All Chapters of A Taste Of Him: The One I Was Never Meant to Want : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

119 Chapters

Shirtless Trouble

Chapter One Aurora's pov I slammed the door behind me, sweat dripping from my forehead, football tucked under one arm, the other supporting it. Mom! Can you just reply to Dad already? He’s been blowing up my phone too!” I shouted, stomping towards the couch My mom snapped, teeth gritted. “Don’t you dare sit your ass on my new couch, kid!” “Urrrgghh! Just do something already! I’m tired of having the same words and arguments between you two!” I retorted, rolling my eyes. Before my mom could fire back, I stomped upstairs, heart pounding with frustration—only to be ambushed by my best friend’s scream through the phone. “Hey BESTIEEE!” Layla’s squealing voice made me wince. “Goddammit, Layla! You’re gonna make my ears bleed?” she groaned. “Oh, come on! Mom said y’all relocated to Ravenwood, California! OMG girl, I can’t wait to see you again!” Layla gushed, practically bouncing through the phone. “Stop playing with me, Layla. You also live in Ravenwood?” I asked, astonished.

Emerald braces

Chapter Two Aurora's pov I couldn’t stop replaying his words in my head—“I’ve missed annoying her”—as Layla and I barreled through the chaos of Ravenwood Pacific University’s crowded morning halls, praying I wouldn’t run into him again. Layla left me at her locker, and I made my way to mine. My backpack slipped lower on my shoulder as I sprinted, sneakers squeaking against the polished floors. I rounded the corner too fast—and slammed straight into someone broad and solid. “Whoa! Careful there,” a deep, teasing voice said, low and amused. I looked up and froze. The school’s star soccer player stood towering over me, one eyebrow arched, warm brown eyes locking on mine in a way that made my stomach twist. My notebooks scattered across the floor, and I scrambled to gather them, face burning. "Oh my gosh! I—I’m so sorry!” I stammered, fumbling to collect my mess. He crouched slightly, his fingers brushing mine as he helped pick up a notebook. That touch sent an uninvited shiver down

More like a Sister

Chapter Three Jaxon’s POV Since I’ve known Aurora, we’ve been enemies. She’s my sister’s best friend, but to me, she’s just someone I can mess with—annoy, tease, and push buttons. It's clear how our parents put the siblings’tag on us. Because we all grew up together and our parents were best friends. When my mom told me Mrs. Smith relocated to the city with her daughter,—a long, nagging expectancy to see Aurora, to see how she’d grown into this… feminine version of herself. I laughed at the thought. I'm sure she would be no match with all the girls I've slept with. Someway, somehow, I want to see how far she'd have become. My friends and I had an outing later that night. I stayed home to rest especially before Cole would pick me up with his car. The door bell rang severally. getting to the porch, There she was. The ugly “Aurora Smith” My sexy self played more than usual that day, and honestly? I had fun. ~~~~ Flashback She was ten. I was fifteen. And for some stupid reason

The Reunion

Chapter Four Aurora's pov It was the weekend, and today was finally the day Mom and I would properly visit the Graysons. The first time I ever stepped into their house was because of Layla, and it barely counted—i didn’t meet her parents. Today was meant to be a full reunion. I woke up earlier than usual. The first golden rays of the Californian sun spilled through my half-open curtains, washing my room in honeyed light. The Ravenwood's breeze drifted in, soft and salty, carrying faint whispers of jasmine from the yard. It slid across my bare shoulders as I stretched, legs dangling lazily off the bed. I tumbled over my pillow, brushing a cascade of flossy chestnut waves out of my face. The tug pulled a tiny groan from my lips. “Aurora! Be ready in an hour!” Mom yelled from downstairs. My phone buzzed with a notification from the female football group chat. “Official match in one month. I expect more resilience and team spirit — Coach Ramirez.” I squealed quietly. Thi

Intense Touch

Chapter Five (5) Aurora’s POV The reunion party was alive with chatter, laughter, and the gentle clink of cutlery and glasses. Everyone seemed so comfortable, so intertwined, like a big, perfect family—but I couldn’t relax. My eyes kept drifting to Jaxon, That damn shirtless figure, sprawled on the couch like he owned the world, stretching back my phone as if it were some fragile, meaningless object. The infuriatingly casual way he held it made me want to throw it across the room. “Why would you even grab it like you own it in the first place?” I muttered under my breath, immediately texting Layla: “Let’s go get our nails done, parents said yes!” We were practically at the glass doors when Mrs. Grayson’s voice floated from the dining area: “Amelia should come with you both, if you don’t mind.” I snapped: “No!” while Layla simultaneously said, “Yes.” I shot Layla a warning glare, girl, it’s our first outing together! She could only shrug apologetically, whispering: “I’m

Touché fight

Chapter six Jaxon’s POV Staring speechless at the marbled tiles of the hallway, I could still feel the sting of Aurora’s slap against my face. My hands instinctively went to my jaw, touching the spot where her nails had dug in. My eyes went flat, icy—cold enough to make anyone think I was capable of murder in that instant. I turned away, heading back to the locker room. Jefferey’s team was still buzzing with victory energy, loud and obnoxious, replaying every moment of the match as if they’d just won the World Cup. Their laughter echoed through the metal lockers—sharp, cocky, deliberately aimed to needle anyone wearing my teams' colors. “Bro, did you see the knock on Jaxon?” one of Jeff’s teammates cackled. “He fell like a fucking leaf!” More laughter exploded, bouncing off the walls. Jefferey leaned casually against a locker, smirking. “Leaf? Nah. More like a toddler learning how to walk.” My jaw tightened. I walked straight to my locker, trying to ignore them. But Jeff’

Her Way Of Denial

Chapter 7 Aurora pov I woke up feeling sick— not the kind of sick with fever and coughing… the kind that sits in your chest and churns your stomach because your brain won’t shut up. I didn’t want to go to school. I didn’t want to see Layla. And I definitely didn’t want to risk running into him. Mom walked into my room, worry creasing her face. “Darling, I wish I could stay home to watch you. I don’t want you sick, but work has been calling nonstop since morning.” Her voice almost cracked. Great. Now I had to lie better. She pulled out her phone. “I’ll just call Layla or Jaxon to help watch you—” I shot up so fast my vision shook. “Wait—NO.” I snatched the phone from her hand. Her eyes widened. “Mom, I’m fine,” I said quickly. “I just… don’t want to go to school for a few days.” I forced a shrug. “You know, because of the football team I recently joined.” Please believe me. Please. She sighed. “Ohh-kay… if you insist. But anything worse than this,

I went to her again.Why?

Chapter 8 Jaxon's pov I walked Layla to school, her words spilling out about visiting Aurora after classes. “How would you reach her house?” I asked, low, deliberately casual, though my tone carried authority. “I’d just board a cab,” she shrugged, eyes rolling like she didn’t care. “No,” I said, the single word clipped, final. “I’ll take you.” Her eyebrow twitched, a silent protest, but she let me lead. Good. No one got to her without me knowing. Not today. Not ever. When we reached her house, Layla moved like she owned the place, the kind of effortless ease that comes from familiarity. I followed, legs moving on their own. I didn’t know why I kept stepping closer, creeping up those stairs. Maybe curiosity. Maybe something darker. Maybe the simple truth that I had no control whenever she was around. Then I saw her. Aurora. I couldn’t help it. My eyes caught her—Aurora—slender legs stretched out, ankles crossed just so.the gentle flex as she shifted slightly—it drew my

Silent Ownership

Chapter 9 Aurora’s POV “Finally!” Layla squealed, throwing herself at me the second I stepped into the classroom. I laughed, hugging her tight. “Come here, sweetheart. I missed you too. She pulled back with a dramatic pout. “School was so boring without you. Everyone else in this school is an NPC, I swear." I snorted. “I’m sorry I left you to suffer alone in that documentary of a school.” Layla rolled her eyes, sitting fully in front of me and shaking my arm “Aurora, our paired assignment! Deadline is in a few weeks—we need to get serious.” “You bet, girl.” Layla’s face lit up mischievously. “And guess what…” She dragged her lip between her teeth like she was in a movie. “I might just catch some fine boy at the RPU party next week.” I burst into laughter. “Girl, I am ready to be eaten all out by some cutie too.” though I didn't mean it. Our ridiculous giggles echoed through the room, everyone had there things going on so nobody was really concerned about our tal

The Heated Party

Chapter 10 Jaxon’s POV I was leaning back on the poolside couch, one arm slung over the cushion, the other lazily tapping a red cup against my thigh while my boys argued about some girl who got drunk and fell into the pool. Laughter, loud music, neon lights—everything blurred into the same familiar background noise I’d grown numb to. I wasn’t really listening; I never did. My attention was on the flame of my lighter, flicking it open, snapping it shut, a bored ritual I used to keep my mind from drifting to places it shouldn’t—like her. Cole elbowed me. “Bro, you even hearing us? Earth to Jaxon—” “Fuck off,” I muttered, eyes still on the lighter. “I’m busy.” Busy pretending I didn’t feel restless. Busy pretending tonight wasn’t already too loud, too crowded, too pointless. Busy pretending I didn’t expect anything at all. Then— a small break in the noise. A ripple across the poolside like every conversation dropped half a note. I didn’t look up at first. Girls walked in all t

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