at long last. Immediately, they all back away from him so that he can look at himself in the mirror. If I wasn’t in such a sulky mood right now, I would be smiling broadly because, gods! He looks exquisite in that mercury black tuxedo and that Taper Fade haircut perfectly complements the shape of his head and face. He’s a fairly impressive specimen for his age. “Thank you all for your hard work. You can leave now.” He calmly instructs and I’m the first person to get on my feet and start for the door.

“Fuck you for making me feel worthless.” A deep voice cut through the silence.. “Careful, little girl because some words can get you in trouble.” I spun around to see a man standing near the bar area, tall and powerfully built, wearing only black trousers that hung low on his hips. He wasn't wearing any shirt. His chest was broad, sculpted with hard muscle and a light dusting of dark hair trailing down to disappear beneath his waistband. He looked to be in his early forties, with sharp jawline, piercing gray eyes, and thick black hair streaked with silver at the temples. He was sinfully attractive and dangerously so.

Rina will be happy to take note of your suggestions. ”Hello, everyone. Sorry, I’m late…” interrupts a booming male voice. Everyone turns towards the man who has just entered the room. He was wearing a black suit, an ebony long-sleeved shirt, and no tie. His black hair, that’s heavily streaked with white, looks newly-trimmed with a Burr Cut. This almost clean-shaven military style made his face look a little more severe despite him smiling. ”You’re looking good elder brother, if not slightly red. Are you aiming for a tan?”