Novel & Cerita Paige Bueckers Hair

From it, she took out a cigarette and lit it. Paige turned over towards the bar now, her chin cupped in her hands while Dakar Ausborn, who was dishing out instructions earlier, stepped aside to answer a phone call. Paige's eyes rested on Bralle for a few seconds but she obviously didn't recognize the other lady which was quite understandable. Who would even recognize her under such tinted celebrity pocket-unfriendly glasses she had on. Not to mention the fake hair and annoying red lip stain. Her bikini was attention seeking but she had no doubt that her appearance was still classy and expensive-looking enough to attract just members of the upper class.

I don't even know why I was thinking this way. I watched her hair flow with the wind and realised that Paige had not been lying. Her blonde hair was indeed beautiful. It was long, but it could be styled and tied into many different styles if necessary. But for the time being, it flowed with the wind just the way it should. It was a bright shade of blond, almost white, the colour of freshly fallen snow. She always wore it down like this. It took me back to the number of times I had run my hands through its silkiness while holding it down in bed, or how I would hold her hair as she slept.

With Alexander being gone so much, she worried it was because he was losing intrest. "No worries," Bailey said, everyone agreed and welcomed Kaylee in. "What are you going to do with your hair Annie?" Kaylee asked. "I think just cut and curl it," Annie shrugged. Kaylee looked at her outraged. "You aren't going to dye it? Not even highlights?" Kaylee asked. "I think it would look great if you went for like an aumbra kind of thing." "You do?" Annie asked, runnning her fingers through her hair. "Definetly!" Everyone seeed to agree.

BDSM and other depravities that may be frowned upon are welcome here. As I drink my bourbon there is a knock on my door. Like clockwork my assistant Paige enters. Her blonde hair slicked back into a ponytail. Perfect for me to grip onto. Her dark green corset, a tiny skirt with stilettos is the attire she likes to wear. I approve of such. She is a beautiful woman. “Paige…” I speak without turning around people watching down below.

"Really? What's different?" Chantelle reached out and touched Phoebe's hair. "Your hairstyle. You used to just throw it back in a ponytail. It's simple and practical, but it got boring over time. Now that you have it in this neat little bun, you look much sharper and more polished. Overall, you just look more put-together." Phoebe had never had time to bother with herself in the past because she'd been too busy taking care of Connor. Now, with a new outfit and a simple hairstyle change, the difference was striking.

My eyes moved around carefully, and that’s when I saw Paige. She stood by a bucket, her back turned to me. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun. She looked thinner than I remembered, and her skin was covered in small bruises. Her arms were scratched, and her dress was torn at the bottom. She hadn’t seen me yet. She must have perceived my scent because she turned and her eyes landed right on mine. Her whole face changed in a second and her eyes narrowed. Her lips curled into a frown and she dropped the cloth she was holding and stepped forward fast.

A few times I did try to extend my energy in hopes of feeling her if she was here, but everytime I tried I hit impenatrable force fields. "What do you think?" Beatrice's anxious voice drifted through my thoughts. "What?" I asked, eyes flying open, all thoughts of my pack mates and Antoine disappearing instantly. "What was that, Beatrice?" "Your hair, miss." Beatrice repeated as her eyes met mine in the mirror. "Do you like it?" Leaning in close, I took in the intricate due that Beatrice managed to form with my hair. A long braid wrapped around my head before long curls cascaded down my right shoulder. It looked good, I had to admit that.

Sweat was covering her back, her workout bra soaked, letting me know she'd been at this a while. She had her long brown hair tied back into a ponytail. I looked in the mirror that lined the gym walls. She took another strike, her face focused. "You finally here to fight me, big man, or did you come here to back out like the scared little boy we all know you are." Paige panted, her voice taunting, as she continued her attack on the punching bag. The corner of my mouth ticked up into a smirk. I leaned again the wall folding my arms across my chest.

Standing about five feet ten inches with her four inches heels she is now almost the same height as Jack who is six feet tall. "Oh my gosh," Jack exclaims with wide eyes. "Is that you, Taylor?" I roll my eyes and stare at him. "Of course not, it's Josh!" The ladies begin to release the roll setting of my hair and, to it can have its perfect curls and Phoebe gives me a satisfied nod as the ladies finishes and exit the room.

“Got it! Let’s get started.” She worked meticulously, blending shades of champagne gold and deep brown to enhance Serena’s eyes. As Paige worked, Milo prepped her hair. “You have gorgeous hair, Serena. I think an elegant low bun with soft waves framing your face will be the perfect match for this look.” Serena let them do their magic, occasionally glancing at Emma, who was watching with an eager expression. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” Serena teased. Emma grinned. “Absolutely. This is the most glamorous thing that has happened in this office!”