Pizza Delivery Man And Gold Palace Chapter 53 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

’ Cullen thought. Georgia was not able to talk. She was elbowing Heart. Heart side eyed on her but then the pizza delivery guy arrived and the beers. Heart saw them and received the food, Georgia grabbed the beers and entered at the apartment unit. Heart was holding the pizza boxes. “Just go, Mr. CEO Cullen Lee.” Heart said. “Um, ma’am, it is not yet paid yet.” The delivery guy for beers said. Heart raised her hand. “Ah, please wait.” Heart said.

You could swear on your life that it wasn't chicken if you weren't present when it burnt because it was burnt beyond recognition. He is lucky he lived alone, if he lived with Leah she wouldn't let this incident slide for a couple of months. Moments later the delivery guy arrived, I opted to get it because Bryan Was setting up the room for our movie. I got his wallet and rushed down To make the payments, when I opened the door I was stunned for a few milli seconds. "Your order ma'am "he said handing over the box of pizza with a smile

“It’s dinner.” “…Dinner?” “There’s a pizza on the table. You’ve got fifteen minutes to pick up the boss’s real order from Primo’s down the block and bring it back. Hot. Untouched.” Matteo blinked. “You’re sending me… for pizza?” The man smirked. “Everyone starts somewhere. Don’t mess it up.” “Pizza? Seriously? I was supposed to spy on a mafia boss, not deliver dinner” he muttered to himself --- 12 Minutes Later

"What you need is pizza. That horrible one, with stuffed crust and the olives that only you like. And a bad movie. And to forget that men like Lucas Thorne exist." A genuine smile, the first since I had opened the letter, reached my lips. "That sounds like a perfect plan." ***** Michael kept his promise. There were no more discussions about inheritances, mysterious letters, or oil companies. The afternoon turned into a deliberate escape to normality. First, the pizza. We found a small pizzeria in the Village, one of those that seem frozen in time, with formica tables and neon lights. We ordered a large pizza, half with the horrible olives I love and half with pepperoni for him.

No word was spoken as more than thirty pairs of eyes snapped in my direction. One minute. Two minutes. "He..Hello?" I tried to wave but failed as my breath hitched in my throat. "Tiramisu?" I offered, raising the box up. "Tiramisu? Who ordered fucking Tiramisu?" A voice rang out. I waited for a few minutes. "Not here, No one ordered Tiramisu." The man said impatiently, waving me off as they continued with their game of Monopoly. "Uhm.. There was no name but it definitely said; The Den, 801 Crescenta Street by Pueto Road." I answered.

It will throw them off the scent of the real outcome of today’s appointment. Later, Jackson and Kennedy follow each other down the street and into the driveway. I knew they planned to be home early tonight. As they enter the kitchen, Jackson announces a pizza delivery car pulled up out front. I gather my money and greet the pizza dude at the door. Hearing Jackson and Kennedy murmuring in the kitchen, I know they’re reading into my decision to order the pizza. I can’t wait to surprise them.

However, I still forgot to pick it up until Phyna reminded me. After getting the textbook, I stopped by a pizzeria and bought a box of pizza. I bumped into the manager of the pizzeria on my way out and to my surprise, it was a very familiar face. "Wow! The moon decided to descend and grace our pizza parlor today!" He exclaimed. I felt the urge to puke, especially when his hand brushed against mine. However, I forced a smile on my face and pulled my hand away. How could I ever forget Henry, one of the few people I hated in the world?

Mark Susan lay prostrate on the ground for a long time, then a waiter quickly came to clean him up, and someone lifted him up and took him to the bathroom to take the food. After a while, Jack Lee finally recovered Mark Susan, who had been drinking unsteadily on the road, returned. The two sat on the sofa. Mark Susan held his head in pain, calm as a little girl. Just at this moment, the door to the room opened, a person walked in carrying a cup of wine, this person wearing a straight suit, carrying a shiny gold Rolex watch in his hand, with a modest smile on his face, walked in. In front of everyone, speak politely. "Hello everyone, I am Zeus Palace's guest manager and manager of the Border

Dante’s cheeks turned red at my question. “Well, I um, made the pizza at home, then re-warmed it when I got here,” Dante admitted. “Oh,” I said, putting the slice I'd been eating down. That was strange. He usually let The Golden Hive provide dinner for us. “So,” Dante asked, taking a sip of his water. “How was your day?” His question triggered my brain to put together the puzzle pieces that had been sitting in front of me. That was when I realized I was reading this situation all wrong. No one else had died. Dante wasn’t trying to tell me some horrible news and he just didn’t know how to say it. This wasn’t even about the mission or The Golden Hive even.

Mary licked my cock and her friend’s leaking asshole clean. “Beep! Buzz! Beep! Buzz!” My phone started going crazy on the floor. Gigi grabbed my jeans, pulled it out, and answered. “Hello! The pizza boy’s phone. Who is this? Pizza Shack? Mr. Luigi! Where’s your pizza boy? Let me complain first. Every time me and my friend order from you, you fuck it up. We asked for extra sausage and you sent cheese pizza. Listen up, Jones helped us out. We’re holding him hostage, you pizza cock sucker. Fuck you! He quits your fucking pizza place. You guys suck balls. Good night!” Gigi yelled, then hung up.