Hot Delivery Guy Novels & Stories

She had told them repeatedly, had tried to cancel the standing order, but the deliveries kept coming, precise and relentless. Avery opened her mouth to refuse, but the server had already moved with practiced efficiency, placing several generously portioned, luxuriously packaged thermal containers on the entryway console. The containers were still warm to the touch, steam rising from the vents. Then he was gone, wheeling his cart away as silently as he had arrived, disappearing down the hallway without a backward glance.

“Delivery will be here in forty minutes.” Marisol pressed a hand to her chest. “I love you.” “I know.” The white delivery van pulled up to the service entrance at 4:38. Two delivery guys came in carrying crate after crate. The entire office rose like a tiny village watching humanitarian aid arrive after a brutal winter. I let them put everything away. Cabinet doors opened and shut. Plastic crinkled. Camila argued with Leo about where the hummus belonged, while Nina checked the invoice and removed three types of kombucha that had somehow arrived in larger quantities than we ordered.

My name is Jones. I’ve only been delivering pizza for a week, but I already need the extra cash bad to pay off some school loans. I was still waiting to hear back on a couple other applications I put in last week, but for now this was my grind. The store owner’s voice crackled over the loudspeaker. “Jones! Pick up! Two large pizzas to go!” I glanced at my watch — just past 6pm, right when the rush was starting to hit. “Hey! You make that delivery and get your ass back here fast. Business is picking up,” he barked in that terrible fake Italian accent.

I won't see you again. Hannah was stunned when she saw this. She quickly called him, but no one answered. Just as she was about to get up and get dressed to look for him, the doorbell rang. "Your food delivery is here!" A delivery guy's voice came from the door. Hannah walked to the door but didn't open it. She looked through the peephole and saw it really was a delivery guy. She asked through the door, "I didn't order any food. Did you get the wrong address?"

This delivery guy had quite the body and to be honest I would definitely like to lay on his chest and listen to his war stories but I have a son that might be wondering why uncle Seth is at the house and his mother is nowhere to be found. I didn't even know when Seth walked back, it was when he opened the driver's seat that I returned back to reality. I collected the packs containing burgers and a bowl of fries. “So you're the delivery man?” “Yes I am, that's my job and there's no big order today so the bikers are handling the rest.”

I didn’t recognise the number. ‘Hello?’ ‘Ms Hyacinth Galloway?’ ‘Speaking.’ ‘Hi, it’s Darren from Couriers R Us. I’m at Lauderdale Tower with a delivery for you. You’re not in, so I’m checking, shall I leave it with the concierge or just at the penthouse door?’ My mind went completely blank. I hadn’t ordered anything. ‘Delivery? From who?’ ‘The company name is, uh…’ There was a faint rustle of paper. ‘“Pleasure Principle Ltd.” It’s a, well, the label just says “Personal Massager Unit.”’

I move to check it, but before I can grab the covering, the doorbell chimes. I wonder who it is that has come Around. The doorbell chimes again. I walk away from the pot and drop the rag on the rectangular table that’s in the middle of the kitchen. Oh, I think it’s the pizza guy. Whenever Kyle and Harley are done fucking, they always order for a pizza. I guess they ordered today before time. I reach the door and pull it open. Yes, I’m right it’s a pizza delivery guy. “Good day, ma’am” he greets with a smile. He’s wearing a yellow shirt that has the company logo on it, I suppose. It’s at the top left side and he is also wearing a red cap and black pants.

Maybe that'll make her stomach feel better this morning. "Wow, that's really fast," said Hana who was amazed that her order would arrive soon. She deliberately used express and closest orders from her magnificent office. No need to wait any longer, Hana then heard a knock on her door. This was much faster than she had expected. "But I hope that the food I ordered this morning isn't stale food or yesterday's leftover food because it arrived so fast," Hana muttered to herself. She then opened the door of her room and found a food delivery person who looked very friendly. He was also quite young, of course, making Hana feel sorry and gave the young man quite a large tip that morning.