Matt Rife Haircut Novels & Stories

“Matt? My eyes widened at the sight of him and the brunette, pretty girl from shorts. Was it the Matt I was watching earlier? As I remembered what we had done on deck last night, it made my body all blush with shame. He had made me come with his hand, and then licked his finger. And me run away. Trying to ignore that flood of embarrassment, I looked at him for a few moments, intrigued. No, he wasn't wearing a pirate wig this time, but neither was he the same Matt from before. It was so close now that I could see it in more detail. new haircut, and the way the blue of his shirt matched his eyes. He no he had shaved and looked sexier than last night, darker than his hair with

I frown at him. "It's going to bruise, Mattia!" I scold, getting up from his lap. I greet the salon team, and while at it, I ask if they could also cut Mattia’s hair. Fortunately, they were prepared to take care of my companion as well. I go up with them, and they start working on my hair, creating a side braid with some strands falling along the sides of my face. While Mattia is getting his hair cut, I take a quick shower just to cleanse my skin and prepare for my makeup. I step out of the bathroom in a robe and am surprised to see Mattia already with his hair cut and his beard trimmed.

"You fucking bastard," Rafe says. His back is rigid, his hands clenched. In the back waistband of his jeans I see the handle of a gun, and I'm both shocked and relieved to see that he has one, too. But it does him no good tucked away like that. If he moves a muscle, Matt might shoot him where he stands. "I tried to do this the nice way," Matt says, "but you wouldn't listen to reason." "What do you want?" Rafe asks. "More money?"

“You ready, Bobbie?” Mel was having a panic attack, her perfectly manicured nails fanning her face. Candice was biting her lip, preventing herself from squirming. I promised that I’ll introduce Matt to them if he enters my room. Guess this is their lucky day. Matt’s raven hair is free of ponytails tonight. His hair is a curtain of silk cascading on his shoulders, giving him a rock star vibe. He matched his look with a leather jacket over his gray shirt and plain black jeans.

Clayton affirmed as he took a sip of his coffee. "Cam, you never said what happened to your hair," Matt chuckled, regarding her crazy curls once more. "I'm going to wash it, okay? You won't be seen with me like this," she huffed, beginning to feel embarrassed and self-conscious about her appearance now. "Nah, it's cool... Like a lion," Matt mused as Clayton shot her an amused look.

She chose a video and said, “Riley saved me.” She stood at the edge of a mat with the crowd in the background. I didn’t recognize the song that played. She was skinny in this video, like a completely different person. No ass, no breasts, no thighs, nothing. Her hair was long and pulled back into a ponytail. I still couldn’t believe she cut all her hair off. She stared at the mats and looked scared shitless. I smiles as I watch Riley in the background. She looked pissed as she spoke to a guy standing by some DJ equipment. The crowd started booing.

He looked up from the screen and met my eyes. "How about that haircut?" I smirked when he gave me a confused glance. Oh this was going to be good. ~~~ "I can't believe you cut your hair!" Mama had been whining all day since Zach and I returned from the overpriced salon we went to get our hairs done. His cleanly trimmed beards and new stylish haircut made me want to jump him and he wouldn't stop staring at my new look. "Mom it's not a big deal! It'll grow back. Besides I like this look." I bounced my newly bobbed shoulder length hair and loved the shine.

Fatigues didn’t exactly make it easy to keep a low profile. “I hope Ted gets a lot of food.” “Oh, he will. He loves his food.” Matt’s eyes roved over my face, and that pinched expression returned. “What’s wrong?” I asked. He shook his head, then let out a shaky breath. “It’s been six months.” “Five months, eighteen days,” I corrected. He looked away, his dark hair falling across his forehead. He was in desperate need of a haircut and a shave. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

“Because people stare at you, but no one really knows what you are.” I cut my hair short,made it clean and sharp. I didn’t ask for help. I did it in the bathroom with Matteo’s clippers, stared at myself in the mirror, and watched something fall away. Matteo stood in the doorway, watching. “Miss the weight?” he asked. I shook my head. “It’s still there.”

"Okay. But I have to head back after that. I have a class to teach in the morning." His hazel eyes watched me for a long time before he swallowed. Reaching up, he lifted a piece of my hair, rubbing the long, blonde strands between his fingers. His jaw was narrow, his cheekbones high. Matt wasn't the traditional kind of handsome, but he was good-looking in that 'aw shucks' southern way. Like the boy next door. Which was hilarious because Matt looked nothing like Ian, the actual guy next door. "What were you working on today that required red paint?" He seemed amused by the splotches of color in my hair.