Kevin Alvarez Haircut Novels & Stories

Kevin shrugged his shoulders “No one can judge, we all like different things, don’t we guys?” Kevin glanced at his men, and they all nodded in response. “Anyway. He starts with the face and works downward. Once you are all peeled, he starts pulling out your nails one by one.” Kevin crouched down in front of the guy and stared him straight in the eyes. “Let’s try this again. I will ask you for the last time. Who are you working for?” The guy only stared back at Kevin making no attempt to answer. “Okay. Suit yourself. We will do it the hard way.”

It was data that could be found online anyway, so there was no fear of others knowing about it. Kevin Lindstrom could also help him confirm this. He greeted Kevin to take a seat and curiously sized him up. Based on looks, Kevin was about 27 or 28 years old with prominent features. He had wheat-colored skin and had a crewcut. He was also buff as his bulging chest muscles could be seen through his shirt. Overall, he looked very healthy and lean. Moreover, the way he stood and sat was very proper, revealing an elegant and dignified appearance. He was obviously not an ordinary person.

Kevin was the only person around who could drag me out of my dark thoughts and make me laugh like nothing was wrong. Still, I wasn’t sure I was in the mood to be seen in public. “I really don’t have the strength for the paparazzi today,” I muttered. “And you know what happened after that video went viral. The last thing I want is some random stranger recognizing me.” Kevin tapped his chin as if he was thinking deeply, then his face lit up. “Wait here.” He disappeared into his room and came back a few minutes later holding two baseball caps and a pair of sunglasses. “We’re going undercover,” he said, like it was the most brilliant plan in the world.

He wasn’t like the rogues from before. He was… cleaner. Stronger. His eyes locked onto mine. And I felt it. Recognition. Not from me. From him. “Well,” he said, voice smooth, almost amused. “That was easier than expected.” Kael stepped forward, placing himself slightly in front of me. “State your name,” he said coldly. The man smiled. “Names are earned,” he replied. “And you haven’t earned mine yet, Alpha.” The insult hung in the air. Heavy.

“It’ll grow back.” “If you’re sure about hacking it off, and if you own a pair of clippers, and if you’ll let me come along on the road with you, I’ll cut it for you.” Chase looked at her oddly. “You’re a barber too?” “Axel went through a punk stage and I got pretty good at trimming up the sides of his Mohawk.” “You close to your brother?” “He avoids being seen with me in public these days because of the bad press.” Maybe that’s why Chase was dragging his heels. Ava slowly let her hands drop and glanced away.

I tried to move in, but two of Kevin's lackeys blocked my path. "Where are you going with that mud-colored ass, Alvarez?" the one with the mohawk asked. "To stop the fight, you dumbass," I snapped. "Oh, she speaks," the one with dyed purple hair mused. "I wonder what else that mouth can do?" "First of all, ew. Second, step aside or I'll do something I won't regret." They laughed. "She thinks she's Supergirl." "You asked for it," I muttered. I drove my fist into Mohawk's jaw, knocking him out cold. I shook my hand out as he crumpled. I turned to purple hair.

I decided to wait for something more spicy. I took a pic of me holding the bulge in my own boxers. Luckily I was only half hard and it wasn’t too obscene. *Damn, putting me to shame.* Come on Kevin. Send more. I’d totally given up on watching the TV. My eyes were glued to my phone. A new snap arrived. I quickly opened it. Kevin was tugging down his waistband revealing his bush. The hairs were dark and curly but they looked kinda soft. *I should probably trim huh?*

Sitting behind a desk felt more like a boss speaking to his employee than a man speaking with the love of his life. Alvara looked beautiful with her new hair. Platinum streaks weaved through the gold. The style was different as well. Gone was the long hair with ratty ends. She had opted for a long Chinese bob. Savanah had wanted the style but feared it wouldn't suit her face. How wrong she had been.

Kevin was a good guy, well, he was definitely a good guy compared to the much older Xavier. Kevin stood at 5'9", dark skinned with a bald head. He always wore hoodies and he was as fat as a guy can get. He was naturally big built but on top of that he was really fat- like donut eating police officer fat, if that makes sense. "Is that so?" Xavier asked calmly as his eyes went to the screen where the game was taking place but his eyes would casually falter back to the young couple, "I've been giving you extension after extension Kevin," Xavier told him, stating the obvious.

"Isn't Suzy's fiancé a redhead?” I can't hold back and I end up rolling my eyes. I've never shown a photo of Dean, nor described his appearance. If you did, you wouldn't confuse your blonde hair with red hair. “Yes, it was! "Uncle Kevin agrees. I hardly recognize him without all the hair from fifteen years ago. Now there is only the shadow of a fluff surrounding your bright bald head.