Blurb: He craves her , wants her , watches her and bids his time in making his move and when finally he did, she becomes his Obsession.

Will she be his undoing?

She knows nothing about him except he has been her secret admirer, sending her flowers and love notes every single day . He's the mystery man in her life or more like her stalker .

Daisy's P.O.V.

You can call me crazy but am definitely not normal, anyway I've fallen in love or more like in lust with someone I know not .

Six months ago after moving to Brooklyn I started receiving love notes and Daisy flowers just like my name which is my favorite type of flowers.

I wonder how he knew and I seem to not care much either because all I really want to do is to see the mystery man who's been hunting my dreams faceless.

I know it's stupid yeah?,  some people might say I need help but I really don't care am a woman who knows what she wants and my body and pussy wants and craves for him.

Although have not seen him yet but the phone calls, texts , flowers make me want him more. I still wonder how he was able to get my number"snapping out of my thoughts I'm three bites away from finishing my cereal when there's a knock on my door.

I'm startled at first; I never get visitors."since I pretty much dont know anyone here I mostly keep to myself thinking it may be a neighbor or something, I set my plate down and check the peephole before opening the door. A man in a white dress shirt and tie, with some type of name tag is standing there holding a small brown package.

I open the door. "Can I help you?"

"Miss Redwood?" he asks, looking up from the clipboard in his hand.

"Yes, that's me."

"I have a delivery for you."

"But I didn't-"

He thrusts the clipboard and pen at me. I look over the invoice, but it gives nothing.

"If I can just get you to sign right here," he says, tapping the bottom of the page.

Confused, and a little dazed at what the package could possibly be, I numbly scribble my name across the signature line and hand him back the invoice. He flips the page over and rips off the sheet beneath it and hands it to me along with the package

"Have a good day, ma'am."

I watch as he turns and walks away. I look down at the package in my hand, absentmindedly closing the door and walking to the kitchen. I try to rack my brain to see if I bought anything recently and come up blank.

I set the package down on the counter and look at it cautiously. It's in plain brown paper and about the size of a small box. I scoot it around and see no return address"

Strange!!!

I don't really have any friends besides my colleagues at work . I work as a veterinarian, and I'm not that friendly and I don't have many friends here in Brooklyn, so who sent me something or could it be Mr M. Is it normal to receive packages out of the blue? What could it be?

Oh well, I guess there's only one way to find out if it's him.

I turn it around so the end is facing me and I slide my finger beneath the tape. Once the tape is loose, I pull a white box out. I suck in a sharp breath when I see the words Victoria secret across the top. It's one of my favorite lingerie brands. It's also very expensive.

Nervously, I lift the lid and put it to the side. Pink tissue paper lay across the top. I lift it away and see a small white envelope resting on top of a sheer piece of fabric. I pull out a cream postcard size piece of paper.

Wear me tonight.

Mr M."it's the nickname name I gave to my secret crush since I don't know his actual name .

"That's it. That's all there is!"panic and excitement flowed through my vein , ok I get that it's real weird getting gifts from someone who could possibly be a murderer or a rapist or maybe a serial killer but am willing to tempt fate and give in to my inner desires.

Does this mean he's going to show himself tonight? Warmth and excitement hits my chest at the possibility, then nervousness and uncertainty set in. Am I really ready to meet him?

I carefully slide the card back inside the envelope and put it on top of the lid, then reach out for the sheer material. It feels so soft and smooth in my hand. I've always had a thing for expensive lingerie; it's my guilty pleasure. I know it's a habit I shouldn't have, since it's such an expensive one, but it's one thing I refuse to give up. There's no better feeling than having the softest silky material against your skin all day. The contents of my underwear drawer are probably the most expensive thing in my house.

What I lift out of the box has me gasping in delight. It's a white colbalt babydoll material with a lace-covered satin bodice and short flowing sheer skirt that I know will show more than hide. There's also a pair of satin white low-rise bikinis that would barely cover the curve of my ass, and a piece of soft scarf-length material. I pull the long piece of fabric out and run my fingers over it. It's just as smooth as the babydoll.

I know I shouldn't, but I can't wait to feel this against my body. I should be scared of the possibility of meeting Mr M, and yes, I am a bit nervous, but the anticipation outweighs the nervousness tenfold. I just hope he's everything I've dreamed of him being, and not the psychopath he could be.

But if I do wind up dead! That means I died wearing the most expensive and luxurious underwear....

I carefully put everything back inside the box and carry it to my room where I placed it on the bed. I'm not sure what Mr M has planned for tonight, or what time I should be ready, but I figure it won't be until later.

Leaving the gorgeous lingerie behind, I walk back to the kitchen to finish my cereal, bouncing on my heels the entire time with a huge grin on my face."can't wait for what's coming next.

I step out of the shower after spending a good thirty minutes underneath the spray. I've shaved and reshaved my legs, arm pits, and my pussy. I've shampooed and deep conditioned my hair so it will be soft and glossy once it dries. Standing in front of the mirror, I apply a sweet lavender scented lotion all over my body. Next, I brush my teeth twice and swish around some mouthwash until my mouth feels like it's on fire. After drying my hair and leaving it falling loosely down my back in soft waves, I leave the bathroom and walk to my bed where the lingerie is still sitting in its box.

Some people may say I'm crazy for going to such lengths to impress a guy I've never met, and they're right. But you know what? I don't give a fuck and have decided to throw caution to the wind and take a chance. It's a chance I may as well regret, but it's one I'll regret even more if I don't.

I've never had a man think so much of me that he would go through the lengths that Mr M has gone just to know me. For six months, he's taken the time to send me flowers that he knew I loved. Who does that? Every woman wants such a man, but even I have to admit the circumstances here are worrisome. But I have to know what this is, and figure out if it's something worth going forward with.

He talks to me like he'd do anything to please me. He's already shown me that he wants to take care of me, making me think of him as one of those dark daddies you read about in those MMA romance novels. You know, the guys that will do anything, be anything, and will drop everything for the girl? The whole idea of him is like a fantasy come true. I want that fantasy to become a reality in my bed so bad.

I slid the lingerie out of the box and run my fingers over the lacy cups. I haven't heard from Mr M yet, and the more time that passes, the more anxious and nervous I get. I let my towel slide to the floor and slip my feet into the panties. Just as I predicted, my ass hangs out of the sides. But it looks sexy. I pick up the nightie, slip it on, and let it glide down my body. The material feels like heaven against my skin.

Walking back to the bathroom, I look at myself in the mirror. Although I love expensive bras and love expensive panties, it's not often I wear nighties. I sleep naked, and I haven't had a permanent sexual relationship in over a year am what you call a no strings attached kinda girl, so there wasn't really any need. Looking at myself now, with my hair down around my shoulders, my tanned skin against the stark white of the nightie with my curves all out, my cheeks pink from excitement, and the smile I can't keep off my face, I have to admit, even to myself that I look sexy.

The cups of the nightie hugs my breasts and push them up, giving me ample cleavage. You can see my dark pink aroused nipples through the material. Right between my breasts, it separates and flows loosely down my stomach until it reaches just below my waistline. I feel sensual and decadent.

I walk out of the bathroom, unsure of what to do next. Obviously, he has something planned, but I have no idea what. It could just be him calling and us talking on the phone. I want to hear his voice again, but I'd rather hear it in person.

I grab a bottle of wine from the fridge and a wine glass out of the cabinet before walking back to the bedroom. I pour myself a glass and set it on my nightstand, just as I settle down on top of the covers with my phone in my lap. I feel like a desperate hussy waiting on a booty call, and it makes me giggle .

I decide to bring up the smut-stories app on my phone and read for a bit while I wait on whatever is going to happen next. I recline back against my fluffy pillows and curl my legs beneath me. I admire the silky feeling rubbing against my stomach and upper thighs.

A few minutes later, I'm so absorbed in my book that I jump when my phone starts playing "If you ready come and get it"by Selena Gomez My stomach quivers and my palms start to sweat as I look down at the screen and see Mr M's name. I wipe my palms on my bedspread and swipe my finger across the screen. I can't help the rush of excitement I feel as I bring the phone to my ear.

"Hi," I say breathlessly.

"Hello, Daisy," comes his deep, velvety reply

We're doing things the way I want it"his deep velvet voice said , I could feel shivers running down my spine.