The next morning, I woke up smiling like a little girl in love. I couldn’t stop replaying the kiss in my head, the way his lips felt so gentle, so patient, like he’d been waiting for that moment forever. I kept touching my lips and giggling like someone under a sweet spell. For days, Daniel didn’t show up. No calls, no texts. I began to worry. Maybe he thought I was too forward, or maybe he had a girlfriend. My heart started aching with every passing day, and I realized how much I had fallen for the “delivery boy.” Then, one Friday afternoon, I got a call from Bliss Bites. The lady on the phone said, “Madam, we’d like to appreciate your loyalty to our company. You’re invited to our customer appreciation dinner tonight.” I almost declined, but something told me to go.

That night, I dressed in a simple black gown, my hair loose, and my heart heavy. When I arrived at the hall, I was shocked—it was elegant, with chandeliers, soft music, and waiters in uniforms. I took a seat quietly, sipping my juice, when suddenly I saw him. Daniel. But this time, not in a delivery uniform. He was in a suit, walking confidently to the stage, surrounded by people greeting him respectfully. My heart froze. The announcer’s voice echoed, “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the CEO of Bliss Bites Group, Mr. Daniel Okafor.”

I gasped so loud people turned to look at me. My mind went blank. I couldn’t breathe. CEO? I whispered to myself. The man I thought was a delivery boy was actually the owner of the company? I watched him speak about humble beginnings, about starting as a delivery boy years ago to understand the struggles of his staff. “Sometimes,” he said, his eyes scanning the crowd until they met mine, “you find love and purpose in unexpected places.” My hands trembled as he finished his speech and walked down. He came straight to me, ignoring everyone else. When he reached me, he smiled gently and said, “You look even more beautiful tonight, Tasha.”

I stood up, speechless. “You lied to me,” I said softly. He took my hand, his eyes sincere. “No, I didn’t. I just didn’t tell you everything. I wanted someone who’d see me for who I am, not what I own. And you did. You loved the man, not the title.” My eyes filled with tears. He cupped my face and whispered, “Do you regret it?” I shook my head, tears rolling down. “Never,” I said. He smiled, wiped my tears, and said, “Good, because I’ve been waiting to do this again.” Before I could speak, he pulled me gently into his arms and kissed me again—this time deeper, slower, and full of emotion.

The hall erupted in soft applause as people watched, but I didn’t care. In that moment, it was just us—me and the man who stole my heart by delivering more than food. When the kiss broke, I whispered, “So, what now, Mr. CEO?” He smiled mischievously and said, “Now, Miss Tasha, I deliver forever.”

That night, we danced until the lights dimmed, our laughter mixing with the music. It didn’t matter that he was rich or powerful. To me, he would always be Daniel—the man who showed up in the rain with food and a heart full of love. And as his hand rested gently around my waist, I realized that sometimes, love truly gets delivered right to your door.