Secret Admirer Notes Novels & Stories

"I'm downstairs boss, should I come up?" "No need. Just set the breakfast in the dinning, I'm coming down" he hung up and brought out a writing pad and pen and he wrote 'I will be attending a meeting tonight so I might be home late...' he realized that his handwriting and the one in the notes he use to send her are so identical. Sasha is an intelligent woman, it's a must she will notice the identical handwriting if she really wants to know her secret admirer and he really doesn't want her to come after him because of it, he wants to win her heart before telling her he has been her secret admirer all along. He stared at the note and crumpled it before wheeling himself out of the room.

The note inside sent a shiver down her spine, the words burning themselves into her mind as she read them over and over again. Tonight, wear this under your dress. Surrender to the moment, and trust me. - Aiden With a sense of determination, Claire set the note aside and peeled back the tissue paper, revealing the gift that lay within. Her breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of the luxurious lingerie set, its deep red hue a stark contrast to the pristine white of the tissue paper.

Sally asked and I checked the bouquet for a note, I found one. I should've done this earlier but, I didn't have the balls to. I had the best sex with you. I look forward to more nights like that. Your secret admirer❤ "So?" Nifise asked, all heads turned to my direction. "Apparently, I now have a secret admirer and y'all will not believe who it is" I told the girls, passing the card to them. "Woah" Sally said. "Do you have any idea who he is?" Kasper asked me.

Lao wasn't as grumpy as Sir Jax. “I wonder who put these here?” I whispered. Chelle and I shared an office, while Miss Cindy was in the office across from us. She was the Executive Secretary, and Chelle and I were her assistants. I picked up the card attached to the flowers and read it. “Dear Bree, I hope this flower brightens up your day. Always smile, you have a very beautiful smile. Your secret admirer.” I raised an eyebrow at the message on the small card. “Secret admirer? Who could it be? This is ridiculous.” How many bouquets was this? I couldn't even count anymore, and honestly, instead of feeling flattered, I was getting scared.

We hadn’t planned on spending so much time in school, we finished with our school work and as we walked out of the principal’s office so we could get going, we bumped into a student, a nerdy-looking student like me. “Hi Kimberly, I was asked to give you this.” She placed the piece of paper she had in her hand and gave it to me. “What’s this?” She sprinted off before I had the chance to ask her. “That was weird.” “Yeah.” “Open it.” I didn’t need her to tell me because I already started opening it. It read. ~Dear Kimberly, I’ve finally mustered the courage and I no longer want to be a secret admirer to you please meet me upstairs at the Vacant hall.~ I read carefully.

I had a sarcastic smile as I nodded in approval. Without any delay, she zoomed off to the lift while simultaneously picking on the remaining chocolate box. I furrowed my brows, still pondering the unknown sender. My eyes scanned the handwriting of the delivery note to see if it matched the handwriting of Nikolas on other official documents. They were not the same. I checked his office to confirm if he was in his seat, but he wasn’t available. I spent the rest of the day pondering who would fit the criteria of the secret admirer. Time moved quickly when I finally turned to my watch.

“Dear Kim, I have to admit that I have loved you from the first moment I met you, you are intelligent, cautious and passionate, there cannot be a more perfect woman in the world than you. I know you reciprocate too, but you are afraid to accept your love for me, surely you feel that you are not going to be reciprocated and that is why you act like that, nothing is further from reality. I just want you to open your eyes and see that we are meant to be together.” I couldn't believe what she was reading. Was this a bad joke? I looked for a name, signature or pseudonym, but there was no information about the person who had sent it to me. Apparently I had a secret admirer. Why so much mystery if

Before I could even say anything, he was already prunning through the petals for a note and in that time, I slipped te note into my bag. “I tried looking but there wasn’t a note anywhere. Maybe it was sent to the wrong office?” “Maybe?” Anthony replied, still combing through the petals. After a few more minutes, he stopped and sighed. “There really is no note. Maybe it is from a secret admirer.” My jaw dropped and I clutched my bag even tighter. “That can’t be right. Who would want to admire me? I am as plain as they come.” Anthony smiled and walked up to me. He took my hands and squeezed them tightly as he stared deep into my eyes.

“Do I look like I’m looking for someone?” He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he pulled out a small notebook from his pocket, holding it up like he was offering a cigarette at a poker table. “I took this off a guy in Munich two months ago. The one who didn’t make it out alive. Thought you’d want to see it.” She took the notebook, flipping through the pages cautiously. The encryption was familiar, and as far as she could tell, it was the real deal. Her hands shook a little as she asked again, “Who are you?”

a sheer teddy that would hug my curves like a second skin, matching thong, and thigh-high stockings. My face heated as whispers rippled around me. Tucked inside was a note. “Wear this tonight. Meet me at the rooftop bar after work. Your Secret Santa.” No name, just that command. Fear knotted my stomach, but a forbidden thrill stirred lower, making my thighs clench. “Whoa, Holly, that's bold,” my coworker Sarah said, eyes wide. “Secret admirer?” “I... I don't know,” I stammered, shoving the lingerie back in the box.