Spencer Reid Glasses Novels & Stories

I wanted to know how the man Spencer entrusted the body with looked like. He looked nothing out of the ordinary with his curly dark hair, dark blue eyes and stubbly chin. The only distinguishing feature was a pair of thick glasses on his nose. I was prepared to go all out on a dangerous and highly intelligent lunatic seeing how Spencer entrusted this man with such an important issue but seeing him in person was a little disappointing. This man would go down in a kick, anything more would be sending him to the cryonics.

He opened it and pulled out a luxury brand showing off a pair of gold eyeglasses. “These are your prescribed lenses. This lens is better than your current eyeglasses. The UV exposure is darker likesunglasses. Wear this later.” She pouted and couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. “What’s wrong? Don’t you like it?” He caressed her hair. “I do… you are spoiling me too much and I might get used to it.” He moved closer. “That’s my plan, my beautiful goddess.” ******* Everyone was surprised when they found her and Reid by the beach. They already stretched and exercised a bit. They didn't know that he was playing with her vibrating panties. She tried hard not to come or else it’ll look like she p

It takes all the willpower not to step backward or gulp, or any signs that show how utterly blown away I am. I’ve seen a suit on Aiden. CEO Aiden. All shades of him there were to see. I never thought I’d see nerd Aiden. No. No. No. Not nerd. But nerd. These aren’t nerd glasses. They’re prescribed, and the lenses are obvious, but they don’t make him look like a nerd. They do and then they don’t.

The man gave a curt nod and rode through. Inside, the mansion loomed like a fortress. Lights glowed behind one set of curtains. The bike rolled to a stop in front of Spencer Reid’s home. Before he could even knock, the door swung open. Spencer stood in the entrance, already dressed in black, his expression unreadable. His eyes flicked once to the man’s helmet. “What did you find?” Spencer asked, voice low and sharp. The man took off his helmet, his face still shadowed by the porch light. He held up the envelope.

The crowd that had gathered, employees, reporters, curious onlookers, has already been, very politely ushered out, though the silence they leave behind feels uneasy, like everyone’s just pretending not to have heard the sound of breaking glass echoing through the marble. Reid stands at the edge of it all, his right hand still bleeding through a rough bandage of gauze someone had found in a first aid kit. There’s blood on his cuff too, a dark smear that refuses to blend into the white fabric. He doesn’t flinch when Raees walks up beside him, only glances sideways once, briefly, then looks back toward the glass doors. They’ve already been replaced, new panes gleaming like nothing ever happened

“Is this how you treat the people you bring in for questioning?” She yanked off her glasses and glared at Alaric, since he was the one who had put the cuffs on her. He returned her gaze but still he said nothing…Just stared at her. Her eyes were dark, nearly black, but they were less cold without the glass barrier between them and the world. The skin around her eyes was free from wrinkles, and her lashes were thick, incredibly long. He leaned back, his gaze searching her face. She scrunched her nose and still, her skin barely crinkled. With the slight pink flush staining her cheeks, she looked youthful—younger than he imagined her to be before they picked her up. His eyes narrowed. “I’m very

"Reid? Owner of Aruelia Hotels? The billionaire family?" I nod, watching as Caroline kneels beside Caesar, placing a tiny pair of designer sunglasses on his nose. They both laugh at his new look. "Girl," Blake whispers, "I am jealous, and you get to see Hunter-freaking-Reid's face every day, He's in the magazines all the time!" I shrug uncomfortably. "I never thought of it that way?” Blake shakes her head in disbelief. "No wonder his cousin shops like money doesn't exist."

A shiver down her spine, not from Matteo’s touch, but from the heavy gaze she suddenly felt from across the room. Her eyes moved slowly through the crowd, and then she saw him. Reid. Standing at the edge of the dance floor, a glass of champagne in hand, his eyes fixed on her. That same calm, dominant look. Unmoving. Watching every single movement she made. For a moment, their eyes met, and she swore her heart stopped. Reid didn’t blink. He didn’t smile. He just stood there, perfectly still, as though controlling every inch of the space around him with nothing but his silence.

The people inside the room were excited to see what I got for him but everybody stops to cheer when they were not expecting it. Inside the give, it’s full of adult toys, condoms, birth control, and some roleplay costumes. It was silent. Spencer widens his eyes when he sees those. He slowly look up and met my eyes. He wasn’t crying, but his eyes were glossy. He was waiting for my explanation.

Reid is hot. His suit jacket has been discarded on one of the chairs, but he's still in his shirt, waistcoat, dress trousers and smart shoes. He is the epitome of what CEOs look like, but his dark hair makes his sharp blue eyes stand out from across the room, and I secretly love the fact that he always seems to buy shirts in the wrong size, making his muscles stretch the fabric slightly. He catches me looking up at him, and smiles, then rolls his eyes and holds up a finger, telling me to wait, which tells me that he's already mentally over whatever conversation he's having.