Damon Albarn Haircut Novels & Stories

The sound of the door opening behind me had me turning my head. Damon stepped inside, dressed in his usual dark jeans and black button-up, the sleeves rolled to his elbows. His hair was damp, like he’d just come in from a shower somewhere else. He didn’t look at me right away, his eyes instead going to Isla for a brief moment. “You didn’t sleep here,” I said, my voice low but steady. He didn’t flinch. “No. I didn’t.” I crossed my arms over my chest, not bothering to hide the frown that pulled at my lips. “Why?”

Lana accepts with a nod, knowing fully well she might let out her growing need for him inside her again if she decides to speak. Alpha Damon wipes off the specks of cum on his thigh and lifts his head to glance at Lana. He watched her with a mischievous, and possessive smile on his face. He observed her adjusting her fiery red hair, and snug crop top, trying to look normal like she hadn't just made him grow a new fetish.

He was also wearing his lip ring and it caught the sun, adding to his sex appeal. There was a sheen of sweat covering his rippling muscles as he jogged but the longer I looked, I realized there was something different about his appearance. And then it clicked. Dorian has gotten a fresh haircut. Most of the time I’d seen him at practice in the last forty-eight hours, he had his helmet on and besides, I avoided him like the plague. His red hair has been shaved to the low buzzcut he was wearing the first time he came into the locker room. I felt an unexpected stab of displeasure.

In the morning I woke up to a text from Damian that read "Looking forward to tonight." It was such a simple and to the point text that I couldn't help but smile. It screamed 'Damian' in every sense. I have yet to meet a man so direct and as straightforward the way he is. I didn't even walk downstairs to have breakfast with Mark and my sister. I started getting ready in the bathroom. Taking an everything shower, drying and styling my hair in loose waves. It was a style Damian had yet to see me in, and judging by the last time, when he tugged my ponytail down he prefers my hair to be let loose and on its own.

It didn’t make sense to him. Dalton strolled into the gym like he didn’t have a care in the world. Normally, the top of his hair would be combed over to the side with bangs hang to the side of his forehead; cut short on the sides and the back so he would just have to brush that part. But, now his brown hair was messed up and sweaty. It looked like he already had a workout. “Well, it’s about time,” Goldman said as he continued to jog. “I’m only a few minutes late,” Dalton said with a grin.

Not after what Tristen said. I felt so stupid for letting Tristen's words affect me this much, but I couldn't ignore them. When I got home, I was not prepared to see Dameon, talking to an alpha I had never seen before on the driveway. He had brown hair with tattoos along his arms, just like Dameon. When I walked up, they stopped their conversation immediately as they both looked at me.

That hair that I'd die for. Ooops It's not black. This guy has brown hair. I'm sane. It's not Damien. But why does he look so much like him?! Oh Lord, your daughter is going crazy and she needs HELP.

Next, I let my hair put of the bun and let it fall down in waves down my back and face. I don't even recognise the person looking back at me but I know what men like Beta John like and this is it, this is bound to get his attention. The door to the bedroom pulls open and Damon walks in with the knife and the thigh holster in his hands. When his eyes land on me though, he drops them on the floor in shock. “No, no way in hell you're walking into that bar looking like that.” He snarls at me. Yeah, I knew this was exactly how he was going to react.

“Just wanna talk.” • • • [ S E R A P H I N E ] “Are you busy?” Dominico shakes his head faintly. “You didn't say you're coming over.” He no longer looks shocked and opens the door wider for me. It looks like he just got out of the shower. His damp, dark brown hair looks a few inches longer. Some of the ends are touching his stubble. Either he's too busy to get a haircut, or his ex prefers him with long hair.

Alma was now sure that it had to be Damien who ordered all the food for her. She quickly got into the shower and cleaned herself thoroughly but within the shortest time possible. Her hair was still dripping wet when she got out of the bathroom, a white towel around her only covering the essential areas,but to anyone else, it was as though she were totally naked, her soft thighs exposed as her delicate skin shone brightly.