"Come on, Charles! Move it, or you're fired!" the manager barked, his voice laced with impatience.

It was Charles's first day at his new job, after having been fired from his previous one.

He had been delivering parcels all day, his muscles aching from the long hours and heavy lifting. He was exhausted, and the thought of one more delivery was almost too much to bear. But it was mandatory, and he couldn't afford to lose this job.

Charles hurriedly started his motorcycle and drove off to the senior dormitory.

He couldn't help but grimace as he dismounted his motorcycle. "Forty packets of condoms? Who would be crazy enough to buy that? Seniors are a different specie of humans!" he muttered under his breath, wishing he could be anywhere else but here.

The drive from the delivery company to the senior dormitory had been short, barely seven minutes long. But to Charles, it had felt like an eternity. He had spent the entire drive cursing his luck, wondering how he had ended up in this situation.

The package in his hands felt heavier than usual as Charles approached the door of room 65. He knew the dormitory contained many other rooms, but the delivery instructions had been clear - this package must be delivered to this specific room.

Charles knocked on the door and within seconds the door swung open, revealing a young man who stood in the doorway, his hair tousled. He looked to be in his early twenties.

"I'm counting on all forty packs being here tonight. She's incredibly sweet, you know?" Stevan's tongue darted out, but he didn't spare a glance for the delivery man. All he cared about was grabbing the parcel and getting back to the room.

Charles's face fell as he recognized the person who had opened the door. It was Stevan, a well-known figure on campus and someone with a reputation for being a bully. He'd heard all the stories about Stevan's cruelty and knew that he was not someone to be trusted.

Stevan was nothing like him, Charles was a 20-year-old boy who couldn't even afford to buy a good outfit for himself, he was at the bottom of the rank and he had always been ignored all his life.

"Enough chit-chat, let's get down to business. I'm itching to feel you deep inside," Aria exclaimed eagerly as she sidled up behind Stevan, wrapping her arms around him.

Charles dropped the parcel in shock, his blood boiling as he saw his girlfriend hugging the most popular boy in school and he assumed she was the one Stevan was talking about earlier.

To be continued…

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