Lilith didn’t care about my feelings at all. Her disgust toward me was obvious.

“Jevon, I’m talking to you!” she said, annoyed.

I snapped back to my senses and answered lightly, “Yeah.”

Lilith immediately shoved her delivery bag toward me. “My dear, handsome brother, can you deliver this for me? I’m exhausted. I don’t want to climb the stairs.”

I felt the weight of the delivery box on my back—three orders inside.

Yes, I had three deliveries for this building.

There were drinks, fried chicken, a burrito bowl, sushi—it was heavy. And the elevator was broken.

Then I looked at Lilith’s order. It didn’t look light either.

I was already...