CHAPTER 20: Suck my cock

It was another sunny day, but the flow of my life remained completely unchanged.

Here I am, still grinding away to pay off my debts. Don't get me wrong, I actually liked my job, especially being a delivery driver, but the moment I found out my next destination, I couldn't stop the annoyance from taking over.

I was back at the Yukihira Condominium building again—7th floor, Room 80. Even though it wasn't Room 50 or Room 72, and the recipient's name was different, my gut feeling was still bad. I had a feeling this parcel belonged to the exact same person.

I stand in front of the door marked Room 80, and I didn't even bother calling the owner of the package. I just pressed the doorbell.

A moment later, someone opened the door. And I wasn't wrong—the guy who opened it was none other than that bastard, Yuan.

Contrary to his usual stern face, the corner of his lips was raised in a playful smirk, as if he had been expecting my arrival.

He crossed his arms, staring at me.

I scoffed and threw him a lethal glare, aggressively handing him his parcel wrapped in a plastic bag.

"That's 4,689."

He took it, but made no move to hand over the payment, making my brow furrow. "Where's your payment?"

He just gave me a mischievous grin, looking like he had no intention of giving me the money.

His behavior made my blood boil in frustration. When was this guy ever going to leave in peace?

We just stared at each other. I shot him a threatening look—the kind that said if he didn't pay up right now, it would be his end.

"Are you an idiot? Where's your payment? You're wasting my time."

To be honest, his package was my last delivery for the day. I intentionally saved the parcel addressed to this building for last even though it was closest to the hub, because I had a bad gut feeling about it. And I wasn't wrong, because here he was screwing with me again.

Luckily, the kids didn't have school today, so I didn't have to pick anyone up, meaning I wasn't in much of a rush. But even so, he was still a waste of time. Instead of getting some rest, here I was with my head boiling again.

"Chill. I'm just gonna get the money from my room," he said, leaving the door standing wide open.

I felt like I was going to die of high blood pressure because of that bastard Yuan.

As I stood outside with my arms crossed waiting, a guy suddenly appeared in front of me, greeting me with a broad smile. I recognized him because he was one of the guys from the reunion party... what was his name again?

Andy... Anjie... Ah, got it!

"Angelo..."

He laughed at what I said. "It's Alejandro, Dro for short."

I winced—Damn, I was wrong. But it sounded similar, right?

"What are you doing here? Come on inside," he invited me. Alejandro seemed pretty cool—his aura was so gentle, the kind of smile that wouldn't break a plate. He looked like the only sane one in their group.

I shook my head. "No thanks, I'm just waiting for the payment for the parcel. I'm leaving right after."

He raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure? What a waste, there's pizza—"

He couldn't even finish speaking before I walked straight into the room. "Okay, it's wrong to turn down a blessing, right?"

Hey, it's food. As long as it's food, I definitely won't say no.

He just smiled at me and led the way to the living room of the condo unit. This place was quite spacious compared to Room 50 and 72, but the design was the same, it was minimalist with very few furnishings, making the interior look neat and pleasing to the eye.

When we reached the living room surrounded by large couches, he signaled for me to sit down, so I did. I sat back comfortably, and as soon as Alejandro set the pizza down on the glass table between the couches, I immediately dug in.

"Is this your condo unit?" I asked mid-chew.

He shook his head while placing down a glass of orange juice on the table. Then he sat on the couch right across from me.

"Nope. It's Yuan's."

I nodded. Yuan did mention he owned this condo building, but why did he occupy so many rooms here?

"Must be nice being rich. He could practically kick everyone out just to claim every single room in this building," I remarked.

"Do you know why that guy keeps changing rooms?"

I raised my eyebrow. "Just because he feels like it?"

He chuckled softly. "Nope."

Then what?

While waiting for him to continue, I picked up a glass of juice from the table and gulped it down.

"He's running away from his former sex partners—" he answered directly.

"Hey, what the hell are you saying?!" I heard someone object from behind. It was none other than Yuan.

Alejandro gave Yuan a teasing look. "Why? It's true though."

I saw Yuan step toward Alejandro and throw a throw pillow from the couch at him. "You crazy bastard! You're ruining my reputation."

"It's not slander if it's true," he replied casually while shrugging his shoulders.

I didn't care about what they were saying. I was just busy eating and drinking juice.

I saw Alejandro stand up from the sofa and step away, leaving Yuan sitting in his place.

"I'm leaving now," Alejandro said, taking his leave.

Wait? He was leaving me here? I was comfortable coming into Yuan's condo unit because Alejandro was with me, but now that he was suddenly leaving, my comfort vanished. Not because I was scared this annoying Yuan would mess with me again, but because I was scared of what I might do to him.

"Neo, man. Be careful with this guy, he's got no standard, whether it's an omega or a beta—Ouch!"

Alejandro couldn't finish his sentence because Yuan threw another heavy pillow at him.

"Shut up, you idiot! Get out of here, you're ruining my day!" Yuan barked.

Shaking his head with a laugh, Alejandro left the living room, leaving just the two of us behind.

The surroundings suddenly grew quiet. I planned to ignore the silence, but I really didn't like the look on the face of the guy in front of me. He was smiling, but it was the kind of smile that felt insulting.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Where's your payment?"

He stepped forward and sat beside me, but still didn't hand over the money.

"I changed my mind, I'm not paying," he said with a mischievous grin.

My grip on the glass tightened. "What?" I hissed, seething.

He pouted toward the pizza in my hand. "You ate my pizza."

I rolled my eyes. "Are you fooling around with me?"

"No... I'm serious. Because you ate the pizza that's even more expensive than what I ordered—Hmmp!"

He couldn't finish his sentence because, out of pure irritation, I shoved a whole slice of pizza straight into his mouth.

He glared at me while pulling the pizza out of his mouth.

I just raised an eyebrow at him. "We have a saying, mess with anything else, just don't mess with a hungry person."

His annoyed scowl quickly turned into amusement. "Isn't that saying about someone who just woke up?"

"It's been updated. Weren't you informed?"

He laughed at what I said.

Oh great, now there was more people treating me like a clown.

He crossed his arms. "That food isn't free, you have to pay for it."

I showed him my fist. "Do you want me to pay with this?"

He just smiled at me, looking completely unfazed by my threat. "You're really not leaving here unless you pay me."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "I'm not joking with you, asshole. Where's the payment for your parcel?"

He rested his head against the back of the couch. "I'm not joking with you either," he replied casually.

A wave of heat instantly rushed to my head, ready to explode at any moment. Why did this guy always have to annoy me?

I glared at him. "You know, while I still have some patience left, give me the payment," I threatened firmly.

"What are you gonna do? Punch me again?"

"I'm gonna kill you."

I heard him burst out laughing. "Damn, I really like that damn mouth of yours, can you just use that to pay for the pizza you ate?"

I gritted my teeth. I was one second away from slapping him with the glass in my hand, but I manage to restrained myself. I just decided to finish the remaining juice in my glass, and as I did, I raised my middle finger right in his face.

He just smiled at me. "You know what..."

I was startled when he suddenly grabbed my raised hand and dragged it down onto his pants, pressing it against the noticeable bulge.

"...I want that mouth of yours sucking my cock."

Because of what he did, I instantly spat the juice straight into the white shirt he was wearing.

He froze in shock, glaring at me.

"What the!"