Glen Powell X Reader Novels & Stories

Lorenzo’s POV Powell had the look of a man trying on a new mask and discovering it did not fit. I set the folder down, pushed it toward him, and let the silence work for me. I had seen him strong and dangerous and petty. All of those faces were useful. Tonight I wanted the one that smelled of fear. “You read it,” I said. He did not look up. “How did you get this?” “How matters less than who keeps breathing when the papers find it,” I replied. I let the words land where they would. He swallowed, finally forcing himself to meet my eyes. That small, human crack in him tasted like advantage.

I shove the book in Jacksons direction, knowing he is least likely to try to turn this fucking nightmare into a joke. “Fuck.” His eyebrows nearly climb up into his hairline. “ I’m no prude, but I’m not reading this out loud. Damn. She reads this?” he nods towards Rose. “Gwynn got her into them.” I feel my heart rate pick up. How bad could it be really? According to Rose, she has been reading this stuff the last couple of years. “Feisty old Gwynn.” Ryder laughs. “I always liked her.” “I’ll summarise, shall I?” Jackson scrubs the back of his neck and the fucker’s cheeks actually turn a light shade of pink. I don’t think I’m going to like this. Not one bit. What the hell did Gwynn let her read?

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