Spencer Reid Girlfriends Novels & Stories

Since then, we'd lived with Chester's mother, Frida Sherman. While I didn't exactly have a good relationship with Frida, my busy work schedule had helped keep our interactions minimal. I always thought of it as a blessing in disguise. That continued until recently when Frida found herself a boyfriend, Bryson Ewing, and brought him home. Her son was already married, and she herself had been widowed for years. Considering her age, one would expect her new boyfriend to be someone of a similar standing. Yet, she defied expectations by dating a man ten years younger than her.

But her face immediately turned gloomy when she saw that the chair was still empty. Kimberly took a deep breath as she pulled the chair. Her face showed disappointment, and it was very clear. She even pressed her buttocks too hard when she sat down as a form of disappointment. "Miss Spencer, will Mr. Conner be coming? He hasn't been seen for a few days." Haylee, the deputy manager, asked while sitting next to Kimberly. Everyone knew that Kimberly was close to Nicholas, so they thought Kimberly knew about Nicholas. Although they knew Nicholas' sexual orientation, they couldn't deny that Nicholas' handsome face was a major attraction for them.

Because who the hell was I to even claim him? I wasn't his girlfriend. Neither was I his wife. I didn't have any right to him. I was only his best friend who he fucks when he feels like. And for me? I was not only his best friend who loves how hard he fucks me and how good he always makes it feel. I also love… Don't speak further, Savannah. You'll ruin what's left of your friendship. God, this was so damn messed up.

Chapter Nineteen: Getting Along! Lenna's POV "You still looking handsome, Rhon... We miss you so much," Mom said as she kissed my boyfriend's hand, while here I was, I couldn't look at my boyfriend cause I has no face to look at him after I slept with his brother, I cheated.

In the afternoon, Spencer returned home, reeking of alcohol. His face was still sullen, and he didn't say a word to Ariana. Naturally, Ariana wasn't going to make the first move either. The two were now in a full-blown cold war, though Ariana had no idea what had triggered Spencer's latest mood. … On the evening of the third day of the New Year, Spencer went out to meet some friends. Apart from Connor, the others were also his childhood friends. One of them had recently started a new relationship and couldn't keep his hands off his phone.

Christian exchanged glances with his parents, frowning in confusion. "Helena, what do you mean? I went to all this trouble bringing everyone here to witness our love, and now you're telling me there's no rush to set a date?" He noticed the unease flickering across her face. Taking a deep breath, he pressed further. "Are you still thinking about Nathan? You haven't really moved on from him, have you? You—" "Ugh, can you stop being so annoying?" Her patience finally snapped under the constant questioning. She stood abruptly, gathering the engagement documents.

"I was afraid I'd ruin your relationship." "Then why aren't you afraid now?" I asked as I reached up to gently touch her face. "Because I found out something." She suddenly sat up and handed me her phone. "Marissa was already seeing a new boyfriend behind your back. When she went on that 'trip with her roommates' and asked you to help watch the shop, that was the real reason." On her phone were photos of Marissa with another guy. The timestamp was from a month ago. It showed the two of them leaning into each other and even kissing.

By the time Megan and I received our wedding certificate, two hours had already passed. Just then, I got a call from an unknown number. I paused before answering. Brenda's cold voice came through the phone. "Harry Henderson, you've got some nerve now. How dare you block me! "All I did was go to Ethan's place to take care of him. Must you throw a tantrum over this? "We can get married anytime, can't we? Ethan had too much to drink. Why are you making such a big deal out of this?" Her questions left me speechless. I could even picture her angry expression over the phone.

For a man who’s currently in a relationship, he knows so damn well that if she walked out on him on the day of the wedding, it won’t be a pretty scene, so while he can, if he can, he’d love to offer his help… And that was exactly what Reid did. On getting home that night though, he met his girlfriend at the time, pulling a suitcase behind her, right at the stairs of the house. “Gabriella? Where are you going?” He asks her puzzledly, looking at her pull the same suitcase she had pulled in with her just three months before. The Mexican-American woman looks up at him with red eyes, “I’m leaving, what does it look like?” Reid stares at her, a little but surprised, too surprised to move. “Leaving

Telling my girlfriend I was fucking around with her brother behind her back wasn't part of the Best Friend Birthday Party Plan. We managed to get out of the house without being stopped by any chatty friends, hit by any drunks trying to dance with everyone whether they were dancing or not, or threading our fingers together to hold hands through the mix. Who knew it would be so tempting to hold another dude's hand? I'd never even liked holding hands before. There was just something about the idea of feeling Jacob's thick fingers intertwined with mine that really turned me on. Not a huge surprise since I was beginning to realize everything about Jacob really turned me on.