Spencer Reid Apartment Novels & Stories

He'd noticed weeks ago that she downplayed it every time, waved it off as luck or timing, and he'd started to understand that some people gave you room to fail on purpose because it mattered more to them that you kept trying than that you got it right. He filed that away and said nothing, because saying nothing was the only way he knew how to be grateful properly. The apartment had good light in the afternoon, high windows facing east, and Wren stood in the middle of the empty living room turning slowly in place. "It's a lot of space," she said. "It's a good amount of space," Reid said, from the doorway of what would be a second bedroom. "We're not buying it." "I know." "We're just looking."

And did I mention it came fully furnished? Not with cheap furniture, either. Everything looked like it had been picked from some ridiculously expensive showroom. You get my point now, right? There was no way I could afford this place. “Do you like the place?” Spencer asked. I turned around to find him watching me as I walked out of one of the bedrooms. Oh, and did I mention it was a two-bedroom apartment? “The place is lovely.” My eyes wandered around the living room again before settling on the man Spencer had called Steve.

By the time class ended, I had made up various scenarios of the possible things that would come up during our meeting. One of which was passionate sex. I packed up quickly and rode straight for Reid’s apartment, my steps slowing the closer I got. I paused outside his door, taking a deep breath before knocking. It opened almost immediately. “Hey,” Reid said softly, stepping aside to let me in. “Hey.” My voice sounded smaller than I intended. I wrinkled my nose at myself. It wasn't as if this was the first time we'd talked before. His apartment was quiet, sunlight spilling through the windows. No music, no distractions—just us. That alone made my heart race.

Having lived there for five years, she didn't have many possessions that truly belonged to her, but the small items added up. She didn't touch anything that was given to her or bought by the Spencer family, but even so, packing took until late evening. Aria used an app on her phone to call a moving company and paid extra for them to help load everything. The apartment she rented was in the business district—a studio of about six hundred square feet with a smart lock and 24-hour security guards stationed at the entrance to each building. After signing the contract, she could move in immediately. The driver helped carry her belongings into the elevator and up to her floor. Aria gave him an ext

Adrian returned to the hotel room after some hours. “The apartment is ready now”, he announced with a pleasant smile. Three bodyguards walked in and packed their luggage. They made for one of Adrian's cars, and to Caleb's excitement, they were moving to Daddy's home. Mandy's jaw dropped the moment she walked into the apartment. She dropped her handbag in amazement “This is massive!” The apartment was located in one of the most sophisticated areas in Los Angeles. The house was really spacious and exquisitely decorated.

He frowned and hurried out of his office. Mack and Kent were just about to enter the room to report to Spencer when they saw him hurry out. He looked grim and worried. What was wrong? Before they could ask, Spencer said icily, "Call Lucas and tell him to get to the apartment at Orchidstone Garden in half an hour." Orchidstone Garden? Had something happened to Lucille? … Everyone gathered at Lucille's apartment at Orchidstone Garden. Spencer's expression was stormy as he asked, "How is she?"

Then I will be a single mother that I don’t want to happen in my life. Our dinner with my family ended quickly. I also accompanied Spencer home to our condo. That I first entered the condo. He will park his car in the parking lot in the building's basement. At the entrance, he dropped me off. So I first entered here inside the condo. Because we are not alone in the room we are staying in. I locked the room. I knew he would sleep outside the sofa. I woke up the next morning without Spencer. Maybe he's going to work. He has his own office here in Makati City, that I don't know where. Just every night he goes home here in his condo.

he said with that warm smile of his that lit up my day. Sluggishly, I went into the room. Spencer turned on the lights for me. I was met with a very pretty and neat room, and quite spacious too, and thankfully, we only shared the living room area, and everyone had a door to their rooms. That alone relieved me a bit. I had been fretting about not having my space. “Cool, yeah?” Spencer asked, and I nodded. “You should rest. School starts tomorrow,” Spencer said, and with that, he left while I just started walking around, taking a proper tour of the apartment.

Then he turned and walked back to the car, leaving me standing in the middle of campus holding a key I hadn’t asked for and a body that still ached for the man who refused to let me go. My phone lit up one last time. Charles: He’s desperate. Interesting. My offer still stands if you want something less… devotional. I deleted it. Then I looked down at the keycard in my palm. Thirteen days. One thesis. And a furnished apartment eight minutes from the library that carried Shawn Reid’s scent even before I stepped inside it. I closed my fingers around the card until the edges bit into my skin. Then I started walking toward the nearest shuttle stop. Not toward Shawn’s building.

"Welcome to my house." Jana entered Kiel's abode with expectations that exceeded the heavens. And she was mistaken. What awaits her is not gold bars and lavish furniture but a simple studio type apartment with one bed and no chairs for eating below the kitchen counter. "Hold on... this is where you live?" "Kiel is always on the run. What do you expect? Castles and shit?" Spencer took the bed for himself while the owner prepares them a drink by the kitchen. "Boy got no time for that. Anyway, did you hear something from the rest?"