Messy Pixie Cut Double Chin Novels & Stories

He gestured at the empty waiting seat in front of him. I scoffed. What's the point? He would NEVER hire me. But Lord, he was so hot and freaking gorgeous with his dope haircut. A textured crop with a clean taper fade on the sides and back. I gave him my sweetest smile. “It's so good to see you, Mich. You look great.” “MIS-TER MICH.” Oh. Touché. “Whatever. Good luck. Sorry, I'm not interested" I turned around abruptly, feeling flushed and super embarrassed.

“It’s already too helmet-y. We need texture. Something that doesn’t look like his mom still cuts it with a bowl.” “I do not use a bowl!” I protested, my voice muffled by the cape. They both ignored me. Chloe ran her fingers through my hair, which I’ll admit is one of my few decent features. Thick, soft, and black as ink. “He’s got great hair, Jax. Lots to work with. So, you’re thinking more of a textured crop? Keep the length on top, loose and messy?” “Yeah, messy. But like, expensive messy. Not ‘I just rolled out of bed and gave up on life’ messy, which is his current brand.”

They’ll have another thing coming. The stylist shows up and gives my hair, according to her, a much-needed deep conditioning treatment then a trim. I wouldn’t let her cut it short no matter how much she said my waves would frame my face perfectly in a pixie cut. Nor would I allow her to cut bangs. No one has time for that annoyance on their faces.

It was center parted with a fishtail braid at the back, lovely and elegant, but. “Remind me of Princess Fiona from Shrek.” Then, they tried the next one on me. It was a blue one, short and stylish, with little soft spikes at the back and side, cool and refreshing, but... “Sonic.” They tried the third one on me. It was a green one. I don’t want to comment anything about it, but just... “Have you heard of The Grinch?” And finally, they wore a better one on me. It was in dirty blonde, wavy, the length stopped at my waist, and the fringe was perfectly trimmed to my eyebrows.

*I should probably trim huh? My finger acted without consulting my brain. It saved the snap in chat. I quickly took one doing the same thing. I had trimmed last week so I was a bit more groomed. Plus my pubes were a dirty blond so they didn’t stand out as much against my tan skin. *Idk, they look fine to me.*

Still Alpha's son Glary's POV Mercedes is feasting on her second Lasagna, I can only watch with a smile. \ This girl has a hell of an appetite and still see how slim she stays. Mercedes is a real beauty, her hair falls in big waves down her back to just above her butt, she sports a new haircut now. That must have happened in Shadow Moon. She also has had a body wax, her brown baked skin is shining healthy. Her lips are full as if she had just been kissed firmly.

My heart started to beat faster the longer we stared, reading each others’ thoughts. She’s dangerous as hell... and definitely pretty now that her face was clean. I could see every tiny detail on her face—the dilatation of her pupils, her light brown soft angled eyebrows, to her small upturned nose, high cheekbones, and her pale droopy lips. She had this pixie cut bronze hair that looked like she did it by herself. “We don’t have the luxury to do drugs here, twig. I wonder how did you maintain your supply, and where were you really come from? You must have a wide of resources, huh?” My sarcasm had her eyes flooded with pain and unshed tears.

Before long her hair was cut into a short bob that was not too sloppy, and would just have to work. As the final blob of hair fell, Janice looked at the mirror for one last look. Her reflection brought the scissors to her face and then, slowly and methodically, pushed the larger outermost blade through the skin just above her chin. With a blank expression, Janice began to cut along the line of the face until there was a solid, bloody wound running all the way from her chin to hairline. With the hand not holding the scissors, Janice worked her fingers under the flap of skin and then started to pull...

The moment I try it on I feel like a million dollars and immediately I know that this is the dress that I want to seduce my husband in. My next stop is my mum’s hairdresser just off Carnaby Street who tuts loudly in exasperation when he takes in the state of my hair. The last time that I saw him he had cut my hair into the most incredible pixie cut with a cute little faux hawk. But given that I have not managed to make it back to get it trimmed it has grown out into a scraggly mess that I have been taming by clipping it off my face.

I'm so embarrassed! "No, girl. You're really a head turner because of your haircut. The pixie cut style is wavy and really unique. I can't believe that's the haircut you wanted, you didn't even tell me." she said and smiled. I just laughed too. "If I told you, you might not agree for me to get a haircut like this. You expected me to get a shoulder length haircut, are you?" She nodded. "I really won't allow it because it looks so boyish to me. But when I see you with that haircut, it screams dominance. It's your thing. That's why people here in the food court can't take their eyes off you."