Delivery

The growling of her stomach distracted her brain from the pounding headache and depressing thoughts she was having.

She hissed in frustration, she had no energy to make dinner and besides, there was no one to make dinner for.

She picked up her phone to dial the pizza house, typed in the digits, and brought the device to her ear.

Replacing the usual automated sound was a velvety deep voice that sent chills down her spine.

"Hello?" The voice spoke, it was raspy and enthralling.

Ava felt the hair on her skin rise as goosebumps trailed her arms, her lower stomach tingling lightly.

"Hello? " Came the voice again, this time sounding more impatient and slightly irritated.

Ava snapped out of her daze, ignoring her pusssy pulsing.

"I'd like to order a pizza, the address is- " As Ava called out her address she heard ruffling on the other side of the call, and then a loud bang.

"Is everything okay? " She questioned, worried.

To her disappointment, nothing came again, no response, just her shaggy breathing.

She'd wanted to hear that husky and smoky sound again, she didn't know she could be attracted to someone's voice.

As opposed to Dimitri's fruity and thin voice, which now makes her ear itch, his was calming and mysterious, exciting every fiber in her body.

She sighed as the call ended with a beep, she was thinking about him again.

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He put down the phone and stared at the two breathless bodies splayed out on his Bacote flooring.

He rolled his eyes in exasperation and groaned at the sight, he was too tired to deal with them.

He turned from the bodies and stared at his phone, contemplating and fighting hard to not give in to the temptation and become a pizza delivery guy just for tonight.

"Get your asses off my floor" He drawled out.

The two grown men lying flat on the floor with legs stretched out, stood up simultaneously.

It was one of the creepy things they do being identical twins.

Gun and Arm Kathong were the co-owners of GA techs, a thriving technological company based in Thailand with branches across southern America.

They were successful businessmen and the only close friends of Conan Pierre Leroy.

"Pierre, your cold welcoming could kill a man" Gun whined, straightening his jacket out as he approached Conan at his table.

"Yeah, and who was that on the phone? I just saw you get a boner in less than a minute of talking, that's a record for you" Arm joked, earning a glare from Conan, causing his twin to burst into laughter.

Conan moved his head from side to side, exhausted and unable to keep up with the twins' energy.

"So... Who was it?" Gun pressed, peeking up at Conan.

"Just some Lady- " He was interrupted by Gun's suggestive winking. " Who probably typed in the wrong number to order from the pizza house." He concluded, sighing in resignation as Arm and Gun broke out in Cheshire Cat smiles, raising their brows at each other and then at Conan.

"I don't know why your regular cell phone number and the pizza place number are so close to each other and the fact that you refused to fix it or change it, is another mystery" Arm spoke up, stroking his chin to indicate he was thinking, Gun repeated his actions and they both stared aimlessly at his gorgeously gilded and colored ceilings.

Conan ignored their antiques and sat back down on his chair, his eyes continued glancing down at the phone he'd hung up just minutes ago. The address she gave was still fresh and ringing in his head and the effects of her voice were evident in his pants.

He had ideas and images, he hadn't given himself time to think about for a long time, he'd deliberately pushed out all forms and thoughts of intimacy for the past two months and instead focused on his business.

But this lady's voice, sultry and slightly slurred, had him thinking of his skin pressed intimately to that of a female, preferably the owner of the voice he heard.

Conan's cell phone number and the delivery line of the first branch of Camille's were strikingly similar, with the only difference being a six and a nine. Over the years he'd had problems with people accidentally dialing his number instead of the pizza house and he'd resigned to transferring all calls to his secretary first.

How her call managed to make it through, he could not tell.

A loud shattering sound pulled him from his thoughts, he looked up to find Gun and Arm close to his shelf where he kept his ornate glass decorations.

Below their feet were the remains of a once delicate glass vase now shattered into pieces.

"Out" Conan spoke pointedly, his hands stretched out and facing the door.

The Kathong twins raised their hands in surrender as they slowly backed toward the door.

"We're leaving, we have to go see darling Camille anyways, I'm certain she'll treat us better than you're currently doing" Arm shouted out to him.

"Try to get laid man, maybe it would fix that foul attitude of yours" Gun called out as they exited his office.

The serene atmosphere of his office returned with the exit of his two best friends, Conan went back to his seat, On closer inspection, he could see his butt indentation on the black materials.

Maybe he has been spending too much time at work, it was a great distraction he found to deal with his divorce.

His multi-billion company would not collapse if he didn't work for a year or two, Conan had acquired so much at such a young age of 30.

The Leroy empire was a household name, known to all, both young and old. What had started as a small breakfast restaurant was now a big enterprise with branches scattered all over the world.

They did everything from manufacturing to various eating establishments since that was his original passion and what led to the birth of his company.

Conan dabbled in all forms of business as long as it would fetch him a profit, there were rumors of him being a partner to an underground Lord but it was never denied nor confirmed.

Aside from being a lucrative businessman, Conan was a three-star Micheline chef and a TV star. While he owned regular fast-food places he also had high-end and celebrity restaurants under his empire.

In the earlier years of his career, he had a TV show that skyrocketed him to fame, making him a well-sought-after celebrity chef until five years ago when he stopped taking orders and focused on being a full-time businessman.

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The more he gave in to his intrusive thoughts the harder it was for him to focus on the work he'd laid out for himself.

Conan slammed the laptop in front of him short, his breath coming out in short pants, he managed to get himself worked up. he tried the breathing exercises his therapist had recommended but none could calm him down, Conan hated when his mind wandered too far, he hated when he had to come face-to-face with his mistakes and unfortunate pasts.

He needed a distraction and currently, only one sound came to mind, or rather one voice.

He picked up the office phone "get in here" he spoke into it before putting it back down.

A few minutes later, his lanky assistant rushed into the office, sweating profusely, the neat bun she was rocking at the start of the day now looked like a giant furball atop her head. her eyes darted across the room, looking at everything else but her boss.

"Get me everything on this list in the next ten minutes, don't keep me waiting," he ordered, tossing the small note he'd scribbled on while waiting for her.

He dismissed her, paying no mind to how terrified she looked. his foul mood these past few months had caused her and every other secretary that tried to work with him to quit in tears, he was genuinely surprised she lasted this long considering how difficult it was working with him.

"Yes sir" she squeaked out, hurrying out of the office.

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The call was definitely weird, but Ava coupled it all with network issues and prayed that her order was correctly received and that the delivery was fast as she was starving.

Ava strolled back to the sofa and opened her laptop, she skimmed through her emails, the majority of them were spam emails, though she recognized the logo of her mom's nursing home.

Just as she suspected, the email contained the Bill for last month as well as some drug prescriptions.

She could not afford the medical bills on her own, she'd been so dependent on Dimitri and leaned onto him without a backbone, she was absolutely useless. Her eyes watered at the thought of Dimitri cheating on her because he got fed up with her, she never offered him anything more than her love and body which he wasn't attracted to.

The shrill ringing of the doorbell snapped her out of her spiraling downfall down the pit of self-loathing.

Ava picked herself up from the sofa and treaded to the door.

She opened the door and was confronted with nothing, the front yard was empty, and her eyes searched the area until they landed on a shivering mass at the side of the house.

It was pouring heavily outside and the shivering body was soaked, she wondered how immersed in her thinking she had to be for her to miss the heavy rainfall.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, please come in" She offered and immediately cussed at herself mentally.

She'd watched enough serial killer documentaries to know not to invite a total stranger into your apartment, especially at night when you're alone.

Thanks to the rain, the sky was completely pitch black and starless, she didn't know it had gotten so late.

His shivering form had pulled at her heartstrings and she let him walk closer to the house.

Ava looked up at the person now in front of her, earlier his frame had been hidden by the night shadow, he'd looked slim and petite but now standing under the light of the porch, she could not stop herself from salivating from seeing him in all his glory.

The black shirt of the pizza house was sticking to him like a second skin due to the rain and the low-quality material was see-through, Ava had never been more grateful because the near-sheer shirt outlined his pecs and abs.

Ava's eyes trailed the single drop of water that slid from his wet hair and down his face, moving down to his collarbone before disappearing down his soaked shirt.

She could see traces of scars on his neck and splatters of dark ink, her eyes trailed his Adam's apple as he swallowed, and her stomach tightened.

She'd always had a thing for men with Adam's apple, thus explaining her eternal love for Mr. Kim, her celebrity sweetheart.

The loud crashing of thunder and lightning in the air snapped Ava from her lustful thoughts, she turned around sharply and opened the door, letting him in. She did not miss the light smirk tugging on his plump and juicy lips that rested on his well-sculpted face.

She guessed he was older, he had that air of maturity around him, and the slightly visible bags under his eyes and the light stubble dusting his face added to it.

"umm... I'll go get the money for the pizza and maybe a towel" she spoke, hurrying out of the sitting room. she cursed herself for having such shameful and unholy thoughts about another man, sure she'd been sexually starved in her relationship with Dimitri but that does not justify her actions.

she retrieved the money and scolded herself for leaving a stranger alone in her living room.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket and she fished it out of her sweatpants, adjusting the strap of her top.

It was a notification from I*******m and she clicked on it. The image that greeted her knocked the air out of her lungs, she felt dizzy and disoriented.