Bab 2: A SURPRISE FOR YOU

Jacob brought forward the pizza boxes for the receptionist to see just in case the blonde bimbo was slightly blind, "I got a delivery for a Mr. Timothy in the 10th floor," he flatly replied.

The receptionist -whose name supposedly is Sarah, according to her nametag- took a whole minute to stare down at Jacob, as if wanting to etch their differences into the delivery guy's bones. But Jacob kept his gaze, and this somehow put Sarah in a much worse mood as her intimidation was ineffective before those blank, brown eyes.

"Tsk, get out of my sight!" she exclaimed just loud enough for the sparse people in the hall to hear her.

And Jacob did just that. He walked towards the elevator without further thought as to why Sarah treated him as she did. The receptionist was a beauty to say the least, and always had a warm smile -until Jacob shows up- her baby blue eyes added an enchantment to her fair skin. She appeared to be in her early twenties. But somehow, Jacob always dampened her mood, was it his face? An attitude he displayed?

As Jacob stretched out his arm to press the elevator buttons, Sarah once again called out to him, clearly set on making his visit as uncomfortable as possible.

"Use the stairs, delivery boy!" well, the receptionist really hated his guts.

Jacob obliged and began his stride towards the spiraling stairs at his left. He stopped at the base and looked up; it was dizzying, the stairs coiled further up, a maze that dripped sunlight from the upper floors. Switching the food

package to his left hand, he grabbed the railings and started his ascent, jogging to save on time.

On the 4th floor, his knees were churning, his head felt heavier and his calves were throbbing. Gritting his teeth

after a short rest, Jacob moved on! At the 7th floor, his stamina was all but spent and he was outright laying on his back, panting like a dog. He clutched his left breast where his heart was beating furiously against the fabric. Jacob stayed on the ground for two minutes to steady his breathing, then began the torturous climb, this time, his advancement was down to a snail's crawl.

Ten minutes later, he had arrived, drenched in sweat and gasping for air, he set the boxes on the red carpeted floor and sat against the walls as he unzipped his jacket. In this

floor, there was a plethora of doors aligned against the walls; rooms. The hallway was lit despite it being mid-day. Jacob fished out his phone from the depths of his green pants; it was a small device, fitting into his palm like an egg. He powered it on but the cracked screen did not light up, with a grunt, Jacob slapped it a couple of times and it came to life.

Checking the time, he noted that it was twenty minutes past one. He was beyond a few minutes late! Jacob tapped the pizza icon on his home screen and that led him to his work place's website and he scrolled past messages stopping at the latest text. The message consisted of his customer's orders and location. He rose from the ground and picked up his delivery package then began walking along the hall, scanning the numbers on the walls beside the heavy wood doors.

"Ahh, here it is; 7708," he stopped before a sleek door and pressed the button below the room's number slate after confirming it to his messages. He rang once more and

heard footsteps shuffling closer.

"Who is it?" a grumpy voice called out from within.

"Jonstone's pizza delivery," Jacob answered.

He heard clicking sounds and the door slid open, revealing a bare chested youth, he was slightly shorter than himself, however, his eyes shone with amusement the moment they landed on Jacob and a stupid smile crept up his face.

"Oho~if it isn't Jacob, the top student?" he mocked, his mood suddenly having been lifted.

He was slim, but had more fat than muscle, and had a sheen of sweat drip down his torso,a tell-tale sign that he had been attending to body taxing activities prior to the delivery's interruption.

"Sorry, do I know you?" Jacob pondered, his deep voice set in a flat tone with a brow slightly raised, no matter how hard he tried, he could not remember the person before him.

This somehow pissed off his customer, his brow twitched and his smile faded. Who does this delivery pauper think he is to act all high and mighty? He was not, Jacob truthfully could not recall having interactions with the man before him. Actually, they were classmates from the same University, but Jacob never had time to spare the strangers in his class; with all the studies and multiple jobs he was shuffling.

"I am Connor Timothy, we are in the same class!" The shirtless guy shouted, angered for some reason that Jacob could not wrap his finger around. Then, Connor's mood did a 180 and his smile grew wide. "Don't just stand there, get in, there's a surprise for you inside!" he snickered while making room for Jacob to pass through.

Jacob nodded and stepped forward while Connor shut the door behind him. The room was dimly lit and was spacious; it even had a kitchen. Jacob scrunched up his nose, it was stuffy and reeked of immorality and sweat.

"Is that the pizza, Connor?" a grumpy voice called out, from where Jacob assumed was the room and he made a beeline for it.

Connor chuckled behind him, fun things will soon be unfolding before his eyes; he was not a fan of drama, but he despised Jacob enough and wanted to break him apart, and the present he had promised would do just that.

As Jacob emerged from the hall and into the bedroom, he noticed the many clothes scattered on the floor, as if they were hurriedly gotten rid of; the curtains were drawn and the noon light made him squint, but his eyes gradually adjusted to the glaring rays. He heard some movement from his right and turned to see a man rise from a king-sized bed; he had not a piece of cloth on his person.

He was slightly muscled and tall, same height as Jacob. He wore an amused smirk as he walked forward and stopped before the delivery guy. His eyes were brown and his black hair was kept short. His throat bobbed up as he spoke, his voice low but not as deep as Jacob's.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" the nude man reached out and opened one of the boxes in Jacob's hands, fishing out a slice of pizza and taking a bite.

His eyes were glinting as though he found something funny that the delivery person could not at all grasp. Jacob set the packages on a Lamp stand and turned to the two men while

taking out a bulkier device from his pocket.

"That would be 20 dollars, cash or card?" Jacob kept his voice neutral, there was a tingling under his skin and he wanted to get out of this place as soon as possible before he found out what that sensation led to.

"Fred~ who are you guys talking to? Is the pizza here?" a new voice joined in and was tiredly grumbling from the bed.

Jacob shuddered at the familiar voice and the tingling worsened, starting to feel like needles pricking at his skin, he slowly turned towards the source and his eyes glazed over, his mouth parted in slight disbelief.

Before him was a young woman sprawled over the black sheets; naked and sweating. Her brown hair was sticky with white goo, multiple bite marks and reddish spots riddled

her fair skin. Her breasts perked up in youthful defiance, her pink towers calling out to the spectators. She yawned and Jacob could spot the white smudge at the corner of her lips; in fact, it seemed to be all over her body.

She opened her eyes and they were ink black, her features were beautiful and young. Jacob's heart sank to his feet when they locked gazes. She blinked once, then twice as

if to rid herself of the remnants of sleep.

"Ja..Jacob..Jacob…what are you doing here?!" the woman stammered as she reached out for the velvet sheets, pulling them over her chest. The two men behind Jacob burst out in unrestrained laughter.