He Wants To Order Novels & Stories

"Let me place your order." He lowered his gaze and took out his phone from his pocket, planning to have Henry personally go to the hotel to collect the order. After putting down the phone, his gaze softened slightly. "I'll leave after you finish eating, okay?" As soon as he said that, he received a message from Joey. "I have something to do, I'm leaving first."

"That must have unnerved them because I know the right key combinations for the locks." "Did you get a drink? " He asked with concern. "Yeah, but I didn't get to finish the can and it's not cold now." "Don't worry, I'll order food for delivery. What do you feel like having now?" "Hmmm, Chinese noodles and seafood?" "Ok, I know just the perfect resto for that," he said while winking at me then dialing a number. "See, very fast right?" He looked at me as if seeking my approval. "Your every wish is my command,Darling."

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?”

She ordered and he blinked. “Huh?” “Pay for the ice cream.” She ordered.

I look at him once again as I study him; I need him to get out of his mind, “I am heading into the city this morning if you want to come with me.” And then finally a descend conversation, “What are you going there for?” I cannot help but smile at him, “I need things that the local store does not sell.” He looks at me rather confused, but yet I still have his attention. Then he asks, “Can't they order it?” I only but sake my head at him, “It's quicker to do it myself.” Once again, much to my surprise, in nods, “Give me a minute to get changed.” “I will wait for you at the truck.”

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."