All Chapters of A Taste Of Him: The One I Was Never Meant to Want : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 32 Aurora's povI woke up like my skull had been split in two.A slow, brutal throb pulsed behind my eyes, each beat landing harder than the last. The ceiling above me wasn’t mine—too white, too unfamiliar—and that was the first warning sign.I squeezed my eyes shut, groaning softly.Please let this be my room. Please.But when I shifted, the sheets smelled wrong. Lavender. Layla’s detergent.My eyes flew open.Layla’s room.My heart slammed against my ribs as I pushed myself upright, the movement sending a fresh wave of nausea rolling through me. My mouth was dry. My head felt heavy. My body—too aware of itself in a way I didn’t like.Fragments flickered at the edges of my mind. Music. Laughter. Darkness. Warm arms.No.I pressed my palms into my temples. Don’t.I was still sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at my hands like they belonged to someone else, when the door creaked again.“Well, look who’s alive,” Layla said, stepping in with a smirk . “I was starting to thi

Chapter 34Aurora POVWe avoided each other everywhere.I learned the timing of hallways like survival math—when to turn, when to slow down, when to disappear before he came into view.And Jaxon?He moved like nothing had happened.Like my mouth hadn’t learned his shape.Like my body hadn’t remembered him before my brain could scream don’t.Like I hadn’t fallen asleep with his name burning behind my ribs.That was the part that gutted me.Because I was wreckage.Every glimpse of him cracked something open in my chest. Every time he passed without looking—really looking—it felt deliberate. Surgical. Cruel in the quietest way.He didn’t search for me.Didn’t hesitate.Didn’t slip.Not once.If our paths crossed, he walked past me like I was furniture. Like background noise. Like a stranger he’d never pulled into darkness.And I hated him for it.Hated how easy it was for him to pretend.Hated myself for expecting anything else.Hated how I wanted his hands to circle my clits I told my

Chapter 36Aurora povThe dim glow of the city lights bled through the half-drawn blinds, casting long, shifting shadows across the hardwood floor. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and something sweeter—his perfume, mint, musky now with arousal, clinging to the heat between us. I had barely stepped into the apartment before his hands were on me, pulling me back against him, his breath hot against the curve of my neck. There was no preamble, no gentle teasing—just raw, hungry need.Jaxon's fingers dug into the soft flesh of my hips, possessive and unyielding, as he spun me around and pressed me against the wall. The cool plaster met my back, a stark contrast to the fire spreading through my veins. I gasped as his body pinned mine, the hard ridge of his cock grinding against the damp fabric of my panties. Even through the layers of clothing, I could feel him—thick, throbbing, desperate to be inside me. A whimper escaped my lips, my nails scraping against the rough denim o

Chapter 38Aurora povI let my bag slip from my fingers the moment I step inside Layla’s place. It lands with a soft, careless thud—like the punctuation mark at the end of a long, exhausting sentence.Layla looks up from the kitchen doorway, one eyebrow lifting. “You okay?”“Define okay,” I murmur, already drifting toward the warmth.The kitchen feels like a hug. Golden light spilling from under the cabinets. A plate of cookies resting on the counter, cracked and imperfect, still breathing out sweetness. Two mugs of hot chocolate sit between us, steam rising slowly, patiently—like it knows we’ll need it.I sink into the chair and exhale. Deep. Heavy. Relief.reaching for a cookie. “If this is poisoned, thank you.”Layla slides into the opposite seat hugging her mug without a word. I take it like it’s sacred. “If this fixes me,” I say softly, “I owe you my life.”She laughs, gentle and familiar. “Chocolate has never failed us.”The first bite melts on my tongue. Sugar. Comfort. Somethi

Chapter 40Aurora’s pov Layla kicked the door shut behind us with her slip on, from our nail technician. dropping her bag on the console like she owned the place.“Okay,” she said, grinning. “Before you ask—yes. Mom and Dad are on another endless business trip.”I slipped my shoes off, already sinking into the quiet of the house. It felt… different.“And Jaxon?” I asked, trying to sound casual.Layla waved it off. “Hasn’t been home in days. Racing. God knows what else.” She shrugged. “Basically? We’ve got the house.”We ended up sprawled across the living room floor an hour later, the lights dimmed low, the curtains half-drawn. A bowl of chocolates sat between us, wrappers already piling up like evidence of bad decisions.“Girls’ night it is then” I said. Layla squealed.“Aurora—girls’ night!” she shouted, already bouncing on her toes.I laughed, the sound surprising even me, and dropped my bag where it landed. Before I could say anything else, Layla grabbed my wrists and spun me ar