Sam sat on the floor of her living room wrapping presents. With four day before Christmas she was way behind schedule. She had her admirer to blame for that.

Sam smiled.

But that would not be a problem anymore, she had called Clover and asked her to come over for and stay till Christmas. That way they could celebrate together and keep him out. Sam smirked. Yes, this plan was perfect.

And it was because of this she couldn't explain why she felt sadness at the bottom of her heart. She wasn't going to miss him was she? She sure hoped not. Sam sighed. "I will miss all the attention he's been giving me but this had to stop."

She didn't know how much longer she could have out up with what he was doing. It may have been sweet from a viewpoint but it was wrong. She sighed again. "I enjoyed it while it lasted. But he has to know this can't go on forever."

She had no doubt in her mind that this guy would definitely want something in return for his attention. She didn't want to think what.

Sam hummed a Christmas carol while wrapping another present. This one was for Clover. Sam sighed as her mind went back to all the gifts she had been receiving. All from this one man who cared enough about her to do all this.

So she felt like she was betraying him.

Sam frowned before smiling. "Maybe I can find a way to let him know I appreciated this." She smiled. "That way all his effort won't go to waste." She ignored the part of her mind that told her that this man wasn't looking for compensation for his attention.

He was looking for more.

She sighed reaching into her card box to pick a Christmas card for Clover. She froze when she saw what she had pulled out.

A black envelope.

Sam sighed. "I guess reading it would be alright since it's the last one he'll get to send." She opened the envelope and began reading.. Once again it was a riddle:

.::.

Beauty can be deceitful.

What you will enjoy

can be a threat to another.

To tell the truth,

I think you already know

that no one has control over their weaknesses.

Love,

Your Deadly Admirer

.::.

Sam sighed not thinking much about trying to solve the riddle. Only because she would never be receiving another again. And that fact made her sadder than it should have. Sam smiled putting the riddle back in its envelope.

The sound of her doorbell made her jump. "Not again.." she mumbled. She really hoped that he hadn't decided to show up in person. She didn't know how she would deal with that. She took a deep breath before approaching the door and opening it.

A little girl was standing there with flowers in her hand. Sam smiled. "Hi." The little girl smiled. "Hi. Um are you Miss Simpson?" Sam watched her reading her name off a card. "Yes I am." The girl grinned. "Yay I found you! These are for you!" She held the flowers up to Sam.

Sam raised an eyebrow. "For me?" She watched the girl nod her little head. Sam smiled taking the flowers. "Thank you." The girl giggled. "Your welcome." When the girl was about to turn away Sam stopped her. "Wait!" The girl turned. "What it is?"

Sam leaned down to be at eye level with the girl. "Um do you know who sent these?" The girl stayed silent for a moment then smiled giving Sam a nod. Sam felt her heart erupt with joy. It had to be her admirer.

"Well who was it ?" Sam asked with desperation evident in her voice. The girl smiled. "It was a guy." Sam sighed. "Okay. Do you know his name?" The girl shook her head no. Sam felt her hope dwindling. "Can you describe him. Like what he looked like?"

The girl smiled. "Yes. He was tall. I think he had brown hair.." She paused. "Or it could have been black. I can't remember but it was dark in colour." Sam nodded encouraging her to go on. The girl continued. "I don't remember much else but he was nice to me though." Sam smiled at the small girl. "Anything else?"

She watched her think hard for a moment then a smile lit up her face. "Got something?" Sam asked. The girl smiled. "He had nice eyes. but.." The girl frowned. "I can't describe the colour." Sam giggled. "Okay thank you."

Sam smiled watching her leave. Then out of curiosity she decided to ask her a question. "Hey wait." The girl turned her head. "Yes?" Sam smiled leaning against the door frame. 'What's you name?"

The girl grinned. "My name is Samantha." Sam's eyes widened when she heard her name. She watched

the girl walk away and shook her head. "Why? Why of all people did it have to be a little girl that saw him? Why couldn't it have been someone else!"

Sam growled in frustration as she slammed the door and walked inside with the flowers. He smirked when she closed the door. He had heard her outburst. "It had to be a little girl Samantha..." His smirk widened. "Because I have no intention of getting caught."

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Sam sighed as she sat on her couch. Why did he have to be so smart? She turned her attention to the flowers and smiled. In her hands she held twelve perfectly formed daffodils. "Wow this is the least harmful gift he's sent so far." she whispered as she glanced at them They were wrapped in clear plastic wrap decorated with her name written all over it in green.

"I wonder if he knows that my favourite colour is green." She smiled remembering the green envelope that he had used for her photo. Sam now noticed a black envelope attached to the wrapping. She was about to open it when her phone rang.

Sam smiled standing up and walking over to it. "Hello?" Sam smiled. "Clover! What's up?" She heard Clover's voice on the other end. "Nothing much Sammie..I was just...I was..Achoo!" Sam raised an eyebrow. "Clover are you okay?"

"No..I am not okay!" Sam heard another sneeze. "Did you catch a cold?" Sam asked with concern in her voice. "I wish.." Clover grumbled. "It's my allergy Sam, and it's bad." Sam sighed. "But Clover you're only allergic to-" "Daffodils" Clover finished. "Achoo! I don't know how it happened Sam but when I woke up this morning there were daffodils everywhere. There were daffodils in my living room, my bedroom, my kitchen!"

Sam froze. Her eyes darted over to the daffodils on her couch. "No, it can't be.." Sam bit her lip. "Clover did you see who did this?" Clover sneezed. "Oh come on Sammie, if I knew I would be making them pay right now! Achoo! But I don't think they knew I was allergic. I mean maybe it was a gift from someone. One of my boyfriends maybe. No one besides my parents, doctor, and you, Alex and Jerry know about my allergy.

Sam heard Clover blow her nose. "It doesn't matter. I'm sick, it's gonna last at least a week." Sam's eyes widened. "I know you wanted us to celebrate Christmas but I really can't come. I'm real sick. You understand right Sammie?"

Sam nodded. "Yea Clover it's okay." Clover coughed. "Thanks Sam, and I'm sorry. Achoo! Bye now I gotta get some rest." Sam heard the phone click but she stood frozen in place.

It was him.

He had caused this.

Sam ran over to her couch snatching the black envelope. She tore it open and read the letter:

"I don't want anyone in between us, and I'm perfectly capable of making sure that doesn't happen."

She dropped the letter in shock.

Her doubt had been confirmed.