All Chapters of A Taste Of Him: The One I Was Never Meant to Want : Chapter 111 - Chapter 119

Chapter 111Jaxon’s POVBy the time the sun began bleeding faint gold into the skyline, I was already seated behind my desk. The building was quiet, still waking.I scanned through the files stacked neatly on my PA’s desk before bringing a few into my office — anything to occupy my hands. Anything to keep my mind from drifting back to 1 a.m.Things that made sense. Things that didn’t drown you.Time blurred. I worked mechanically, efficiently, until a soft knock disrupted the silence.Clara’s head peeked in. “Good morning, Mr. Grayson.”She wasn’t surprised. At least not anymore This wasn’t the first time she’d arrived to find me already here.I nodded once. “Coffee. And don’t be stingy with the sugar.”A faint smile touched her lips. “On it, sir.”The door clicked shut.I leaned back in my chair. For a moment, I stopped pretending to work.My head felt… hollow, just blank.Sleep deprivation does that. It scrapes you from the inside until even your thoughts feel thin.I dragged a han

Chapter 113Aurora’s POVFinally, London.The moment we stepped out of the airport, the air felt different — crisp, cool, almost poetic. I inhaled deeply, letting it fill my lungs as if I could breathe in a new beginning.Layla threw her arms wide dramatically. “We might not leave this place, Aurora, don’t you think?!”Her voice echoed far too loudly for a civilized airport. I laughed, nodding. “Honestly? I wouldn’t mind.”And it was the truth.There’s something about arriving in a different country that makes your problems feel… temporarily smaller. Like they’re waiting politely back home.“I love vacations!” Layla squealed, nearly skipping as we made our way toward the cab line.I adjusted my sunglasses. “Did you book us the same room or different ones?”She shot me a look. “Oh please. Separate.”“Layla.”“I need a London man tonight,” she replied, biting down on her lip dramatically.I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. “You’re crazy.”“And you’re boring,” she fired back ins

Chapter 115Aurora povGlasses clinked. Soft laughter floated over the table. The elder, slightly older than Jaxon’s father, raised his glass, voice carrying effortlessly across the room:“To new beginnings, old alliances, and the bonds that may tie us—not just through business, but through family. May tonight remind us of both.”Servers brought trays of dishes, one after another, each more lavish than the last: roasted meats glazed to perfection, towering desserts, delicate pastries, fresh seafood that gleamed under the chandelier lights. Some smelled familiar, others entirely foreign—heavenly aromas that made my stomach twist and my senses overwhelm. Layla whispered under her breath, “Don’t drool, girl, it’s rude.”I barely registered her words, my eyes constantly flicking to my clutch… waiting… hoping… fearing.I heard none of it, because beside me Jaxon shifted slightly—the faint brush of fabric, the quiet exhale, and then heat radiating steady and unapologetic against my skin, ma

Chapter 117Aurora's povA beat passed after Layla’s mom’s comment.Just one. But it stretched.Nick was still smiling. Still relaxed. Still holding my hand like the world wasn’t watching though I tried pulling off but it was to no avail.And then, Jaxon finally spoke.“Comfort,” he said smoothly, lifting his glass without looking rushed, without looking angry, “can be misleading.”The words slid across the table like silk over steel. Every fork paused. Every subtle conversation dimmed by half a degree.Nick’s grip on my hand didn’t tighten—but it stilled.I felt it, that slight awareness. I slowly turned my head, Jaxon wasn’t looking at Nick.He wasn’t even looking at me.He was studying the rim of his champagne glass as if he had merely made an observation about the weather.But the tension in his jaw told a different story.Layla’s brows lifted while My mum shifted slightly in her seat.Even Seline blinked. Nick chuckled lightly. “Depends on what you’re comfortable with.”There it wa

Chapter 119Jaxon’s POVI had to put on the performance the moment I arrived at the location.The mask. The calm heir. The obedient son. The almost-fiancé.Seline was already downstairs when I pulled up, as if she’d been waiting for her cue. She didn’t need to “pick me up.” She just wanted the entrance.“Hey, J!” she called brightly.I walked past her with my hands in my pockets.At the elevator, she slipped her arm through mine without asking. I narrowed my eyes on her.“Relax,” she murmured under her breath. “It’s just an act for them.”I exhaled slowly and allowed it.But the act became unbearable when she started whining about “some bitches” who broke her nails earlier, waving her manicured fingers dramatically in my face like it was a national crisis.The elevator chimed.Thank God.I stepped out first, adjusting my jacket, ignoring her attempt to keep pace beside me.Then I saw her. That back, That posture. Even from behind, I knew.Aurora.After days of being declined access. I