He's Always Been Her Admirer Novels & Stories

I looked at his shirt and asked, “What’s the character like? Maybe I can give better feedback with a bit more context.” He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down so that I’m resting on him. Then his arms came up my back to keep me in his embrace as he said, “It’s a guy who can’t admit to his lover that he’s falling for her.” “Hmm? So you’re going to be a secret admirer?” I rested my cheek on his shoulder and stared out of the window at the passing buildings. “Is that what it sounds like?” “Well, if it isn’t, then why can’t he tell her the truth?” I asked, feeling frustrated on behalf of the character’s lover—for some strange reason.

At the same time, across the city, someone else sat at his desk—staring at a card he had meant to send, fingers trembling above the words he hadn’t finished. The admirer. He’d seen her that day. Not up close. Not deliberately. But from a distance. She was laughing, standing beside someone who clearly made her feel safe. Someone who could speak out loud what he had only dared write on paper. His heart twisted—not with bitterness, but longing. He had never envied someone until now. He pulled the card closer and read what he’d written: You looked like sunlight today. Not the harsh kind— The kind that warms without asking.

The likes of JoJo knows the right button or words to say to a man that will make him fall, I may not be well groomed in that area but Ohio is mine and I won't let JoJo or anyone take him from me. Tonight I will give him the best romantic and intimate time that he will never forget in a hurry. Whenever he thinks of it he will ask me to give him more of the dose. Ohio is not only a billionaire, he was very handsome and used to be my secret admirer even before we spoke to each other. He has shown that he loves me in different ways, so I don't see anything stopping us from getting curdly with each other. Except if something is wrong with him below which can never be true.

"You know what? I never ever adore a crying beauty so please don't cry. I feel weak whenever I see you in this state, it's because I am the one who causes you pain but I want you to be happy for our whole life." "I'm not crying, it's just out of happiness." He nodded his head and pulled me into his arms. "I really missed your warm beauty against me. You are the cure of my illness, you are the light of my life. If you go, my life would be miserable." I let out a small chuckle. "Harry! When did you start to write poetry? It’s not suites you. Don't ever change yourself for anyone, because I like the old Harry who was always so rude and bitter, especially having that 'Urr' expression." I teased

He needed her in his life, and his every touch conveyed that— from his soft caresses to his unyielding thrusts. She thought he fancied Gloria, but little did she know it was she who consumed him. His body reacted only to her. No woman ever made his cock even twitch with desire, let alone have him hard. She was his only cock-teaser. And a cock-teaser she was. He broke the kiss and gazed down at her with genuine adoration. Her eyes were fixed on the cross sitting in the center of his bare chest. Bringing his hand up, Nate gently began caressing her cheek.

he said, his eyes scanning her seductive figure. She was straight, with a big backside that shaped her figure into an eight, and her chest was full. That was perfectly what he needed—for himself and himself alone. His reason for hating Adrian was because he was a nobody, yet he had enjoyed this beautiful body all along, while John could only keep longing for it. Never had he even been able to touch her hands—until now, when she hugged him. He had always admired her and imagined how it would feel to play with her.

“Hey handsome just the usual drinks for tonight.” “Yes please sugar tits you know I will take 2 at a time thanks” as he gives her a cheeky grin and a wink. She turns her attention to me and looks at me as if I’m scum “and what does todays lady want to drink.” “That’s not just todays lady that’s my day one this is my sister Esme I would watch how you talk to her she will fuck you up in the blink of the eye she’s proudly our head warrior and gamma be careful with this one tiff.”

Oh my God I cannot believe she just said that, but I could tell he had a great body under that shirt and I was interested in seeing his tattoos considering I had once aspired to be a tattoo artist and much of my skin was also convered in ink. "Deal," he said. And with that, my desire to win was renewed. "But no counting," he added. Shit. How did he know? I could feel my cheeks immediately turn red and I was about to say I didn't know what he was talking about but his smirk said he knew and there was no denying it. He could count too.

This admirer felt like a whisper from another world, a world of quiet understanding, and she wasn’t ready to let Tyler’s protective nature overshadow it. Setting her phone down, she closed her eyes, trying to make sense of the flurry of emotions swirling within her. This admirer had already been a mystery, but now… now, he had become something more, a presence she couldn’t quite shake, a presence that filled the shadows and made her heart skip.

" Pshhh. No, I'm not. I've had just this glass." " I know that. Is this your first time taking alcohol? " " Ohhhh. How did you know?" I hiccup. " It is obvious. And I have had my eyes on you from the moment you stepped in here." " Ohhhh. Huh, like a stalker?" I had no idea why I whispered. He chuckled, " More like an admirer. There's something about you, I just can not seem to place it. " I squealed, "Same here! There's something about you I can't place." He looked familiar.