Hot Delivery Guy Novels & Stories

He increased his pace. "Y-yeah ah!" * He left me on the bed and went to go answer the door. I'm even more exhausted now. After calming down I wore my bathrobe and went to the living room. "Thank you." He gave the delivery guy a tip. "And I've made sure to take longer than usual as per your request. It's pretty uh odd to be honest. Most customers want their pizza as soon as possible. But anyways, enjoy." "Thank you." The guy left. Lupus closed the door then froze after seeing me.

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.

"I see so where were you when Mr Desmond was killed??" I ask again deli.....very "I was making......delivery...." he replied nervously,"delivery by 3am" I replied. "ye....sss,we....deli....ver at midnight too,it base.....on.....the..time our...customer....wants...," "Ok I understand ,so you are not around when it happens ?" "ye...ss," "ok Thanks for cooperating with us." 3minutes late "Yes ,am Derek John an attorney,is this daylight delivery? " "Yes" the person at the end of the phone replied,"then you must be the manager ?"

“I want a large pepperoni pizza, extra cheese. And do you guys still have that double-chocolate ice cream?” “Sure do,” the guy replied. “You want the pint or the quart?” “Pint. I’m depressed, not suicidal,” I muttered. He chuckled. “Got it. That’ll be about twenty-five, give or take. Thirty to forty minutes, cool?” “Perfect,” I said. “I’ll be down to grab it.” About forty minutes later, I got the text: ‘Your delivery has arrived.’ I slipped on my slides and headed outside. As I walked past the security guard, he looked up from his screen.

“You find time, besides your day job, to effectively create images of some assholes, and you don't have time to work on yours. You should think about it.” “Get in, guys. We have no time. The food cannot be home before us.” Matthew said impatiently, he was standing by the taxi. They got inside the car as soon as possible. The streets were empty so they made it home quickly. In front of the building, a food delivery person was waiting for them, standing in front of the motorcycle with a huge thermal bag. “And I'm glad you're here, Monsieur.” He said when he saw Matthew. “Great timing!” Jo was enthusiastic seeing four big carton boxes, which Jack immediately took over.

“That was the agreement. Not seven fifteen. Not whenever-you-felt-like-crawling-out-of-bed o’clock. Seven. Sharp.” The delivery guy, a teenager with too many piercings and not enough caffeine, scratched the back of his neck. “Traffic was hell, okay? And Derek had to switch vans with me because the regular one got towed. I’m doing my best.” “Your best is currently giving me wilted strawberries and the wrong kind of chocolate. Again.” He held up his hands like I’d just threatened his bloodline. “Look, I just deliver the stuff. Talk to dispatch if it’s a problem.”

His phone started ringing, he picked up. "Hi Mr Anthony, I am the delivery guy and I am in front of the hospital with what you ordered." The delivery guy rushed the words. "I am coming right now." Anthony yelled and hung up Immediately and headed downstairs. He saw the guy peeping in. "Hey, delivery guy, what makes you come here late? I ordered food for an ill person and you arrived late. If anything happens to her then you are finished. Hand over the food to me now." He shouted at him. The delivery guy reached for the food and gave it to him.