Primeton's Poorest Student is Now a Billionaire

It was three hours until midnight. Today, Peter was finally going to propose to his lover Sophia and ask her to be his girlfriend. They had been together for over two years now, and he felt it was time to make things official.

The bright, lively smile on his face made it clear just how excited he was about this decision. He was about to wrap up for the day when the harsh, grumbling voice of the manager rang out from behind him.

"Hey!" the voice growled. "Peter, what do you think you're doing?" the manager asked rudely.

"Uh... I'm about to close for the day, Boss. My shift is over," Peter replied with ease.

"Your shift is over only when I say so," the manager sneered. "You have one more package to deliver. Here's the address."

He threw a slightly squashed paper at him, as Peter picked it up slowly from the ground.

"The customer asked specifically for you. Maybe it's one of those rich women you fuck for a tip, but I don't care," he jabbed. "When you're done with that, then you can leave."

"B—but Boss, I have somewhere to be before 10 tonight," Peter added, but the annoying frown he received in return left him no room for complaints.

"Do you want to keep this job or not?" the manager, whose name was Mr. Samson Addams, replied coldly.

"Yes, I do. I'm sorry, Boss. I'll... deliver it right away." Peter lowered his tone. He grabbed his backpack along with the package and headed outside to get his bicycle for the last impromptu delivery of the day.

Peter Lawson was an ordinary poor student working as a delivery guy for a small but growing firm located miles away from school.

He worked multiple shifts to make ends meet and give his lover the lifestyle she had always demanded. He was in his second year at Primeton University, studying business, and would be graduating in two years.

However, Peter couldn't put his finger on it. It was quite strange that a customer would request for him specifically.

He knew he was professional at his job and always made sure to leave smiles on the faces of everyone he delivered to.

But that was it. He had never shared any sort of intimate relationship with any customer, let alone exchanged names. So a customer requesting for his personal services left him deep in thought.

He kept riding regardless, and in few minutes reached the destination on the paper given to him earlier. Though still skeptical, he had to do his job.

Peter clutched the small box in his pocket and smiled warmly. Inside the box was a diamond ring he had spent all his salaries to purchase.

The ring was so expensive that he had to borrow money from Punch Walker, one of the money lenders at school, just to afford it.

He was finally going to give Sophia the ring she had always begged for every time they passed that particular jewelry store, tonight.

When he reached the door, he tried to knock, but it was already open, which was odd.

'Does this customer want me to drop the package right inside the house?' The thought lingered in his head as he pushed the slightly opened door wider.

"Hello?" he called softly, but there was no response.

The house looked quite expensive, though not overly so. The furniture and paintings in the living area screamed luxury, but it was a decent home suitable for an average citizen.

From the look of things, the house seemed to have only two rooms besides the living room and kitchen.

Before he could take more steps forward, he started hearing sounds coming from one of the closed doors. He assumed the owner of the house must be inside, so he moved forward.

"Daddy, keep going... please don't stop..." a lady's moaning voice screamed from inside the room.

"Yes, Daddy... I'm going to cum... Oh my gosh, you're hitting the spot..."

"I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk properly after tonight," a male voice followed, accompanied by a loud spank on the ass cheek.

Peter felt a sudden rush of disgust. It must be one of those perverts who loved strangers witnessing them fuck their women just to show dominance.

Why the hell would he want a delivery to his house knowing his woman was there? Peter was utterly disgusted but had no other choice. If he failed to deliver this package, his rude manager would finally have a reason to fire him for good.

"Pa! Pa! Pa!" Peter knocked softly on the door. "Hello?" he called.

"Sir, it's the delivery guy. I have your package right here and need you to sign these papers before I go,"

"Come inside!" the voice replied strongly as the moans and spanks grew even heavier.

"Uhhh... fuck! you little slut."

Peter was stunned. Had this customer lost his damn mind? He wanted him to walk in and disrupt their privacy, seeing both of them naked?

He had seen a lot of crazy things since he started as a delivery guy, but this... this was the height of it.

"Uh... sir, I don't think that would be appropriate or professional," Peter said shakily. "I'll just drop it on the table for you, sir."

"I said come inside or I'll report you to your manager for poor customer service," the man insisted, his voice harsh.

With a sigh that carried all his vulnerability, he pushed the door open.

Lying uncovered on the bed were two naked people, clearly having a good time. As he looked closer, something caught his eye.

That hair! He was not hallucinating, because he could recognize that golden blonde hair anywhere.

"Sophia?" he gasped.

"What the hell are you doing? Get away from her!" he screamed as he lunged forward, letting the package in his hands fall with a loud thud to the ground.

"Peter?" Sophia muttered, pretending to be shocked. "What the hell are you doing here?" She grabbed the sheets and wrapped them around her body as she stared at him with utmost disdain, still catching her breath.

"I should be asking you that," Peter fired back, his voice rising in anger. "Are you cheating on me?"

"Hahaha!" the naked guy, now wearing his briefs laughed in mockery. "What does it look like, stupid?" he said as he flopped back on the bed beside Sophia, flaunting his abs.

Peter was left in total disbelief.

Of all the boys on campus, Sophia had chosen to be with Troy Williams—a notorious playboy and merciless bully who had put him through hell since his first year at Primeton University.

"After everything I've done for you..." Peter continued, trembling. "after all the sacrifices I made just for you... this is how you choose to repay me? Of all people, you chose him?"

"Oh please!" Sophia snapped. "You don't deserve me, Peter. You never did," she growled with a smug grin, her tone venomous.

"You think buying me those cheap flowers and ice creams would win me over?" she asked wryly, before snapping. "Never!..."

"Troy is more of a man than you'll ever be in your whole miserable life. Take a look at that stunning Hermès bag on the table..." she pointed dramatically toward the shiny hermès birkin made of expensive crocodile leather.

"Can you even afford to buy me that without breaking? I know you, Peter. Your annual salary could barely feed you. What makes you think I should keep dating someone as worthless as you?"

The questions and harsh remarks left Peter broken. He had never believed she harbored those thoughts about him after all these years together.

"I must applaud you, Peter Lawson," Troy began with a sinister smile. "You're a really good man." He paused briefly, allowing the silence sink.

"You've been with my Sophia for over what?... two years now?, but not once have you touched her. You know the ecstasy I felt when I learned she was still a virgin? While I fucked her raw under my sheets... with my fat cock in that tight pussy?..."

Troy mocked seductively like a flirt he was, planting a kiss on Sophia's lips as Peter watched in anger.