Conrad Fisher Hair Novels & Stories

He gathered my hair behind my back, his actions gentle. Conrad leaned back in his chair, studying me. “That’s admirable. But sometimes, a little trouble can add spice to life. Don’t you think?” I shifted uncomfortably, trying to divert the conversation. “Speaking of spice, do you have any recommendations for places to visit during these two days, Conrad?”

It gave him morbid pleasure to discover that Aaron Condor, The Casanova of Caines, still had it. Aria had gone out to get a haircut that morning, just when Aaron was getting used to the hair too. He decided it was in fact the hair that he didn't like. When he saw her again the day after meeting her, he went right up to her and pulled her hair out of the rigid ponytail she had it in and let it fall down onto her shoulders. As her hair spilled down, Aaron had to admit she was more than striking. She was gorgeous. He almost never changed his mind about these things.

I asked him. Conrad looked at me again with confusion while feeling the hair on his face. It isn't that long but it irritates me. "Okay," he uttered as if he is willing to do anything I ask him to.

" Harvey remained silent. He knelt stiffly on the prayer cushion at Zachary's command. The electric clippers buzzed, shearing Harvey's hair into a military crop. Dark locks fell like storm clouds around him as he stared fixedly at the benevolent stone saint enshrined above—its merciful expression so unlike Leonard's eternal impassivity. Leonard existed beyond worldly concerns, neither joyful nor wrathful. And yet, he wielded thunderbolts that cowed the entire Fisher clan. Harvey's fists clenched, knuckles cracking audibly. His pitch-black eyes swirled like deadly quagmires. Beau was already shaved bald for his post-accident surgery. Now, he watched as Zachary mercilessly took the clippers to

He had even gained an erection from watching them. He rode back home on his scooter. When he was home, he attempted to call Leah again but he still couldn't reach her. He kept wondering what big Margaret had asked Conrad to do. He wondered how soon before the truth about Mr. Fisher's disappearance and whereabouts was uncovered. Then he remembered the lovemaking between Conrad and Sarah he'd just witnessed. It was wild. He imagined himself with Leah like that someday. He dropped another message for Leah and laid down. – – –

“If only I’d known you were in town, I would have invited you personally!” “Javier beat you to it.” The man frowned. “…Bardem?” “The hairdresser,” I added helpfully. “The… hairdresser?” the man asked, obviously lost. “All the stars love him,” Connor said, as though everybody knew THAT. Then he gently steered me around the producer. Mr. Lewis Vonder wouldn’t give up, but trailed alongside us like a puppy dog. “Are you thinking of expanding into the movie business, Connor?” “No, I’m just here for the free food,” Connor said as we walked through the hall towards the back of the house.

she asked cautiously, pretending to probe for more information. "I recently found two strands of chocolate-brown, wavy, medium-length hair inside his jacket—on the inner lining." Stephanie’s tone was sharp. "If it were just on his suit, I wouldn’t think much of it. But inside? That’s not something that happens unless someone is very, very close to him." Chocolate-brown, wavy, medium-length hair! Sierra’s fingers instinctively ran through her own hair. That... was exactly how her hair looked. She had only recently dyed it because, as Conrad’s secretary, she frequently accompanied him to events. It had been a while since she last saw Stephanie, so she probably hadn’t noticed the change.

“What’s funny?’ “You were hating me just now, but you’re combing my hair right now? Are you crazy?” She was going to become mentally ill thanks to him. “You should value your long hair,” Conrad said dispassionately. Fia remembered that Esme had the same hair as her. “So you remembered Esme while looking at my long hair?” Conrad’s mood was completely spoiled. He simply left the comb in her hair and returned to the bedroom. Fia took the comb and slammed it on the ground, her eyes all red.

His new look was a disguise to prevent people from connecting him to the long-haired goth man from the sexy video. Speaking of his hair, he had much less of it and could no longer hide his face behind it. He had what Cassandra called a sensible cut. It was very short on the sides, with a few waves allowed on top. She couldn't keep her fingers out of it, and he found he didn't mind that at all.

It was a noticeable gap. Plus, Mr. Fisher’s cufflinks were encrusted with diamonds, and his whole aura screamed upper-class elite. The way he threw punches—it felt like he’d trained in something like Krav Maga. Scott narrowed his eyes. “You really took a close look, didn’t you?” Feeling praised, she grinned. “I’ve always had a sharp eye!” He laughed too. “So Mr. Fisher is noble, righteous, and skilled in combat—what, you think he’s handsome too?”