Chapter 59: Ch59: Lucky Subscriber

A sly grin spread across Nyle’s face as he read through the messages.

"Wow, what a guy. Even after having kids, he’s still carrying on a relationship with another woman," he murmured, his expression turning amused. "And Fiona ma’am doesn’t even know? How clueless can she be?"

Scrolling down through Roland’s phone, Nyle found numerous voice messages. Curious. He listened to them one after another until one finally caught his attention.

Roland’s Voicemail: "Don’t worry, Naomi. I’m coming to Mexus within a week. I’ll be staying for a couple of months with my wife. Since your husband is away on a business trip, we can spend some time together. Oh shit, I think she’s here. Bye."

The recording ended abruptly, followed by Fiona’s soft voice in the background.

’What if I... do something— hehe...’

Several ideas erupted in Nyle’s mind as he glanced between the two of them. A spark of excitement flashed across his face.

Without wasting any time, he saved his own number on Roland’s phone, then forwarded the entire conversation — messages, videos, and voice recordings, to his newly saved number.

Once everything was safely backed up, he deleted the messages and removed his number from Roland’s phone using the (Delete for Me) option, leaving everything looking completely normal, as if nothing had ever happened.

Just to be sure, Nyle checked the phone one more time.

Nothing unusual remained.

He then carefully placed the phone back exactly where he had found it, and adjusted its position to match how it had been before — just to be extra sure.

...

*Splurt!꧂ Splurt!꧂ Splurt!꧂ Splurt!꧂*

Hot ropes painted her cleavage in thick, wet stripes. Nyle stayed over her a moment longer, cock pulsing between the soft press of her breasts, each throb forcing another splash across her skin.

He dragged the head through the mess and climbed off the bed, smearing the warm white over her nipples, her ribs, the soft underside of one breast.

Fiona’s face shone under it. A glossy mask of his cum clung to her cheeks, her lips, the bridge of her nose, and a thin strand hung from her eyelashes.

*Crrack~ Crrack~*

Nyle rolled his shoulders, the joints popping softly, then tugged his pants back up over his hips.

One last look at the wreck he had made of her, then he stepped through the doorway.

*Thud*

...

The next morning...

*Yawn~*

"Oh shit! It’s already nine," Nyle muttered as he climbed out of bed and headed straight for the sink to brush his teeth.

While most businesses took Sundays off, Delicacy Donuts was different. They only closed on Fridays for one simple reason — Sundays brought in more customers.

That was also one of the reasons why most people looking for jobs at the shop disliked the contract, as the schedule left them with little time to rest.

On the other hand, that same schedule was one of the reasons Delicacy Donuts had become more successful than the other donut shops in the area.

Wearing a white collared T-shirt, casual track pants, and a small bag slung over his shoulder, Nyle headed out for work.

Minutes later, he reached the shop, entered from the back door and stepped into the kitchen, only to find Antonio and Franco already inside.

’Great. At least I’m not the last one here,’ Nyle thought, letting out a small sigh of relief.

...

Soon, order slips began piling up as Queena called them out one after another. It was the same routine as usual, but for the first time, Nyle was alone at his station.

He dipped the donuts into the glaze, pulled out the boxes, packed each order, arranged the donuts on plates and set them aside for serving.

Half an hour passed, yet Simon still hadn’t arrived. Neither had Lana or Dover.

’Where did they go?’ Nyle wondered.

"Nyle, can I get four glazed and six sprinkled?" Queena called, standing at the kitchen door.

"Antonio, I need ten more," Nyle called out.

"Give me three minutes," Antonio replied.

Sweat formed on Nyle’s forehead as he dipped the freshly made donuts into the glaze. The sweet aroma filled the kitchen, making his mouth water.

*Grr...*

His empty stomach gave a low growl, saliva pooling in his mouth, but he suppressed the urge to sneak a bite and continued working.

Once all the pending order slips had been taken care of for the moment, Nyle let out a long sigh and headed to the washroom.

"Finally, some rest," he murmured, placing his hands on the sink as he stared at himself in the mirror.

*Splash~ Splash~*

He splashed some water onto his face and wiped it dry with a towel. Then, he pulled a glazed donut from the small bag he had sneakily brought with him and devoured it in a few quick bites.

It wasn’t nearly enough to fill him up, but it was enough to silence his growling stomach for the time being.

Just as he was about to return to his station, his phone buzzed. An email notification popped up on the screen.

Sender Name: Taste for Life.

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(E-mail)

Congratulations, Lucky Subscriber!

You’ve been selected to participate in a special celebration video!

After reaching one million subscribers, I’ve decided to celebrate the milestone with a special video featuring some of our lucky subscribers.

Before joining, please answer a few questions in the Hoogle Form and submit your response.

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Without wasting any time, he tapped the attached link, which redirected him to a form.

There were several questions: When did you start watching the Taste for Life channel? How did you discover the channel? Are you comfortable appearing in front of a camera? Nothing unusual — just basic questions.

*Click*

[ Thank you for submitting your form ]

A wide smile spread across Nyle’s face. Out of the fifty fake Gmail accounts he had created, only one had been selected.

And ironically, it was the one he had least expected to be chosen.

With that taken care of, he returned to his station.

Gus, the barista, was standing beside it.

"Nyle, one chocolate and one glazed," Gus said, handing him an order slip.

Nyle quickly plated the two donuts and was about to hand them over when Gus suddenly clutched his stomach.

"Argh... Nyle, can you take this order to table number two? I need to use the washroom."

Confusion flickered through Nyle’s mind, but he picked up the plate and carried it toward the front.

As he approached table number two, his eyes widened. The person sitting there was someone he knew all too well.

"Amelia?" Nyle murmured.