Harvey Specter Haircut Novels & Stories

However, Harvey seemed a little distracted as he thought about Victoria's disappearance at the Lazer house while they talked for a moment. “If you have something else to take care of, Mr. Spector, I won't take up any more of your time. Shall we continue our discussion tomorrow?” Mattew could apparently tell that there was something on Harvey's mind, so he politely said. “Thank you for understanding Mr. Figueiredo. I really have something else to attend to right now.” Harvey laughed shyly as he said. “That's fine. You can get on with your tasks!” Mattew sent him politely, and Harvey shook Mattew's hand as they left Mattew's office.

I’d told Harley last night I couldn’t pin it down, but it was there, like a whisper I couldn’t quite hear. The SPLINTX deal was a triumph, no question. LOTEX was poised to dominate the European market, and I should’ve been basking in it. Instead, I was distracted by her. The way her dress hugged her curves, the memory of her body pressed against mine in the suite this morning, her moans echoing in my head. She was trouble, and I fucking loved it. But trouble had a price, and I wasn’t sure I was ready to pay it. “Bruce, you gonna eat or just stare at your secretary all day?” Harvey’s voice jolted me, his smirk barely hiding his irritation. He cut into his steak, shaking his head. “We just clo

The smile he gives me is small, satisfied, loaded with silent ownership. Then he looks away to Declan as if I were merely a confirmed data point. “Callahan,” Harvey says, his voice low and absolutely controlled. “Prescott.” Declan’s voice is a rusty blade, more dangerous than polished steel precisely because of its roughness. “Three minutes. Make them count.” Harvey walks to the table without being invited. He doesn’t sit—he remains standing, hands clasped behind his back, occupying the space with that naturalness of someone who never learned to ask permission.

“Bro, look. Lucky, I stopped her. If this tomboy had thrown herself at you, your ribs might’ve cracked.” Harvey glanced at James’ hand, and the corner of his pale pink lips lifted slightly… just enough to resemble Scarlett’s signature smirk. “She’s so skinny, that wouldn’t happen,” he said casually as he strolled into the villa. Under the lights, Harvey looked every bit the fantasy—tall and elegant, hands in his coat pockets. The collar of his jacket covered part of his jawline, and even his side profile looked like it belonged in a high-end comic series… straight out of a modern-day fairy tale.

“I said I want to be left alone.” “You know I never do what people tell me to do.” With a loud screeching sound, Sed dragged a chair across the tile floor to the side of the bed and sat. “Sed, I honestly don’t—” “Those staples in your head look bad ass. You should keep them permanently.” Trey ran his hand over the shaved side of his head, his slightly curved index finger brushing over the arc of black staples. “I don’t know. I don’t think this haircut is me.”

Harrison begins to say to me as I forcibly unlatch my gaze from him, pouring my concentration on the other three and I coo at them, sneaking up closer with my eyes bouncing from one’s head to another. “Whoa…top knots huh, not bad- gives you guys the perfect hipster looks!” I gush on than necessary, admiring their new haircuts with a grin. While Hayes and Harlow have theirs with a shave at their sides, Harrison’s is with a mid-fade as he wiggles his brows at me, suddenly thrusting Silver in front of him and super close to me. “Stop fusing over the unnecessary and tell what you think about him” Hayes tells me and with him being brought up this close to my face, I can’t help but ogle at his new

Who would help him break the curse? - Wear on. – Samson gave the silver mask and black wig to Harvey. Honestly, Harvey really hates putting someone else's hair on his head but there is no other way. This very special hair will make him and his companion exposed before Lucasta's eyes. At least, Samson had to have time to approach her and talk. If she ran away or screamed as soon as they appeared, both of their efforts would be lost in the sea. - My handsomeness has decreased by fifty percent. – Harvey clicked his tongue as he looked at himself in the mirror.

Harvey calmly raised his head before glancing in the direction of the voice. “Did I tell you to speak?” The righteous-looking elder immediately stopped talking, his expression ugly. Naturally, he believed that he was here to uphold justice… But he didn’t think that he’d be this intimidated with just a single glance. “Impressive! “You’ve got guts! “What a show!” A faint chuckle was heard from inside the courtyard the moment Harvey stepped in. Harvey and Shay looked over; they saw Cedric in a Givenchy suit, smoking a thin and long cigar with a group of people behind him.

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.

“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.”