Conrad Fisher Hair Novels & Stories

The first, unsurprisingly, came from Conrad. He stood by one of the tall marble columns near the refreshment table, dressed in a tailored cream suit that couldn’t quite disguise how hollow he looked. His hair, once meticulously combed, had begun to fall loosely over his forehead. His tie was slightly askew, qnf his eyes looked like he had been wrung out and left to dry in the sun. There was melancholy in them, a sadness that seemed to beg me for something, though I couldn’t tell what. I met his gaze without flinching and scoffed inwardly. Too little, too late.

“I sensed your surprise.” “It's just that Becca told me something I had never imagined,” I said calmly. “My hair is a sign of the chaos.” Connor raised his eyebrows and then took in my ponytail devotedly. “It's gorgeous, so it's the prettiest sign of chaos I've ever seen,” the wolf said seriously, and I laughed. We grabbed our things, got changed, and Lion glammed us up. I didn't know what I looked like, but the others looked different. Biel had reddish-brown hair, while Drago and Aris had black hair. Connor looked pretty much the same, and Lion seemed to be a very different old man.

Connor’s eyes widen at the deafening insult in front of his face. “You—“ he doesn’t finish what he wants to react when Paul turns him around as he shampoos his hair. The black dye keeps on mixing with the shampoo. He doesn’t want to praise the CEO because he knows how full Connor is for himself sometimes. “My lord…. Why can’t you wear reddish hair even just for me?” Connor becomes speechless—making his headache triggers more. “Terribly not, my husband—“ His words halted when Paul rested his chin on his shoulder as the water keeps flowing above their head.

I tried to put my hair into an elegant bun, but I don't think I quite succeeded. Connor walks up behind me and places his hands on my waist. "You're beautiful no matter how your hair is." He kisses my cheek but I lightly touch my hair. "Are you sure? Maybe I should try a different style." He groans and kisses my mark. "Stop trying to distract me, Connor." "Baby, if it bothers you that much, just wear it down. I promise, if anyone's looking at your hair, they're gay, or a girl." He says.

I'm sure my hubby noticed it too. We were introduced to several people, but one man caught my eye straight away. He was about six foot two with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He had thick, messy black hair that fell over his forehead onto his tanned face. His rugged looks and perfect smile made him incredibly handsome. I held out my hand as we were introduced. When he looked into my eyes with the deepest bedroom-blue gaze I'd ever seen, I felt my cheeks grow warm. "Hi, I'm Conrad. And you are?" he asked as he held my hand.

He cooed, "I always need you, and I always will." After a very steamy shower, I walked out into our closet, and chose a pair of black leggings and a long, royal blue silk button up shirt with three-quarter sleeves. I decided on a pair of black flats and then I went to my make up table to blow dry my hair. I left it down and just let it do its own thing. I really didn't feel like doing anything special with it. Conri asked, "You're not putting your hair up?" I answered, "No, I think I may leave it as is. What do you think?" He smiled, "I love your hair down. I'm fine with it." I flirted, "Good. I would love to see you keep your hair loose one of these days. I love your hair, just as much as y

The Billionaire Sugar Daddy Chapter 53 LOVELY day for the new CEO, Connor Vozinelik. He is stretching his arms to feel the sense of accomplishment from this morning. He is still lazy to pick up the telephone to call his reluctant secretary. He stands up from his fine dark blue swivel chair then looks into the mirror. He sighed, "I need some blackening shampoo again," he mumbles to himself after seeing some orangey part of his hair. Connor is still hot even in his orange hair, but he hates it when some of his colleagues mistaken him for being an Asian idol.

I urged him nervously. Conrad sighed deeply, but without a word, he got to work. I closed my eyes and counted to calm my still anxious heart and try to remember what could have happened to me. "Done." Conrad announced, and I lifted my sore hand to check their length. I felt relief as soon as their heaviness disappeared. They may have been beautiful, thick, and curly, but sometimes they weighed too much. And now they even tried to strangle me. "Thank you." I turned around and smiled softly. Conrad stood staring at my half-short hair and smiled back as soon as he noticed my relief.

Where Charlie was small and pale and Clark was tall and dark, Carter was rather plain with brown hair and skin, but Conrad? Conrad was genuinely beautiful. His hair was a long sheet of black so deep it held a blue cast. John would have sworn it was silk coming from his head if he weren't certain it was only very, very fine hair. His skin was flawless with a slight tan and his eyes were slanted with color the same shade as a sticky sweet John had loved on Zon. For his life, he couldn't look away until Clark kicked his shin under the table and he realized he'd missed part of the silent conversation.

My desperation was a tangible thing, thick enough to choke on. “I promise,” I said, my voice barely more than a whisper. Conrad smiled—small and satisfied, like a fisherman who'd just snagged a particularly stubborn salmon. “Good.” He let that moment settle before his gaze swept over me with surgical precision. “But first…” He paused, lips curving slightly, “We need to fix your look.” I glanced down at myself instinctively—jeans, jacket, faded shirt still damp from the rain. Just moments ago, this outfit had felt like comfortable anonymity. Now, it felt like a brand of shame.