Harvey Specter Haircut Novels & Stories

Hughes chuckled and said, "You must deliver some pretty intricate haircuts." Carey shook his head, "Actually, I'm pretty old-school. The typical haircut at my shop has the customer in and out of the chair within fifteen to twenty minutes. I don't do shampoos or any of those elaborate styles because I typically have too many other customers waiting for a simple haircut. Beard trimming and razor shaves around the ears and neck are about the only options that I offer customers." Hughes stroked his chin in a melodramatic questioning gesture that had Aphrodite rolling her eyes. He asked, "Then what would motivate a customer such as Mr. Justice to hang around your barber shop for hours?"

That meant I wasn’t alone. The sunlight came through the window pane, and its rays lit up the living room. As I stared ahead outside and the streets became busy, the door from Harvey’s room creaked open. He emerged from the door, and my eyes widened at the sight of him. It was as if he’d forgotten to wear a shirt. His red sweatpants hung low on his hips, just enough for the crevices of his V-line to show. His carved muscles flexed as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair. When he saw me sitting on the couch and staring at him, a soft chuckle escaped his mouth.

Harper Oh my gosh you need to see Levy’s face, he is blushing. A burly biker with tatts up and down his arms is blushing like a kid. It’s adorable. “Harper do not push me. I am taking you on a soft date, not a necking in my truck session. Fuck,” he says as he runs his hands through his hair which is down and hangs to his chin. Usually, he wears it up in a man bun but this with his corkscrew curls is way sexier. His warm eyes are, however, dark and I can see that my words have brought something in him back to life.

“Your special.” Jerry's eyes smiled. “Then, let's get to it. As you said, you haven't much time.” “What is it going to cost, Jack?” “For you, my friend... it comes free,” Jerry said, getting to his feet. He crossed to his inner room and brought back with him a briefcase. He set it on the table and opened it. From the suitcase, he took out scissors, a shaving stick, and a make-up set. He began by cutting Gorevoy's thick black hair to a crew cut, then he led him to the bathroom where he gave the hair a strong peroxide rinse.

" Harvey remained silent. He knelt stiffly on the prayer cushion at Zachary's command. The electric clippers buzzed, shearing Harvey's hair into a military crop. Dark locks fell like storm clouds around him as he stared fixedly at the benevolent stone saint enshrined above—its merciful expression so unlike Leonard's eternal impassivity. Leonard existed beyond worldly concerns, neither joyful nor wrathful. And yet, he wielded thunderbolts that cowed the entire Fisher clan. Harvey's fists clenched, knuckles cracking audibly. His pitch-black eyes swirled like deadly quagmires. Beau was already shaved bald for his post-accident surgery. Now, he watched as Zachary mercilessly took the clippers to

Tonight, someone would finally be waiting for him. Harvey faces the mirror and runs his fingers through his black hair, pushing his gelled locks back. He moisturises his face and puts on transparent lipgloss. Cameras will focus on him tonight, and he makes sure to look his best. Harvey doesn't forget to put on a silver watch and a bracelet that goes well with his Russian violet suit. It's five, and his breaths deepen as the time is approaching fast. Harvey takes a look at his written speech one last time while wearing his brand new leather shoes. Someone knocks at the door, and Grayson comes inside. "Sir, are you ready?"

“Besides, I can do that on my own. I will know the man behind this.” It will take some of Terah’s time, but she is positive she will succeed. Then again, Mariah was nowhere to be seen and her problems can wait. "We will charge an extra fee for that," the other man said. He had a buzz cut, the shortest men's haircut. It was a typical military cut and an excellent choice for active lifestyles or hard-to-manage hair types. "It will take us some time, but rest assured, we will know the man behind these. Or the woman behind these. "

Jethro said coldly, unresponsive to Harvey's attempts to be friendly. The conversation had just started, but the atmosphere was already tense and awkward. Harvey was a gentleman and knew that Jethro was a rough one, so he didn't get angry. Moreover, among all Harvey's partners, no one spent as much money as Jethro. "Are you satisfied with the previous item? How much do you want this time?" Harvey asked, not mentioning what the item was, but everyone in the room knew what he was referring to. Harvey specialized in supplying weapons to mercenary armies and criminal gangs in many countries around the world. Additionally, he also sold them to small clients as long as they had money and a need fo

Two hours passed and Harriet is ready to bring down this beauty palace. "What the hell did you do to my hair? Where are my edges? This looks horrible." She screamed, tugging at the extreme end of the black silly weavon. "You said you wanted a style that will cover the baldness of your front hair." The fair-skinned stylist raised her hands in gesticulation. "It is your entire head that will be bald." Harriet spat with nose flared in anger and irritation. "I'm sorry ma'am, but I just did what you told me to do." The stylist frowned.

“What did you do to end up like that?” Harvey shook his head while trying to brush deer guts out of his hair with water and a comb.”I wasn’t thinking too logically last night. I let Echo take over for the most part and he can be savage. Hygiene and aesthetics weren’t on our mind at all.” “ Make’s sense. Are you ready for the meeting? It should have already begun.” Harvey had just thrown on his jacket before nodding his assent. We walked through the doors to the castle and quickly made our way to the parliamentary room.