Conrad Fisher Hair Novels & Stories

His thin red hair shining amongst the lights, and bright eyes smiling as if he loves his job and is the happiest man alive. "Sorry Mr. Steel. Had we known you were arriving we would have had a more secure entrance." I raise a brow not sure who the hell this guy is. Noticing my skepticism, he holds his hand out to shake. "I'm Conrad and I'm in charge of security. We help celebrities and high profiles get inside the building without hassle of the paparazzi." "Are you okay?" I take my attention off Conrad, and directed it toward Tate. She seems a little frazzled, as she nods.

“Great! Why don’t you come to our room?” Zain popped up over L. Fisher’s shoulder. He had his hair pulled up in a ponytail. The ends went past his shoulders. Jackson relaxed a little at the sight. Anyone who let their male wolves grow their hair out that long had to be a decent person. His grin felt a little more real as Zain’s head tilted to the side and he took an obvious sniff of the air. Jackson stepped back so there was room for them to follow. “This is Wren. I’m Jackson.”

He wasn't old, but his hair was shaved close, and his eyes had the flat, dead look of a shark. "Dr. Willow," he said, offering a hand I did not take. "I am Director Fisher. We have been waiting a very long time for your call." "Let's skip the small talk, Fisher," I said, keeping my voice low behind my silver mask. "You want the biological sequence to stabilize your synthetic projects, and I want to talk about Zack." Fisher smiled, it was a slow, empty stretch of his lips. He turned and gestured for us to follow him into a massive office with floor-to-ceiling windows.

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.

But that was the limit for a 27-year-old woman with no work experience! The fact that Fisher Corp generously offered her the position of CTO was purely because she had once been his woman. Harvey raised his hand, slicking back the damp strands of hair that clung to his forehead after being drenched in red wine. His sharp, chiseled features became even more imposing with his slicked-back wolf-cut hairstyle, and the last drop of wine slid down his jaw. His striking looks were so exceptional that even with red wine splashed all over him, he looked as if he had just walked off a battlefield, all bloodstained yet undefeated.

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.