Hot Delivery Guy Novels & Stories

My house started smelling like lunch, like home, like normal life that wasn’t exactly normal. I had just poured in the cream when the doorbell rang. Once. I turned the heat low, set down the wooden spoon, and walked to the foyer, wiping my hands on a dish towel. Outside the front glass door stood a young delivery guy in a navy jacket, holding a long white box tied with a cream ribbon. I opened the door. “Delivery for Ms. Gómez.” “I didn’t order anything.” He checked the little screen in his hand. “Prepaid.”

Nevertheless, she was seriously pissed when she left me because how my families had treated her. Fuck. I silently curse them. All my relatives are a bunch of stupid fuckers. Suddenly I hear two staffs whispering as they walk past me. “…the delivery guy should have arrived a long time ago. Where is he?” “No idea. His trolley was left in the parking lot. No one has seen him. How weird is that? Something occurs to me in a split of second. I snap my head back and grab one of them. The man is startled when he sees me.

She stomped over to the door and yanked it open, revealing a guy in a dorky yellow uniform and helmet. "You're the food delivery dude?" Julia's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. She was 100 percent sure she had not ordered anything, and she would bet her last dollar that Walter or her crew had not either. "Are you positive this is where you're supposed to be?" The delivery guy, a bit intimidated by Julia's fierce vibe, double-checked the address on his order. "Yep, it's all good. Want to see for yourself?" He held out the order slip like a peace offering.

Just moments ago, I accepted a delivery order. My task was to pick up the order from the drugstore and deliver it to Jubilee Heights, a gated community. I was about a mile away from the drop-off location when I saw the order details. The customer, Ms. Irina Upton, had purchased special protection product and added a note, saying, "Please deliver it within 30 minutes. You'll be getting an additional tip. Thanks." It was noon. Were they in such a rush?

“You riders are lifesavers. Have a good night, dear.” “You too, ma’am,” I said, stepping back onto the sidewalk. As I pulled my helmet back on, my phone buzzed in my pocket. Adrian: Started delivery yet? I tapped out a quick reply while keeping one eye on the street. Me: Yes, just finished the first one. Adrian: Okay, let me not distract you. Tell me when you get home. Be safe.

"Return them to the sender." The tall, red-haired delivery guy standing outside my door stared blankly at me with obsidian eyes. It was noon the next day, and I was extremely peevish and moody. The delivery guy compressed his lips and held up his hand to halt the other two guys who were dutifully unloading rolls of fabric from a white truck with the logo, 'Reel O' Roll', on the side.

The first Tuesday it arrived, he thought it was Maya. He was at his desk at 12:30, halfway through a vendor access audit that needed to be done by Friday, when there was a knock at the door. A delivery guy with a bag from a restaurant he recognised from the area around the Sinclair building. No note. Just the food, packed neatly, everything warm. He texted Maya: Did you send me lunch? She replied: No. Why, someone sent you lunch?

"So. Do you want to explain why it's ten below in your bedroom in the middle of December, you're stark naked, the sheets look like they survived a hurricane, and I thought I saw a pair of male buttocks disappearing out your window?" I stand frozen, mouth open, desperately searching for a credible lie. "There's a... a delivery guy. For pizzas. Who got the wrong address." "A pizza delivery guy. Naked. At seven in the morning. Who got the wrong address and left via the window." "Yes. It's a new trend. Delivery... organic. And... eco-responsible. Without packaging." Matha blinks. Then she bursts out laughing. A real laugh, powerful, that doubles her over, that brings tears to her eyes, that make

it seemed like a bad idea "Where are you? I will return the package to you" the delivery guy's voice pulled her from her thoughts. She gave him her location. "I'm close to that place" he said "I will be there in fifteen minutes." As she walked out of the building, her mind racing. Why does no one deliver to that address? Something feels fishy. Fifteen minutes later, a delivery bike came to a stop at the curb. The rider pulled his phone out and called her number. Jia waved to him, then ended the call with a quick swipe.

"Poor baby." "I'm delicate." He retorted. "It takes a strong man to not only be a founder but an owner of a top company." Yeah yeah, I didn't reply to that. There was no need to rub it all in my face. I'm not jewoiys before y'all say I am..... I'm just joking. The food arrived thirty minutes later, the delivery guy handing over bags that were warm and fragrant. The smell of basil and lemongrass filled the penthouse, making my stomach growl.