Harvey Specter Haircut Novels & Stories

He groans heavily running his large hands over his face and through his thick jet black curls. "Look, I don't know what to do. But we gotta do something!" He sounds and looks just lost as I am. But so handsome in this water. I love his hair it's in the style of a faux hawk fade and I really want to run my fingers through it. He has the Puerto Rican flag shaved into the left side of his head and 'Boricua' shaved on the right. His barber has mad skills. I'm thinking about taking my brothers to him for their back to school haircuts.

Stevie apologized profusely. "Do it again, and I'll murder you!" Jared snarled so hard saliva was flying. He sat on his expensive spinning chair from behind his desk and grabbed hold of his hair. He raised, and the entire mope was lifted off his scalp. Jared had suffered from a massive hair loss issue for a while now, and by 30 years old, he was balding. He shaved his head because of it, yet he could not seem to accept that as part of his image. Thus, he got himself a wig and wore it around. He had done so for so many years that not even his closest allies and colleagues knew he was bald.

On a second thought Harvey blew the thought off , he had done a good background check on Scarlet and he was sure that she wasn’t the one because this must be some sort of misunderstanding . When Harvey shuan got to the company , he walked straight inside with his guards standing right beside him . He felt really anxious about meeting the eldest daughter and he was absolutely sure that she wasn’t his ex wife . When Harvey got in , the first person he saw was the other enterprise manger who were ten in number already seated , they even got here before him . Harvey just groaned inside and took a seat , he was suprised that the eldest daughter hadn’t arrived and she ordered for them to be here ,

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.

Sort of a playboy that dwells in an ancient man's body. A smile stretches up my lips. “You look…awful.” The grin he had was gone in an instant. His brows furrowed. “I asked for the best haircut…she said it was the best for tawny men.” He said as he bent his head, swirling his neck to give me a three-sixty degree turn. His haircut gave his hair a nice gradient, it was cut very low at the front and tapered to the sides and down his neck, waves form in a spiral at the center of his head, spreading down

I was planning to tell but you are busy with your book and also with finding a partner so I never really got the chance to open it to you. Richard was about to type something when a tall guy wearing a smooth coat that looked more expensive than the coffee shop they were in approached him. His hair was brushed into a nice slick and he smelled fresh. "Are you Richard?" His voice was characterized with such energy and vigor. "Yes and you are?" Richard answered half trembling and half trying to play it cool. "Harvey, call me Harvey" "Nice meeting you" They stretched their arms to shake each other's hands. Harvey took his seat facing Richard. Harvey was a man with a not-bad features, he looked li

] Harvey's response came instantly. [I already did!] [I still don't think that is enough to comfort her.] [I'm thinking about shaving my head, too, but I feel awkward if I do it on my own!] [Cousin, why don't we do it together…?] Nigel's response came with indifference. [I refuse.] [If you're that awkward, you can get Mr. Jim to shave his head with you.] [I'm not going to entertain you.] Looking at the text messages, Harvey sighed. He sat on the couch with the phone in his hand, his palm-sized face filled with sorrow.

"It's getting long. You look like a depressed poet." Sebastian opened one eye. "Is that a compliment?" "No. You need a trim. We are going to a party to fight monsters, right? You need to look sharp. Like a CEO, not a hermit." Sebastian touched his hair. "I haven't been to a barber in three months." "I can do it!" Harper volunteered instantly. "You?" Sebastian looked skeptical. "Yes! I'm a pro!" Harper ran upstairs and came back with a black kit. She opened it to reveal professional scissors, combs, and clips.

“A year and a half.” I can’t help but raise a brow. “Are you serious? This has been going on since before I came back?” “Apparently, yes?” Rosita squeaks in a small voice, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. “Funny, right?” I shrug. “Well, that’s one way to see it. Sure.” But it looks like Harvey is done with this conversation. He stands up, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants. Now that I have a moment to focus on something other than my intruder best friend, I notice he must have just gotten back from the office. He’s still dressed in formal pants and a button-down shirt, a loose tie draped around his shoulders. The only thing missing is his suit jacket.

My pouting seemed to work as he mumbled something about me colluding with the enemy and turned his back. Ecstasy got to work cutting and shaving. He did a really good job and had a speed and precision that made the cut go faster. I watched him cut my hair more, and I tried not to panic. I was going for a look that wasn’t my normal look. I was a soft fade guy. I was always put together. That was the hairstyle my parents wanted from me, and even when Dante took me for a cut, I still had something that screamed "put together." I had never been able to have a cut for myself.