Romans & histoires Spencer Reid Hot

The moment the officers took Jack away, Cindy went into the room to wear proper clothes so she could follow behind to the station. Just at that moment, her phone rang and she saw that Spencer was the one calling. She quickly answered the call and Spencer said, "What is going on Cindy? What is wrong with Jack? I mean why would he do something like that?" "Calm down," Cindy said, "what are you talking about?" Spencer was surprised by her question and asked, "haven't you seen the number one trending video on Twitter? Go to social media now and check. The video has gone viral."

Hannah sat up. “It seemed that you marked each other. I’ll meet you in the office. Maybe a hot chocolate?” Reid glanced at Hannah at the bed. “Maybe I can join the conversation?” Hannah asked. “I’m curious.” “Hot chocolate then. And also get Xander.” Reagan bowed his head as Reid closed the door. Then, he approached his beloved and climbed over the bed. He reached for the condom. “Let’s make this quick.”

Mila's POV Spencer is having a bad day. He's stabbing his keyboard with his index fingers, muttering about "unreasonable team reps" and "impossible performance bonuses." His usually gelled hair is slightly disheveled—for Spencer, that's a full-blown meltdown. "The Novotny account," he growls. "The team rep isn't having it. It's a total bitch." I've been catching up on emails from Tampa. But something about his frustration tugs at me.

"That's one way to put it. But hey, at least we're never boring, right?" As I continue chatting with Caroline, my eyes wander towards the entrance of the hall, and that's when I see him—Spencer Hayes. He's wearing a backless Suit that's both elegant and daring, showcasing his toned physique. The outfit doesn't seem too feminine, but it's undoubtedly sexy as hell. It complements his confident stride and fluid movements perfectly.

More than it already was. I kind of missed it. Kind of. Not really. "Afternoon," Damien said, striding into my office like he owned the place. He dropped his bag and set his phone on my desk, screen facing up. A headline stared back at me: Spencer heir spotted on late night rendezvous with Anderson heir, paired with a photo of the two of us walking together, smiling like we were some fucking couple out of a drama series. The photo was disgustingly sweet. Uncomfortably genuine.

"I see working out as a form of relaxation," Spencer said. "That's how I built my great physique. Besides, don't you love touching my abs?" Ariana's face turned red. "Who said I touched your abs?" "You touched them yesterday," Spencer calmly stated. Embarrassed and angry, Ariana retorted, "I wouldn't have touched you if you didn't mess with me." "Don't be upset." Spencer leaned closer. "I'll let you touch them again tonight."

And his eyes focused on Avyana's unconscious body. " Don't you worry, senorita. I will come back again for you." He whispered while he did a eye contact with Jayden. Both of their eyes were raging with fire. Jayden grab him by his collar harshly. " I will see how you will come again, freaking assole! If I will see you around her again, you will be dead for sure." He said. Spencer's eyes were filled with fire of jealousy and revenge. He won't never forget how he got humiliated.

he remarks, waggling his eyebrows. “For sure,” I agree. “I’ll take any chance to be out in nature, and it’s a bonus if it involves endorphins or adrenaline. Totally my jam.” Reid flashes me that sexy half-smile, taking the hem of his shirt in a hand and dragging it up to wipe sweat from his brow. My eyes immediately fall to his well-defined ab muscles and that tantalizing v-shape of his Adonis belt. It does something to me, twisting up my insides, making my core throb with need.

We stood there, locked in a silent standoff, and for the first time in days, Reid’s perfect composure cracked. The Real Issue “You’re the one who wanted separate lives,” Reid said, his voice low and dangerous. “Don’t get mad because I’m giving you exactly what you asked for.” “Separate lives doesn’t mean being ignored!” His eyes flashed. “You want attention?” He took a step closer, and my breath caught — but not from fear. From the heat radiating off him, from the intensity in his eyes. “Fine. Let’s talk about your latest little influencer stunt. That dress at the Lumière launch? You looked like you were auditioning for a tabloid scandal.”

"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.