Novel & Cerita Hairjob

Neveah sang and she and Kyle led me to the big white sink I sat down and leaned my head back and Kyle washed the soap out my hair. "How did you know I wanted back my natural hair?" I asked Neveah though my eyes were closed "Your curly hair then straightened hair and other wise looked terrible so I had a hunch you wanted natural so I asked Kyle to cut it." Neveah explained "He then put in a special shampoo like liquid to remove any of the straighten ends in you curled tips so now you can re-grow your hair."

“What the fuck did you do to your hair?” She flops into the chair with a huff. “I knew you’d hate it.” Reaching over, I run my fingers through the rough cut. A natural blonde like me, Heather has butchered her long locks into a terrible above-the-shoulders bob with streaks of black and red throughout. “It looks like a prison haircut.”

"Dr. Patterson, if you'll just hold your head still for me." Shaun wanted to growl her annoyance as the person doing her hair straightened her head by pushing her chin forward. The man was fingers deep in Shaun's tight curls, trying his best to straighten them. She could tell he wasn't used to working with hair like hers. Her tight curls were usually pulled back in a ponytail or left in an afro that framed her head. Sometimes when she was travelling, depending on the country and her access to clean hygiene, she would have her hair braided into tight rows to keep maintenance down.

She was curious but doesn't want to lie, it was none of her business. The ladies got to work immediately, they washed her long hair thoroughly with sweet-scented shampoo probably strawberry, and deep-conditioned her unruly locks. After blow-drying it, they combed it out with a hot comb before curling it with a curling iron. After giving her hair a nice curl, she was surprised to see how much she changed with just a simple hairstyle. The other lady started carving out her eyebrows immediately after the hair stylist was done. She almost smiled at how good the rich treatment was.

Chapter Twenty-six "Miss are you sure you want that hairstyle?" Question to the woman combing my hair. "Do I look like I'm joking?" I asked him coldly. She shook her head and trying to knock some sense on my head again but my decision is already final no one can change my mind. "Your hair is naturally shinny and wavy and suits you well. It's even naturally light brown and too long. Don't you even regret it?" "You're wasting my time. Are you going to cut it or what?! Do I still need to call your manager for making your customer wait?!" He didn't answer anymore, he combed it and bonded it on the top of my head and cut it.

I went in there and just told the hairstylist to give me a quick haircut. "Quick haircut? You mean your hair?" The male hairstylist asked me with knitted brows. He stared at my beautiful long wavy hair as if it wouldn't be easy for him to give me a quick haircut. But I nodded to him and told him that he could just give me a simple style, totally different from the one I had right now.

Her hands work magic on my scalp, massaging and rubbing in all the right spots I feel like a new and improved version of myself as she curls the last lock. My now ashy blonde hair falls in beautiful waves down to my breasts. The strands around my face lighter and shorter than the others framing my face. The glorius results are totally worht the numb butt that I've gotten from sitting in a chair for the last four or five hours. I am honestly surprised that Shade and Ryder have stayed with me during the entire appointment. "Et voilà!" Callie exclaims running her hands through the extremely soft hair, puffing it up and rearranging it around my face.

I'm just not comfortable with the subject. After the makeup, they also styled my hair. Carl chose a sleek low bun for me. He gathered my hair at the back of my neck and twisted it into a neat bun, securing it with pins. He left a few strands loose to frame my face. This style is elegant and keeps my hair tidy for the family dinner.

She used to get startled by his desire to be naked but got used to it by now. "Your haircut!" she suddenly remembered. "Your barber fixed an appointment for you this evening. So don't forget," she walked closer. "You have long hair and your hairline is perfect too..." she wanted to touch his hair but held back her urges. "A classic pompadour hairstyle will suit you best...it will go well with your beard too..." "Pompadour, huh?" Jeremy asked, running his fingers through his hair. His barber always asks him to style his hair that way, but he'd refuse since he doesn't like to put much effort into styling his hair every day.

A second passed by before she continued. "Can I touch it? Hope it's not blazing as well?" I was yet to fully comprehend her sentence when Jeyre reached for my hair from across the tiny table between us, and within seconds, she had her hand wrapped in the silky length of crystal hair. "Hmm, still the same texture and feel as your previous natural black hair. Just that, this feels a bit silkier." I stiffled a laugh when she raised a handful and sniffed. "Nothing different, still same scent of chocolate and mint flavors." She noted, looking so serious I couldn't help but smell my own hair as well.