Hot Delivery Guy Novels & Stories

Note: [Keep going, worker. He went ballistic online, claiming I was cursing him with dark magic. He started a livestream, camera on the front desk, vowing to reject my delivery and break my spell. The chat buzzed with his allies and curious onlookers. When the delivery arrived, KeyboardFury screamed at the courier, "I'm not taking it! Tell Patricia that her stuff is filthy!" The courier blinked, raising no objections. He simply left the meal at the front desk, snapped a photo, marked it delivered, and walked off.

When Joey was getting ready to sleep, there was suddenly a knock on her door. Her phone suddenly rang, too. It was a call from a delivery guy. Joey was confused as she hadn't ordered any food. Answering the call, she said, "Hello." "Are you Ms. Linton? I have a delivery for you," the delivery guy said enthusiastically. "I didn't order any delivery," Joey said politely. "It's from your friend. I left it at your door. I have another order to deliver," the delivery guy said before hanging up.

What if Bonus Chapter 12: What If Eli Was a Delivery Guy – Wrong Address? Dante POV The doorbell rang just as I stepped out of the shower. I wrapped a towel around my waist, still dripping, and padded barefoot to the door. When I opened it, a guy stood there holding a large package, looking slightly frazzled. “Delivery for 4C?” he asked, checking the label. “That’s next door,” I said, leaning against the frame. “Wrong building number. Happens all the time.”

A beat-up scooter backfired at the corner, sounding like a gunshot. "Pizza's here. Move." Inside the lobby, a guy in a neon poncho burst in, boots squeaking like a dying animal on the marble. "Hey! Order for Floor 50! P. Shaw!" the driver bellowed, his Brooklyn accent shattering the quiet. "Building’s closed. Leave it on the desk," Stan didn't even look up. "Leave it? I rode across the city for three bucks tip! It says 'Personal Delivery' right here!" The driver started slapping the counter.

Good Hemmings, there was a thing called food delivery. I ordered pepperoni and cheese and when the bell finally rang, I jumped to my feet and ran like a mad, hungry girl which I probably was right now. I was going to swing the door open like I usually did but then I remembered reading an article somewhere about the dangers of opening the door before checking. For the first time in my life, I leaned forward and peered through the small peephole. A guy dressed in a regular red and white shirt wearing a cap with a similar color combination stood on the other side of the door, a box of pizza in his hand. Well, he looked like a delivery guy for me so I swung my door open.

I asked as soon as Oliver came into view with the delivery guy. Oliver turned around and had pure relief on his face upon seeing me. "Thank fucking hell you're here. I can't deal with this guy!" He threw his hands up and walked away. He might be a whiz in the tech side of this business, but I'll have to remember that he wasn't very good with customer service. "Hey, I'm DrakeHudson, the owner of this place. What seems to be the problem?" The delivery guy threw daggers at Oliver's retreating back before he looked at me and shook my hand.

he asked. “I’m making a delivery.” His colleague circled my truck, searching as if he knew exactly what he was doing. I stayed calm, steadying my chest and waiting for their next move. I glanced at my wristwatch; just a few minutes left. I honked at them. The other one waved me to hold on. I pulled out some cash. They walked back, and I gave them a smile as I extended it. “The weather’s cold. You can get something hot.” One of them hesitated, but the other grabbed the money with a short smile.

121 Several streets away, Pedro adjusted the delivery bag strapped behind his motorcycle. “Last order of the night,” he muttered tiredly. His voice carried a slight accent. The twenty-six-year-old delivery rider rubbed his freezing hands together before checking the address again on his cracked phone screen. Apartment 6B. Third building. He sighed deeply. “Why do people order soup at midnight during a storm?” The old woman at the food stall laughed loudly. “Because lazy people still need to eat!”

"You ordered something to eat, I took a taxi to come over." "Okay, then be careful on your way." "Um." After hanging up the phone, Hannah immediately ordered some food on Grubhub and then got up to brush her teeth. Thinking of Hollis, Hannah clicked on Line and sent a message to Hollis. The other party did not reply, and she did not continue to send any more messages. Kendall was a delivery person. Hannah opened the door and found Kendall standing there. He had a suitcase in one hand and was carrying the takeout she had ordered in the other hand.

I stuck my tongue at him before waltzing to the door with a spring to my step. "Delivery!" The young guy at the door announced, a wide grin on his face. "Wow, it's not every day we get a chirpy delivery dude," I teased, retrieving the package from him. He was quite good-looking. His shaggy blonde hair and pretty blue eyes made him look quite stunning. "Or a hot one either." "All to get that five-star recommendation, my good lady!" The delivery man replied brightly, throwing a wink my way. "Oh, you've got it definitely. Keep going around and you'll have the hearts of half the women in New York I'm sure."