Spencer Reid Hot Novels & Stories

"The internet has been buzzing with news of the upcoming fashion show, barely a few days away," a bright-eyed reporter chirped from the television screen. Brie’s fingers curled into a tight fist. Smash. The remote control slammed against the wall, shattering into pieces. She stood frozen in front of the screen, seething. "The wife of billionaire hotshot Spencer Reid was recently spotted wearing the mysterious Monalisa Collection outside Pasisi Hotel alongside her colleagues..." Brie’s nostrils flared.

He didn't appreciate having his feelings insulted. "Anyway," Hotch started, trying to get them back on track, "we need to decide on a venue." "Can' t I pick?" Reid interjected. He always seemed to be the one picking out places for weddings and other social gatherings. Hotch shook his head. "No, Reid. You haven't gotten your license yet. That means you'll need some time to practice driving before we set you up with any car rental agency." "Well..." Reid hesitated. Garcia leaned toward Spencer. "Don't worry, dear, I'll help you."

Everyone had already misunderstood the relationship between the two, and now, with the sight of Icyln behaving in such a way, their curiosity, which had seconds before been suppressed by Spencer's imposing presence, began to stir again. Spencer's gaze turned cold and sharp when he saw some people sneakily raising their cameras again. "Stop taking photos." "Is it because you're guilty, Mr. Spencer?" someone finally spoke up. They had been tipped off about there being a quarrel or even a fight involving a celebrity at the hotel they were staying at, and so, they naturally had come to check it out. Anything involving a celebrity would be significant news and could make the headlines of the ente

"How was your day at the foundation?" Spencer suddenly asked as his eyes focused on his laptop. I immediately turned my gaze to his topless body. I gulped when I saw Spencer's abs. 'Owsh! He's sexy.' Commented by the little voice in my brain. It's so jaw dropping to look at Spencer every time he's topless and even though I don't want to think about his naked body, I can't, because every time Spencer's face crosses my mind. His abs immediately sink into my brain. 'Oh god! What's happening to me?' "Your Saliva River." He smirked.

spencer: everyone sends me weird messages. [mr.spencer: I spent an hour trying to find your face and reach the bottom where I left you, but I couldn't.] [mr.spencer: I had to look for sybil and let him do it for me.] [mr.spencer: he told me that i’m stupid before accepting my phone. he just click the box on the upper corner and found you] [mr.spencer: why are you not replying?] (You missed a call from mr.spencer)

If anyone needed a confidence boost right now, it was me. I get outside the door to the cabin, and Reid is standing outside the door. He is standing basking in the sun wearing jogging sweatpants and shirtless. Nobody should be this attractive; I think I had to hold my drool just now from the visual. He smirks at me like he knows he is hot shit, and for some reason, that makes him more attractive.

Since Reid was coming over to my house I was extremely lucky that my mom and dad weren't home, If my dad found out I've been hanging around his boss there would be a shitshow here at the house. In all honesty I would rather him find out that I was a stripper. Tonight Reid was coming over for dinner, I would be more excited but the fact that his wife is coming makes me nervous and extremely jealous, I looked his wife up on the internet and she's stunning. Actually she's more than stunning, she's a twenty seven year old victorias secret model and she's had no plastic surgery she's just naturally pretty.

We slid into a booth afterward, and for the first time all night, I felt something loosen inside my chest. The person making me feel better tonight wasn’t Ethan, and not in a million years would I ever imagine finding comfort in campus most famous person, Ashton Reid.

So good. "Look at me, Lizzie," he commanded. She opened her eyes and looked into his chocolate brown ones, the amber sparkling in the glow from the fire. With the lock of hair falling over his forehead as it usually did and the strong line of his jaw, she thought he looked like Chad Hallowell, star of the new television show, For the Prosecution. Since the show debuted she'd had a major crush on the man. Once she even told Matt the reason she loved him was because he looked so much like the television star. Hallowell lived in San Antonio, in ritzy Alamo Heights. She had actually met him when the caterer she worked for during her vacations did a party for him and his wife, and nearly embarras

So I nodded and let her go, knowing Gwen wouldn't put me in a dangerous position on purpose. She gets out of the car fully and Spencer smirks down at her. He eyed her short skirt and skin tight crop top, and a look I was familiar with flashes in his eyes. "Reece you know you're playing with fire? I can't keep giving you free weed, that's fucking with the business I have going on." Gwen lean her weight on the car's door and flips her hair behind her shoulder. "How about I pay you in another way?" She asked in a low tone that piqued Spencer's interest instantly.