NSFW Delivery: The Recipient Is My Girlfriend

Brandon Clark burst out laughing. "Who do you think you're fooling? Do you have any idea how funny that sounds coming from a delivery guy?

"Natalie's company is funded through Reed Enterprises. That's a world you'll never touch in this lifetime."

Natalie Brooks looked at me wearily.

"Stop making a scene. Be sensible for once and go home. You've got a bunch of chores waiting for you. Oh, and Brandon left a jacket on the couch. Hand-wash it. If you ruin it, you won't be able to afford the replacement."

After saying that, she tried to close the door, but I reached out and stopped her.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Brandon barked, pointing a finger in my face as if he were about to throw a punch.

I ignored him, pulling an emerald pendant out of my pocket. "This was the token of our commitment when we first started dating. I'm returning yours, and I'd like you to return mine."

Brandon's face twisted in disgust. "Don't bring out junk that's been sitting in your hands. We just showered!"

Natalie pinched her nose as if she could smell me. "Throw it away. It reeks of poverty."

She turned back into the room, then fished out a blue diamond necklace from her bag.

Brandon took it from her and toyed with it in his hand. "I can't believe you had the nerve to use a fake to fool Natalie. Do you even know who has the real blue diamond necklace?"

I gave a firm nod. "This is the one you're talking about."

Brandon looked at me, his tone laced with contempt. "You've spent so much time delivering parcels that it's rotted your brain!"

I didn't want to waste my breath on a fool like him, so I reached out to take the necklace. However, Brandon lifted his hand, then threw it deep into the room.

My eyes widened, but fortunately, the necklace landed on the carpet, and I let out a breath of relief.

"I'm not touching a poor man's hand," Brandon said, his tone laced with arrogance. "I don't want to catch whatever 'poor' disease you have. Go get it yourself."

With that, he stepped aside from the door. I walked in and bent down to pick it up.

Then, there was a loud bang.

My vision went black, and a sharp pain exploded at the back of my head.

Before I could recover from the throbbing pain, I vaguely heard a woman trying to hold back her voice.

"How is it?"

Brandon's voice rang out, "Exciting, isn't it?"

Natalie bit her lip and didn't dare speak. Then, I heard the rhythmic, heavy thuds of impact.

"Mm…"

"Who's better, him or me?"

"I've never been with him…"

…

The next day, I was woken up by a hotel housekeeper, and only then did I realize I was inside a closet.

"What are you doing in here?" the housekeeper asked.

In the three years Natalie had been with me, she had also been involved with many other men, but I thought I could wait until the day she finally settled down.

With a bitter smile, I touched the wound on the back of my head.

It was time to give up.

I shook my head and declined the housekeeper's offer to call the police. Since I had entered the room on my own, it would be my word against theirs.

After a great deal of effort, I finally found Natalie and Brandon in a private room at a bar, where they were hanging out with their classmates.

The moment Brandon saw me, a suggestive smirk broke out across his face. "Why are you everywhere? Natalie belongs to me for the next few days. Or did you want to join us for a threesome? I don't mind, as long as you're fine with being cucked."