Justin Jefferson Hair Novels & Stories

Justin informed her that Mister Jefferson could only be available at seven in the evening and as a courtesy for moving it so late, Justin arranged for it to be a dinner meeting instead. “Reservations for Mister Jefferson,” she told the lady at the reception. The lady smiled brightly at her. “Sure. Mister Jefferson is already here.” “Shoot,” she muttered under her breath. “Sweetheart, you may wanna check your hair,” the lady whispered to her. “Sorry, it’s windy outside,” Julianne said. “Thanks.” She stole a quick look at the mirror beside the counter. Her hair was disheveled, which was so much unlike her. She was always organized, always on time. She quickly combed her hair with her fingers a

If anything, it was totally not worth mentioning. But Raeleigh was a little confused as she fixed her eyes on the bow. Jefferson raised his hand to clip the bowtie on Raeleigh's headband. Then, he took a picture of it on his cell phone. The picture was only of the ornament and her accompanying hair. It did not capture her face. The red bowtie paired with Raeleigh's jet-black, soft, shiny hair, greatly enhanced her beauty.

Straightening her hair would absolutely not happen unless the man had some very specific products. Still standing behind her, Jozef brushed his fingers over her jaw then sank them into the springy curls around the base of her head. He freed his fingers and signed, how do you want it to look? Shaun shrugged, I guess I like it the way I usually have it. Then that's how it should look, Jozef agreed.

When I saw that I haven’t screwed up his hair yet, I let out a sigh of relief. “I can do this.” “I have total faith in you,” Justine lied with a smile. I made another few snips, starting in the back where it’s the longest. I ran my fingers through his hair, untangling any snarls that might affect how his hair looks when we're finished. This wasn’t so bad. Even if I screwed up, it’s just hair. It’d grow back eventually. I made another snip, and a larger chunk than I expected fell to the bottom of the tub, clogging the drain along with the rest of it.

He ruffles Justin's brunette locks, giggling at his scowling face. "Stop it." Justin pouted as he tried fixing his dishevelled hair. He was busy setting his hair up when Boby stood, his eyes fixated on the door with his smile so wide. "Jinni !" Boby called out, making Justin turn his head at the direction he's looking at. He saw a tall man with blonde locks walking towards their direction. Justin could only think of a word that would best describe the man as he neared their table. Handsome.

She insisted, "I can do it by myself." Needless to say, Jefferson's response was, "I said, I'll help you with it. Did I ask for your opinion?" Adrienne kept silent. Jefferson was being domineering and unreasonable even when he was trying to help her blow-dry her hair. The hair-dryer was powerful, so it dried her hair rather quickly. Jefferson sniffed at Adrienne's hair and asked, "Which shampoo did you use? Why does it smell so nice?" "Is it?" Adrienne took a section of her hair and sniffed at it carefully. "I don't think so though."

Karina's head was already pressed against the glass behind her. She didn't know what to do, Justin made her confused. "It should be like this," Justin's hand rose, and grabbed the ribbon that tied Karina's hair, he pulled it, then fell strand by strand, until Karina's hair flowed freely very beautifully. Karina was at a loss for words, she had no idea what Justin had just done. The man had just untied Karina's hair. "I prefer it this way," Justin said giving Karina a red ribbon.

I forced myself to not get angry at his irk possessiveness and smiled, gently pushing him with both of my hands on his chest. "Good girl." He beamed and I heaved a sigh, appreciating the fact that my vivacious Justin was back. "Can you please get out of here? I need to have a bath." I smiled, trying to pack my hair but it seemed to be stuck by my zipper. It was difficult and painful because my hair was shoulder-length wavy hair and it was stretched to hook on my zipper. I turned around, ignoring the negligibly small gap that was between Justin and I. "Help me out with this." I touched my hair.

He stay in his position for hours now but he doesn't mind staying this way just to not disturb Celestine's sleep. "So beautiful," he mumbled while he was caressing her cheek, down to her hair. Celestine's hair is longer now than the first time he had seen her. But he likes her hair long. He had seen in interviews that Celestine just only had a particular hairstyle and it is straight hair that is above her shoulders. From her first interview as a model until her recent interviews, her hair did not change except her hair to the magazine covers which she is required to wear a wig.

"Why would you do such a thing? Your red and long hair was one of the things I loved about you so why did you take such a drastic decision?" "I have always wanted to cut my hair and dye it blonde," Jasmine said casually. She stood up and approached him. "So you don't like the hairstyle?" She asked as tears started to form in her eyes. "No it's not that!" Justin quickly refuted when he saw that she was close to crying. The last thing he wanted was for him to make her cry. "I was just used to you being a redhead that this whole transformation is a lot for me to take in," Justin confessed.