•34•Dirty Grovelling

“Adam Garcia?”

“That's me.”

“This is yours, Adam.”

Adam quirked a brow at the young man in front of him holding a box of what looked to be pizza. “I didn't order pizza.”

“I know. The person who asked me to deliver this is a friend.”

“Okay, so who's this friend who sent this?” Adam asked with a grimace.

The young man rubbed his neck awkwardly. “Can't tell. Says you'll know who it is once you open it.” There was something abashed about his smile.

“Well thank you.” Adam returned the young man's smile, closing the door after he'd left. He crossed over to the living room, setting the pizza box on his glass centerpiece, curious to know who'd sent him this.

Just hope it isn't a bomb.

The thought made him grimace, and he tore the covering. The content of the box had him blinking and doing a double take. It wasn't a bomb. It was pizza, two slices of it.

One shaped like a huge dick deliberately shoved into another slice shaped like a pussy.

It took him several seconds to realize this was real.