Hot Delivery Guy Mga Nobela at Kwento

Scarlett carries him in her arms , humming softly " baby it's time for you to sleep now " He yawns tiredly... Later that night , Scarlett is in the kitchen cooking when the door bell rings. She looks up surprised and hurries to open the door but frowns seeing another person outside. " Err who are you" The guy removes his helmet " good evening ma'am, I am a delivery person and this package is for you " She takes the huge box surprised " are you sure it's mine " " Yes ma'am, you're Miss Scarlett blackwood right" "Yeah "

The footage showed clearly: he went to the 18th floor. A woman who lived on the 18th floor gasped, “That’s the sushi chef! He delivered a late-night meal to me!” The police immediately questioned her. “Do you know who he is? Do you have his contact information?” Miss Tyler shook her head, puzzled. “I don’t know him. A friend ordered it for me that night. Normally delivery goes through the front desk, but my friend said this chef insists on delivering it personally because he’s picky about hand temperature. So… I let him in.”

I wasn’t expecting… him. The delivery guy. Tall. Broad. Tattoos curling up his forearm. A cigarette tucked behind his ear. His eyes—dark, sharp—dragged down my legs like heat. He looked at me like he already knew I wasn’t innocent. Like he could smell it. “Pizza?” His voice was low, lazy, like sin in human form. I reached for the box, but his fingers brushed mine. On purpose. A jolt shot straight to my stomach. His gaze lingered. Heavy. Hungry.

“Thanks, sweetheart. You're a lifesaver.” “Sweetheart?” I raised an eyebrow but kept stacking. “Just doing my job.” The first guy….his name tag read ‘Mike’ chuckled. “Don't mind us. Heat has got everyone cranky. Do you want a cold one before you head out?” “Nah, I'm good. Got more deliveries." I said, straightening up and brushing dirt from my hands. But the tarp's shade felt nice, and the van's AC wasn't working. One bottle wouldn't hurt.

Mary nodded. “She’s right, mami. This is… ay Dios mío… adorable.” Another knock hit the door. All three froze. Kim narrowed her eyes. “If that is him at your door, I’m jumping out the window.” Norah opened the door slowly — A delivery guy stood with his arms full of breakfast bags and drinks. “For Norah Jackson,” he said. “All paid. Sender says, ‘Eat something.’” Kim’s mouth dropped open. Mary covered her heart. The moment the door shut—

"Why don't they deliver?" "Their delivery guy was run over yesterday and they're looking for a new one. The guy isn't dead. He's at the hospital. Imagine how sorry they were that they felt the need to explain themselves. Poor guys" "Get to the point, Pippa" "So, yeah, that's what happened. I would pick up the food but I have an appointment with my OB/GYN. Cravings are a bitch, Eva. Please just pick up the order for me. I'll owe you big time" it sounded like bullshit.

It was very warm, I didn't know whether it was because I was biologically warm or because the heater was on and I had just taken a hot shower, but it was very hot. "you're done.. Good. The food just arrived." "so soon?" I asked and she sighed, "I order a lot. So they know this address and know they have to hurry since I'm a cop... And you almost took an hour showering. It's late." I sat on the couch next to her, "God I hope you didn't threaten the poor delivery guys.. And shut up I was sweating." She just laughed and turned on the TV before taking the pizza as we started eating, "what are you up for?"

After several futile attempts to reach his boss, he finally did. "Tell me that you've good news for me?" The deep voice on the other end asked, and he nodded, "I do, boss. I have found her." "Good. And you know the address." "Still parked in front of her house..there is a man inside with her." The delivery guy informed his boss, "White male, should be around thirty or so. Seems like he hates Mr. Bernadotte, because he went livid the second he heard the name."

“We forgot to have dinner! Ahhh, I’m going to faint from hunger. Quickly order some takeout…” Before she finished the sentence, there was a knock on the door. Hazel was a little startled and intuitively asked, “Who is it?” “A deliveryman,” The person outside replied quietly. “The delivery man is that quick?” Mandy asked in surprise. But Hazel was suddenly happy and rushed to the door and opened it. Joshua, who was in a suit, was standing outside the door and holding food containers, radiating a delicious smell. “Why are you here?” Hazel delightedly took the food in his hand.

Koishi said, rolling his eyes in response, seeing the time still 47 seconds left for the light to turn green. “Come fast, the pizza is ready for another delivery dont waste time making useless reasons. You are a delivery guy you should know how to make cuts to reach your destination” with that the caller from the other end just hangs up. "Oh, why not I'm in GAT right I will drive and hit-and-run everyone in my path just for your temptation not being a patient one, can't he see me in the location tracker? where I'm" “Like!! Really? Ugh, no use it's not like if I said anything it would make any difference” mumbling to himself hearing the car honking behind him and snapping him out of his thoug