Novel & Cerita He Wants To Order

He grinned at me. “But it’s not dinnertime. It’s lunch.” “It could be breakfast as long as I get a blow job.” His grin widened and he leaned over to speak into the mic. “Hi, can I have a large Big Mac meal with a Coke and a Quarter Pounder bacon cheeseburger but without all the gherkins and onions and a strawberry milkshake?” My half-amused, half-annoyed stare turned shocked. “How the hell do you know what I order at McDonald’s?”

He’s asking me the same question. I lay on his couch and yawned. “Are you doubting me?” “O-Of course not.” He resumed finalizing the order. “Yeah. Buttered shrimp. Chicken Corden Bleu. Caesar Salad. Vanilla Ice Cream. French fries. Buttered chicken. Fish cake and Ube cake,” Hunter repeated what he ordered. “Yes. Cash on delivery. Thank you.” As he ended the call, he placed the phone on his desk. Hunter walked near me. A charming smile appeared on his lips.

"What do you want?" I looked at the banner and said, "Since it's cheap… that means I can order a lot. Am I right?" He laughed and said, "Yeah. You can. Go on." "What should I order?" The girl at another table, "Go for a Double cheeseburger. I love it."

I asked in amusement and he shrugged, a small smile tugging on his lips as he took out his phone. “I'll make the order. What do you want?” He asked and I became so aware of how close he was standing to me. You. I wanted to say that so badly. I wanted him to slam me against this fridge and fuck me senseless while I moan his name over and over again. But I gotta be fucking reasonable. “I don't know, Chinese food?” I muttered and he stared at me for a while, making me wonder if I just said something wrong. “Alright.” He muttered and then stepped away.

I murmured. He looks back up to me. "Good. I'm pleased to have you all to myself. He can always get his turn after all" He licks his lips. "So, how was work, love?" "It was good, thanks." The waiter interrupts the moment, as he walks in and pulls out a notepad and pen. "Good evening, sir. What would you like to order?" "Hmm, I would like the oysters, please." Ugh, the way his sculpted lips mutter those words, fuck.

Hair messy. "Hey." "Hey. Did you sleep?" "Yeah. First real sleep in weeks." "Me too." Awkward, domestic, and strange. "I should order food," he says. "You haven't eaten since yesterday." He opens the fridge. Empty except old takeout and bottled water. "I have nothing. I usually just order in." "Then order in." He pulls out his phone. Orders Thai. Chinese. Italian. "Caleb, that's too much food." "I don't know what you like. And I want options."

“You never use it.” "Ouch. True, but whatever. Order Reign, now!" he hissed, annoyed. "Okay! From McDonalds: I want the Double Quarter Pounder with Cheese, the McFlurry with Oreo Cookies, and two Big Mac Combo Meals," I replied, ignoring his now bulging eyes. "Must I order for everyone else?" "Nopet," he replied. “They left their order before leaving this morning. "I'm paying this time." "Keep dreaming, Reign. You can go in the hot tub, I know you've been dying to ask me. I have work and you are distracting me," he said in a sign song voice.

Dressed in his work shirt which was now crumpled and his slacks, he looked delicious and he gave her a smile. “Wait, what would you like to eat?” He asked muting the phone. “Ummm… where are you ordering from.” “Just tell me what you need. My driver is on standby. He will get anything you want.” His confidence was disarming sometimes. “I want large fries, a soda, one large burger and a chicken sandwich.” Theo smiled and he looked amused, smiling with his eyes. He doubled the order and hung up. “I am sorry, it had totally slipped my mind that you might be hungry.” He spoke as he reached her.

I let out a sigh and turned on the TV. “Turn that off, it’s distracting,” he scolded. I sat there in silence, and, with nothing better to do, I lay there, staring at him. Dropping my head, I took a deep breath. Picking up my iPhone, I decided perhaps takeout was the way to go. I ordered a pizza. Hamburger seemed like a good bet and some cola. The phone rang, and he gave me a quizzical look. “Hello? Yes, I’ll be right down.” I fished through my purse for some money.

DUDE! “Your order will be ready soon.” in his deepest voice, he whispers, “But before that, can I get your number, Henrietta?” “W-what?” he molested me! How dare he ask for my number! “Just one message is all I need to place your order first, you can pick it up right away when you arrive, you don’t have to wait.” oh, I see, he is offering me a generous service, “You can order any other thing out of the menu too if you want too.” I can? “You can order coffee, you can order tea, or you can order me.” Uh! What the hell is wrong with this dude!?