Hot Delivery Guy Novels & Stories

Those words still haunt me until today and it still sends a shiver down my entire body just thinking about it. Upon contemplating, I ended up ordering foods through Postmates and while was waiting for it to be delivered, I took a quick shower to cool my thoughts about Milo. As soon as my orders arrived, I ate right away knowing the fact that I have been starving for the past hour. The foods were perfectly hot just the way I like it and to be honest it came faster than I was expecting it to arrive. In the middle of my meal, a knock came by the door.

The restaurant was about half an hour away from where I was, but the city center was often congested, especially at this time when everyone was leaving work, making the roads even more crowded. As the rush hour approached, I worried about getting stuck in traffic, so I decided to take the subway. Although it wasn't yet time for people to leave work, the subway was already packed with commuters. All the seats were taken, and a few people could only stand. I stood near the entrance and just as the subway started moving, my phone rang. I took it out and saw an unfamiliar phone number on the display. "Hello! Who is this?" I asked. "Good day, Mr. Edwards. This is Max Wind Express Delivery Company

she asked continuously as she approached the young man as she was getting off of the stairs. The delivery guy could only look at her beauty as she continued to question him. “What, the cat got your tongue? Can’t you speak?” She was annoyed at the person in front of her for not answering her questions. “Right, sorry, my name is Blake Elon, from Elon Delivery Services. I’m here to deliver this envelope to Mr. George Weston, and I’m waiting for him to receive it.” He finally answered.

If this man put on a black suit and tie and was seen from behind, he would completely look like Zachary. Of course, his face could not be shown. “I’m sorry for being late, Ms. Daniels.” The delivery man was still apologizing. “It’s okay, don’t worry. I won’t give you a bad review. It’s normal for the roads to be congested during peak hours. You should also drive slowly and not speed. It’s fine if you’re a little late. By the way, what’s your name?”

I even hacked a stranger's account last night to pay for the delivery. I walk into the mailroom and see a young man I have never met before. “Hello,” I say casually. “Hello,” he replies as he keeps sorting the mail. Thank God, he doesn’t know who I am. “The courier is coming to pick up this package,” I reply very nonchalantly. “Yeah cool. Just put it with the other packages on the trolley at the end of the bay. The guy normally gets here in around half an hour,” he replies without looking up again.

Sonia yelled back at him defiantly, "What the hell is wrong with you? It's clearly written there on the map! It's the best pick-up spot for delivery services! Take a closer look!" The DoorDasher just hung up angrily after realizing he couldn't reason with her. Meanwhile, the two colleagues who had gone down to fetch the drinks wandered around half the city under the blazing hot sun as they tried to find the DoorDasher. When they finally returned with the drinks, they were both covered in sweat as they complained, "What the hell? That pick-up point was too damn far! We only managed to find it after going around in circles for ages!" "My coffee slushie is all melted and even at room temperatur

another added. I pretended to act unbothered, but inside I was glowing. He never announced it. Never made it obvious. But everyone could feel it. Especially when food started arriving. One afternoon, just as I was closing a report, a delivery guy appeared again. Packed lunch. Warm. Everything I liked. Even the boba tea with less ice because I once complained too much ice was a scam. I didn’t even need to check the sender. My phone buzzed immediately.

He wiped himself off, then put his sausage away. "The food stays pretty hot in the packaging," he said as I handed him the money, including his well deserved tip. "If you need to, just microwave for a minute right in the box and it will be right as rain." "Thank you," I said. "Another excellent delivery." "Call anytime. I mean it. They can drag me out of bed if you'd like something delivered." I laughed. "I doubt we'll be calling again before the end of her slavery." "Well, I appreciate it. I'm not likely to forget."

He wiped his tears, adjusted his mindset, stood up from the ground, and ordered takeout from his phone. He thought he could finally eat something, but half an hour later, the delivery guy called him, asking him to get the food at the gate because the security guard would not let him in. He lived in a high-end neighborhood, which did not allow delivery people to enter as they thought it would tarnish the neighborhood’s reputation. Stephen fell silent for a while. In the end, he drove to the gate to pick up his food. When he got home, the food had long gone cold.

The delivery guy pleaded while stuttering. “Shhhhhhhhh, chill man it's a question no need of beating your self.” he said as he stood and gave him a friendly punch on the chest and shouted Daymond's name. “Yo Daymond, move your ass here man.” Daymond came looked at the delivery guy and knew wat to do immediately, he collected the delivery, paid and sent the delivery guy away. He opened it and it was a box almost empty but you could tell that something is dangling inside of it . He tore the caton and saw a red hair underneath it was a letter.