THE WEIRD ANNOYING DELIEVERY GUY

As we approach the door of his office, we are greeted by the sight of the beleaguered delivery guy standing there, a box of Domino's Pizza cradled in his arms. He's jabbing at the doorbell with an air of frustration, as if trying to will it to open faster. Patience clearly isn't his strong suit; he's practically radiating impatience, like an overzealous beacon of annoyance. Not even we who are dying of lust are experiencing this impatience, you know. He is quite an impatient creature.


"Hey, man! You might break the poor bell," Damian speaks as he helps me down to my feet, pulling me to him as soon as my feet graze the ground.

Fuck this delivery idiot! He just had the worst timing. Enemy of pleasure and happiness! What happened to being late, even for just ten short minutes? Wouldn't that have cost him his life? Imao! I take my time to hitch my dress, which had ridden up remarkably high. Part of my butt was even exposed. My!

"Hey!" I hear Damian exclaim as I finish up fixing myself and jerk my face up, cuddling with him as he shrouds my waist, his hand nuzzling my belly.


I shoot my gaze at this delivery. Aside from being an idiot and a bad timer, he is also deaf and dumb, or what? Why the fuck is he not talking? By the ankle of his craned neck, one can clearly see that his eyes are fixed on me through the veil of the glass of his cap. Weirdly, I feel his aggravating eyes scanning my body, particularly where Damian's hand is resting, and it is giving me bad chills. Has he never seen a romantic couple, or what the fuck is wrong with him?

"Give me my damn order!" Damian demands, his voice laced with irritation, clearly fed up with the strange behavior of the delivery guy. I can't blame him; this guy's antics are getting on my nerves too. I can't believe a big company like Domino's Pizza can have such an annoying dummy as an employee. Where did this one pass through to get into their working team?


"Okay, sir!"

Fantastic! He finally found his voice.

But, Wait! Did I hear that voice well, or is there something wrong with my hearing system?

That voice! That freaking irritating voice!?

"Sign here, please," the delivery guy insists, thrusting the delivery book towards Damian. Damian reluctantly peels his hand from mine to sign the book.

That voice—it is hitting a chord of recognition within me.

As Damian takes the book, I seize the opportunity to shoot a stern look at the delivery guy, anger and resentment building in me from nowhere. There is something undeniably familiar about him. Why does he feel so familiar? Why is he stirring up a storm within me with just his presence? And the way he is looking at me—it is like he knows something I don't, or he is just being an annoying dick. But his damn voice—it is like a haunting echo from the past.

"Do you have a problem with my fiancee?"

That is just it! Damian is pissed off to his neck. He has fallen short of his cool and he can't impede it any longer. His dominant tone snaps this guy's attention away from me.

"No! Not all, sir!"

That voice again! I can not be mistaken, and now that I know who it belongs to, my anger is choking me in the throat. The bile is too huge, and I am itching with rage. It is not because of what he did to me, but because of the presumptions as to why he is here. Isn't this too much of a coincidence?

"Good! Now keep your fucking eyes off her if you don't want me to gouge them out!" Damian airs in a tone full of authority and dominance. It softly but coldly echoes with so much peril. A tone that no one would dare to defy, well, except for this dickhead who dares to retort.

"She is beautiful," He mumbles, and Damian fires a murderous glare at him, his hands clenching on the box of pizza he was handed a few minutes ago. Were it not for that and the delivery book in his other hand, his hands would be furiously clenched into fists. "A harmless compliment, though," The jerk adds.

Damian doesn't utter a word, and that shows just how pissed off he is. Not more than me, though. The adulterous, lying bastard has the balls to compliment me now?

I snatch the fucking book from Damian, but before I verify what I wanted, the ignoramus jerk speaks, seizing our attention.

"Have you forgotten me so soon that you have to confirm whether it is really me?"

The nerve! The sickening temerity of him! The shamelessness of his hard-grilled shrunk balls! How the fuck dare he?

I shoot a piercing glare at him while Damian's patience wears thin, his attention shifting sharply to me. This guy really has some rotten nerve. Amidst the tension thickening in the air, this fool decides it is the perfect time to reveal his face, removing the cap that concealed his features.

As the cap comes off, a surge of disgust washes over me. The imbecile himself is wearing a smug that evokes a catastrophe of emotions within me—Leo Theodore. This despicable son of a bitch.

"Does your memory stink that bad, Ellie? You can't even recognize my sweet voice anymore." He sneers, his words dripping with sarcasm and contempt.

Sweet? What is sweet about him? No, honestly, what? I look at him right now, and I mentally laugh at myself for having loved him before. What a taste I had, huh! He is worse than a waste scrap metal. He stinks!

"If there was anything attractive about you, I wouldn't have forgotten you ‘this soon', don't you think?" I fire, throwing the damn book in his face. Everything that has his mark on it just stinks!

The idiot catches the delivery book just before it can collide with his face; his movements are quick but not quick enough to avoid the humiliating near-miss. Angling himself to speak again, he's visibly seething with indignation. "Is that why you wasted no time spreading your legs to the first man you came across? I thought you had morals and dignity." His voice drips with venom, his attempt at a cutting remark falling short as he trails off, perhaps realizing the futility of his words.