Conrad Fisher Hair Novels & Stories

Conrad is not only dramatic, but he also believes G****e that much. “Why would you even G****e if steak is good for anything?” He immediately defends himseld, “I'm on a diet too, you know. A healthy one. And mind you, I also go to the gym during weekends.” A part of me believes Conrad because he wouldn't look handsome and perfectly fit if he doesn't go to the gym. It takes much effort to look ravishing like my friend here. He look like he didn't age at all.

“Stay-cation. I bought the family tickets to a local resort for a relaxing day off. Spas, pools, the whole works. They won’t be back until morning.” I let out a low whistle, that was impressive. “You really went all out for this” “Anything for my baby sister” he said simply My gaze traveled away from Mason, drifting toward the long table laden with trays of snacks and drinks. My heart skipped a beat, but not in a good way. Among the sea of faces, one stood out like a stain on a clean sheet. Conrad Fisher. The sheer nerve of him. He was standing there, reaching for a drink as if he hadn't shattered Mia's heart into a million pieces just hours ago.

He gave me another awkward, closed-mouth smile and left. I dropped a stack of files on Conrad’s desk at the end of my workday, just as he was returning from his rooftop deck smelling of cigarette smoke, his thick, silver-streaked hair all a mess. He cleared his throat. “Thank you, Fiona.” He nodded at the pile of paperwork and paced over to meet me at the desk. “Of course.” I flashed him a polite smile. “I’m going to head out now, unless you need anything else.”

It was embarrassing—he probably noticed how flustered I was by his sudden visit. He really looked handsome with his new haircut. The kind that makes me think I should really stay loyal to my godfather, yet every time I see Conrad, it’s like I’m being tempted. His biceps looked great in that jersey. There’s no denying his build has gotten bigger too. My mom suddenly stepped closer to me. “Ah, wait a moment, Conrad. I just need to talk to my daughter,” she said. Here it comes—I’m definitely going to get questioned.

, oh so that's where I remember his face from "Wow ... you've really grown", I said in awe, because the Conrad I remember was... uglyyy I wonder why ugly people were always bullies, was it because they were so insecure about themselves they decided to project it on other's? But the person standing right here was no ugly bully. He was handsome as fuck . He was blonde, but his hair was longer and his eyes more of a Hazel... deep brownish setting. He was really really attractive. "I can say same to you honestly ", he said checking me out.

Less than two minutes later, the door swung open. The first person through was a man Conner didn’t recognize. He was short, perhaps five-nine, with a chunky build. By his face, Conner judged him to be in his early thirties, though his balding head made him look older. The top of his skull was nearly completely bald, with only a few wisps of dark brown hair lying flat against his white skin. To compensate, he’d grown the hair on the sides and back long, and gathered it into a short ponytail in the back.

MAXINE He had short curly blond hair and blue eyes. His skin was a beautiful tan orange and his jaw was chiseled. When he smiled, I was so distracted by his dazzling teeth and pretty lips. They looked like kissable lips… I didn't realize that I had been staring until he chuckled and said, "I'm Conrad." He said. "What's your name?" I cleared my throat. "Annalise." I replied and shook my head quickly, "But you can call me Anna."

There was laughter as some of them spoke to each other quietly, but it was barely louder than the sound of rustling papers. And then the door opened again. Conrad walked in like he owned the place. He wore a three-piece suit today, navy blue, with a crisp white shirt and a silk tie in his signature navy. His hair was slicked back neatly, and he had that look in his eyes, the one that made people trust him even when they shouldn’t. But when his eyes landed on me, he stopped, just for a second. His body went still, like someone had yanked a string. Then, just as quickly, he recovered.