Falling for the Billionaire Deal

Chapter 3: LUNA

I started searching for jobs. In the meantime, I had to get a job that wasn't very time-consuming because I still had Venissa, and my aunt wasn't close by to drop her off. Fortunately, a signboard for a restaurant caught my attention as I was strolling down our street.

"NEED DELIVERY BOY/GIRL!" I saw two waiters at the counter as soon as I walked in.

Yes, please tell us what you need.

"I saw your signboard; you guys are in need of a delivery person."

"Correct," the girl waiter replied, and she directed me to follow her. I spoke with the restaurant's manager, who asked if I wanted to start delivery immediately.

Why not? I smiled as he showed me where the delivery bike was. He gave me a phone pad with the address I was to deliver to, and if I received any new deliveries, I would be notified. I hopped onto the bike and began my delivery.

My first delivery was in the east, on northern road No. 36, and when I knocked, a woman opened.

"Oh, thanks." She took the pizza from me and handed me some money.

Before I had a chance to say thank you, she said, "Your tip," and shut the door. I realized that the people in the city are very nice and gentle, and they tip generously. I had delivered for about three people, and the final one of the day was in a hotel. It was a very expensive hotel, and I am not sure who I will be meeting for the delivery.

My phone's notification said the room was on the 15th floor, so I needed to take the elevator. When I got to the room, I knocked, but nobody answered. The room was a finger print, but as I looked closer, I noticed the door was not completely shut, so I pushed it, and it opened. I walked into the most beautiful place I had ever seen. The bed was king-size and the most decorative I had ever seen. The lightning was also red and blue, blinking and making it appear as if there was a party going on.

I walked closer to the table beside the door and dropped the pizza, then looked up to see a television nearly the size of a movie screen. It was showing a television show that I believe I have seen before but cannot remember the name of. I heard what sounded like a bathroom door, and before I could turn around and leave, a man in only pants and drying himself with a towel stood there, stunned, looking at me. He quickly covered his pants with his towel, as if he knew my gaze would be drawn to them soon, and the way he looked at me made me wonder if he was expecting a delivery.

I had a few moments to look at him; he had a sharp jawline, flawless melanin skin, and lips so red they looked like he was wearing lipstick. He had flawlessly arched eyebrows, but what about his eyes? They were so small but so full of hair, and they were brown—even more so than my hair—that you would think he wore contacts. My gaze eventually fell to his biceps; he was quite large and muscular, with the definition of a "6 pack." It wasn't too much, but it was perfect. He looked like he visited the gym maybe once or twice in two weeks and didn't have to try too hard to keep in shape. He was the definition of handsome. The most attractive guy I have ever seen was right in front of me, meters away.

I had completely forgotten that I was clearly observing him, and he had already put his hands on his waist as if he was waiting for me to process what I had just witnessed. I tried to force words out, but they won't come out because I didn't know what to say. What if this was actually the wrong room?

"Did you forget anything, little miss?" That question seemed intimidating. Yes, I was a little short for my age, but that does not mean I will accept a handsome man calling me little, especially if he said it in such a flirtatious tone that sent chills down my spine.

"You ordered pizza..." I ran out of words again and wished I knew what was going on with me. He walked closer to me; it was as if he was trying to think of the right words to say, and I had no idea why.

"Yeah, I order pizza frequently from Chagoz, but I have never seen your face before." Oh right, just before I had to leave work to pick up my daughter from school, I was going to strike up a conversation with a very attractive man. I had to know when to draw the line, because, to be honest, I wouldn't love to sit and talk all day.

"Yes, I started working as a delivery person there today." I finally had my act together, and I was a little bold. I could feel his eyes piercing through my skin because they were so serious, and I wondered if he was checking me out. He didn't say anything else, and I wondered if I should just walk out since my work for the day was done, but I couldn't find what was still keeping my feet to the ground.

"Enjoy your pizza," and with that, I left the room. When I closed the door, I had to catch my breath because it felt like those few minutes I had with him, I wasn't breathing too well. I had to get myself together before I walked to the elevator. I had my entire life ahead of me, plus my daughter to look after. Although my divorce from Joe messed up my faith in love, I don't think I will ever find another man attractive again. But given what happened over there, I just hope and pray that I don't have to deliver for hIm agaIn.