Sorry for not uploading yesterday, I had to completely edit Killer Addiction because I have placed it in some awards, and they all start in a few days. But without further ado, let's continue...

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Xavier

After Alyssa tells me to come to the bedroom, I quickly eat the rest of my food and place both of our dishes into the sink.

We haven't done anything sexual in a few days because I've been trying my best to make her innocence last, but she's making it incredibly hard for me.

She walks around in lingerie at night and she wears my work shirts with a few buttons unbuttoned giving me a clear view of her breasts.

I've been trying to ignore her continuous teasing because I want her to think she's winning, but she's not in any way.

If you ask me, she's actually losing because I'm slowly losing my patience and I might just do something more than a few licks.

"Here I co-" I stop mid sentence because she came out of the room with a yellow sticky note in hand

I look back and forth between her and the note and I feel my body slowly lose it's cool.

I already knew who it's from because it used to be our way of communicating.

But my thing is how does she know where I live?

Ever since we broke up, I moved at least 3 times just so she wouldn't find me.

"Who the fuck is J?!" She screams clenching the sticky note in her fist

"Alyssa calm down, I promise you that it's not what it looks like." I reply slowly

She hiccups in response and tears start to fall down her rosy cheeks making my heart stop.

"Are you cheating on me?" She whispers

My ears instinctively strained, and I shake my head repeatedly then look at her again.

"No baby girl. Never in a million years would I cheat on you." I answer walking up to her

"Then why was this note in your bathroom?" She asks venomously

"I don't know, but..." I start but hesitantly stop not knowing how to completely answer

"Do you know who it's from?" She ask realizing I trailed off

I sigh heavily and lower my head and nod slowly.

"Xavier." She calls almost silently

"Tell me the truth. Are you cheating on me?" She asks once more wrapping her arms around herself

I shake my head and walk up to her.

"I promise Alyssa. I'm not cheating on you." I reply lifting her chin with my index finger then place a gentle kiss on her lips

"Then who is J?" She asks pouting slightly looking everywhere but me

"That's my ex baby girl." I answer kissing around her face making her blush

"I told you, I'm only here for you and I will never ever cheat on you." I tell her truthfully

She blushes harder and hide her face in my chest making me rest my chin on her head.

We stay in that position for a few minutes and I try to wrap my head around what just happened.

She left a sticky note in my house.

In my bathroom.

And even worse, she know where I live, and I already know it's going to be a matter of time before she uses that against me. While being caught up in my thoughts, I feel her slowly back away from me causing my eyebrows to knit in confusion and my eyes find their way to hers.

She looks up at me confusingly and I gulp hoping she believes me because my heart is only for her and I don't want her to doubt that even for a second.

"How does she know where you live?" She asks with a raised brow

I sigh and shake my head again.

"I honestly don't know. I've been moving around ever since we broke up. I promise you I have never had her over or anything like that." I reply kissing the top of her head

Usually I would never be this affectionate. Even though I had girlfriends or even women in my life who I would have to love and kiss, it was never really my forte.

My father always told me that showing affection was for the less fortunate.

And us Grey men had to keep up with our royal status by being ruthless, cruel, and unforgiving.

That's probably why she left me.

She was my first love, and yes I did actually try to be loving towards her, but it was incredibly hard for me.

What made it worse was that she left me for my brother.

If anything he's worse than me because he was dad's favorite.

They'd always go places and leave me at home to watch over mom.

At first it didn't bother me because I loved spending time with my mother.

She taught me everything I know about being a gentleman, and about being loving and caring.

But since De'Andre was around our father more, he turned out just like him.

Cold, demanding, and hotheaded.

I can't say it's the worst thing that happened, because we're kind of the same in some situations. But then again, I'm the more rational one while he just wants to kill everyone he sees. It's something we both have to work on, but I'm the only one trying.

But I said that to say that there are things I wish I could've changed in the past.

Like falling in love.

Father said it was a decision I wasn't ready to make, but I was determined to prove him wrong.

But in the end, I was the one who ended up hurt and wounded.

I never trusted anyone else after that, and the fact that my father rubbed it in my face only made it worse.

I had lost myself completely and it was no use in trying to find the young boy who was oblivious to the real world again because he was pushed to the very back of my mind, locked deep inside of a coffin.

"Okay." She replies raising on her tip toes to kiss me softly

A smile came across my lips and I instantly feel the need to show her love and affection.

But not in a kid so friendly way.

As soon as I got the urge to finish what she started a few minutes ago, my phone start to ring.

I instantly realize it's business because I still have plans to go over for Saturday.

I curse under my breath but look down to kiss her head softly.

"Go to the bedroom. I'll be right there." I whisper making her smile softly

After that, she turns on her heel and walks to the bedroom.

Hatred rushes through me and I angrily pick up the phone only to notice it's an unknown number.

My eyebrows furrow in confusion, but I answer it nonetheless.

"Speak." I demand harshly not caring about their status

"Now now Xavier, that is not the way to speak to me. Especially since we've been through so much." They chirp evilly causing my blood to run cold

I haven't heard their voice in forever and I can't believe they're playing this game with me.

I've moved on, why can't they?

"What do you want?" I ask roughly gripping onto the phone tighter

I hear them make a 'tsk tsk', but before I can threaten them, they answer my question.

"Alyssa Romona Henderson."