George Not Found Haircut Novels & Stories

Cecilia joined us a while later, having a huge smile on her face, but she silently watched me cut her father's hair. I had once seen an eye-catching haircut in a book in Gwen's library, I believe it was called a brutus for some reason but I knew it would suit Christopher's face perfectly and he would look so gentlemanly in it, so I settled for it; giving him average sideburns and cutting his hair low. By the time I was done, he looked really different... so different, my breath caught in my throat. I thought he was good-looking before but now he looked like one of those Greek gods I've read about, it was so unnatural.

“This is a double wedding, right? Leigh might be there, but sure she’ll -” I groan at George. “Fine!” I growled at her. “What time is that?” George smiled smugly at me. “In an hour?” She chuckled when I narrowed my eyes, wanting to kill her by just glaring at her. I stood up, took off my jacket suit, and gave it to her. “Call my driver,” I said, facing the mirror to check on my looks. I haven’t shaved in a week and wondered if Leigh would notice it. “Just tell Zyra to go there by herself. She has her own driver anyway.”

Nick's father shared almost the same facial structure as Nick, but his features were softer and less striking, lacking the sharp, refined edges that made Nick's presence so commanding. Perhaps due to the video call, George seemed less imposing than rumors suggested. His hair was streaked with gray, and his square glasses gave him a scholarly appearance. While he rarely smiled, his tone was surprisingly gentle, though he spoke sparingly, not appearing overly enthusiastic. Nick didn't seem inclined to let his father talk too much to Khloe. He quickly took the phone upstairs, leaving George's sudden shift to business matters behind. Khloe exchanged a look with Nick before he retreated to the st

To make things more convincing, Daniel had not let me wear any underwear. My entire parts were exposed to George. He reached out and tried to pluck a pubic hair, but he realized it would not budge. "Wow, the hair transplant technology is amazing. It's completely rooted." The discomfort made me furrow my brows a little. I turned to Daniel, signaling him to think of a way to stop George from hurting me. Daniel looked rather anxious as well. He only wanted me to use my mouth to help George. He had not expected things to escalate like this.

I gasp slightly, "those sneaky dicks." Annie laughs, "hey, at least they are just dancing, it could be worse." I nod in agreement, "that's true. They could be sneaking away to secretly go to the spa without us." "I might actually kill George if he did that," Annie jokes. "Speaking of the spa though," I say. "I need a haircut and since we aren't docking tomorrow I thought we could have a girls day." "Yes please," Annie groans. "As much as I love him, George is driving me crazy."

He could not even see their shadows. Harold was speechless. He wanted to cry, and he went weak in the knees. “Georgie, I…” “Get out of here,” George said coldly. “I’m not in the mood of handling any of your business.” “No, George, I…” George did not plan to listen to him. He was about to close the door when a small figure stepped out and immediately squeezed in through the door’s gap. When George looked at the hairy and soft head, he was slightly stunned. “Grapie?”

"We're looking for another fella to liven up our relationship. You're a little young, but I'm good with that." Jewel closed her eyes and wondered if she could crawl under a table without them noticing. Wade didn't even blink. "At the moment I'm not available, but if my social calendar opens up, I'll be sure to let you know." He looked George up and down. "I've never been into the skinny hairy type, but I'm willing to try anything once." For the first time ever, George blushed. He turned quickly, mumbling about cleaning the kitchen before the next rush started, and left the room.

"You're sure about this, George? You’re sure my Head of Strategic Acquisitions is engaging in... unprofessional conduct?" "I’d bet my life on it! I saw the man myself, charcoal suit, platinum links, looking like he just won the lottery," George hissed, his voice cracking with excitement. "He walked out of here looking far too satisfied." Killian’s jaw tightened. "Open the door, George. Let’s see this satisfaction for ourselves." George didn't hesitate. He grabbed the handle and flung the door open with enough force to make it bang against the interior wall, his face twisted in a mask of triumphant malice.

Monica emerged from the bedroom at seven-fifteen, dressed and ready for her call, and stopped in the bathroom doorway at the sight of her husband — sleeves rolled up, hair tie wrapper stuck to his forearm, a look of exhausted triumph on his face — standing behind their daughter, who was examining a pair of braids that were, undeniably, slightly asymmetrical, slightly loose, and completely, charmingly his own creation. "Look, Mama," Georgia said, turning to show off the finished work with the pride of someone unveiling a masterpiece. "George did my hair. It has character." Monica looked at the braids. Looked at George's face — the specific mixture of exhaustion and pride of a man who had just