Room 94 | Completed ✔️

chapter 9

"Good morning, demonic mess!" I laughed settling next to Brandon for breakfast. He looked up at me and back at his apple, eating it.

"Silent treatment? Alright boy," I said taking a long sip from my coffee and instantly spilling it.

"Hot hot too hot!"

Brandon's eyes drifted to me. "Who's a mess, so?"

I shoot him a killing glare and he smirked in satisfaction.

We both ate in silence for a while but he chose to break the ice. "I bet you look better with your natural brown hair." He pointed to my eyebrows noticing that they were a different color from my hair's.

"It's not brown actually," I said raising an eyebrow, "it's–" He grinned cutting me off. "Copper."

"Huh?"

"It's copper-colored, I know. I just wanted to piss you off." 

Damn, if he had read my mind then he was totally fascinating! But, sadly, mind readers only exist in the fantasy books I choose to place next to my bed.

"Well, how did you know that I don't like when people refer to my hair color as brown?"

And it's true, for no particular reason at all, I simply don't like being called a brunette. Maybe because I crave looking similar to my dad rather than my mother.

Juliette, my mother, actually was magnificent with her brown and shiny hair. However, John, my dad, was utterly beautiful, copper hair brushed to the back so he didn't look his age.

Brandon murmured something that sounded like, you said it in your sleep and I brushed it off. He obviously wasn't watching me sleep.

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Brandon's hair reminded me of the rich soil of the valleys after spring rains, almost black in the shadows. When he stepped into the light it was a rich brown, almost with an undertone of red beneath the dark.  

His blue eyes smiled at me every now and then, his orbs glowing with excitement and his hold firm on my hand.

"Where are we going?" I asked walking next to him and following his steps that led us outside the hotel.

"A colorist to dye your hair back to its natural color."

"What?" I immediately stopped dragging him to the back almost causing him to fall, "I don't want to change my hair color."

"I want to," he started walking forward but I, once again, pulled him back.

"Come on, Gabrielle. You'll look pretty I swear! Blonde doesn't even suit you," he said taking in my every feature.

I crossed my arms over my chest. "I'm not moving." He let out a sigh rolling his eyes. What I didn't expect was for him to force me to go.

He squatted, his muscular arm wrapped itself around my legs while the other one held against my back so I wouldn't fall. He swept me off of my feet in one quick second and I uncontrollably threw my arms around his neck.

I jerked my leg away when his hand came to contact with my bare skin and he quickly moved it away from the bottom of my skirt to cover my legs.

He smirked and licked his lower lip, his eyes resting on my mouth then looked back in my eyes.

"Stay quiet or else I'll have to shut you up myself, you won't like my ways."

I swallowed sharply and he started walking calmly, ignoring the stares we're getting.

"I can walk, you don't really have-" I started and his head lowered towards mine making me close my mouth. Just when our lips were a few inches apart he stopped and stared at me.

"One more word and I won't stop at this point." I nervously licked my lower lip not daring to break the intense eye contact.

And for a second, I forgot about everyone around us. I forgot the stares, the whispers and just got lost into the warmth of Brandon's chest, my hands clutching at his white shirt that showed off his well-built body.

He slowly turned his head further from me and on an old man who was standing next to us.

"You remind me of when I was a young man," he said in a shaky, trembling voice, "I held my wife this same way before entering our first apartment."

My face flashed a dark shade of red and I was almost sweating. Brandon, on the other hand, was calm. He smiled sweetly at the man, "it sounds like a story that I'd love to hear, but I got my fiancee in my arms and she needs a makeover to change her ugly hair."

My eyes widened and I hit his shoulder and opened my mouth to protest but his sharp eyes quickly met mine, silently telling me to keep it down.

Oh, sweet lord, those eyes are going to be the death of me.

"It's fine young man, have fun you two love birds," he laughed and Brandon smiled again with a nod before hitting the road.

It wasn't a long way to the salon but it must be tiring to hold someone up through it all.

He finally let go of me. I stood unsteadily on my feet and adjusted my skirt while he pushed the door open.

"Make her pretty," He said sitting comfortably on an empty chair that was offered for clients.

The woman that was there called for me to come and I obliged. She was simply stunning. Her hair was a soft brown, like the bark of an oak tree, not dark but simply gentle in any light.

Without red or golden hues it reminded me of a childhood teddy bear and was the perfect contrast to her teal sweater - just like dry pebbles before the tide washes in to make them shine. 

She held the scissors in her right hand and started cutting and turning my hair in every possible crazy direction.

Once the crime was over, I looked at myself in the mirror. The haircut was several inches shorter than I had expected. But it was too late, my now dark locks lay on the black and white tile floor and I could feel the cool breeze on my front neck where there should have been hair.

I glanced in Brandon's direction and he was already staring at me, a simper on his face as he ignored the woman talking to him.

Even in a hair salon he's attracting eyes and making conversations, we're very opposed.

The woman applied some fine chalk powder to my face. Extract from rose petals was used as rouge while another took a stick of kohl and gently lined my eyes with the black powder.

Beeswax and red dye were mixed together and rubbed on my lips. I observed herself in the polished silver mirror. My brown curls contrasted with the purple of the amethyst beautifully.

The Kohl made my green eyes brighter than usual.

Brandon walked over to me with a green dress, edged with white frills and pearl earrings with a pearl head band to complete his sweet fantasy.

The woman led me to a small room to change.

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Hey!

I was planning on continuing in the same chapter but I'd cross the word limit I had set (1200.)

What do you think Brandon has in mind?

Do you prefer Brown or Blonde hair? And what's your hair color?

Personally, I love platinum blonde and blue hair but mine is a very dark black.

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