"Why do you want to go home tomorrow?" Damian asked, he masked his excitement with curiosity really well as he took her hand. She shrugged, "Nothing really, Dubai is pretty boring. We should've gone to Japan instead."

Damian raised an eyebrow, he searched her eyes for a hidden reason but he couldn't find any. On one hand he was relieved that she just found Dubai boring, and on the other hand, he found himself a little disappointed that she just found Dubai a little boring. He wondered if anything else ever went on inside Selene's head other than materialism. Funny how things turned out but who cares? As long as it worked in his favor in the end.

He then pulled her in for a warm embrace, "You're right, it's indeed really boring here. Why don't you get some sleep? I'll pack our bags after and we'll leave tomorrow. Sounds good?"

Selene groaned softly in his arms, "We'll pack our bags tomorrow. How about we just make this moment count?" She looked up at him seductively, "I wanna do it again..."

Damian sighed, a little smirk on his lips. He then shifted their positions on the huge couch. Selene was now underneath with him hovering on top of her. His strong hands brushing gently on her skin, "Are you sure?" He asked in a low voice,his sharp eyes lingering on her nightgown, "You might wake up late tomorrow."

Her heart skipped several beats at his words, she spread her lips to say something but her words failed her, all she did was swallow and nod. He leaned down and kissed her violently, aggressively. Selene didn't complain because it was just the way she liked it, her hands found his neck and pulled him closer.

The night stretched on in a blur of heated touches and soft moans. Selene surrendered completely to him, her breathless gasps filling the room. Damian took control, his grip firm yet teasing, his lips exploring every inch of her. She responded eagerly, clinging to him, savoring every rough kiss, every possessive movement.

When it was over, she laid sprawled against his chest, her fingers lazily tracing his exposed chest. She sighed in satisfaction, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone.

"You're in a good mood tonight," she murmured, smirking up at him.

Damian exhaled, he kept stroking her blonde hair in a rhythmic manner, then he asked for the sake of confirmation, "You really don't mind leaving tomorrow?"

She lifted herself onto her elbows, watching his expression carefully. "Why? You weren't expecting me to say it?"

"Not at all." Damian admitted, turning to his side.

Selene shrugged, tracing circles on his chest. "I got what I wanted, Damian. A ring on my finger. Your name attached to mine." She smirked, leaning in to kiss his jaw. "So yeah, I wanna go home early and properly start being your wife, that's way more fun. But don't think for a second that I don't know where your mind has been all this time."

Damian's body stiffened for a fraction of a second, but she caught it.

She laughed, rolling onto her back. "I'm not blind, honey. Every time you think I'm not looking, your mind is somewhere else." She turned her head to look at him. "Tell me, Damian, are you still thinking about her?"

His jaw clenched. "Go to sleep, Selene."

Selene smirked in satisfaction, rolling onto her side and closing her eyes. "Sweet dreams, darling."

Damian didn't sleep for a long time. He laid awake, staring at the ceiling, his mind drifting back to a woman he had tried so hard to erase from his thoughts. But no matter how much he pushed, no matter how hard he tried...Aurora's face still haunted him.

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Aurora paced around the house. She couldn't help but feel a little nervous. It had been 3 days since she spoke with Jaxon and she was expecting to hear from him today. But the day was almost over, she looked at the wall clock, a little after 7pm and she was still yet to hear from him.

Her phone rang, but it was Maywell instead. She sighed, who else was it going to be? Aurora didn't have anyone else in her contacts that she reached out to regularly other than Maywell. "Hello?"

"You don't sound good." Maywell flatly remarked, "Is something wrong?"

"Of course not. I'm fine, my babies are fine." Aurora lightly rubbed her stomach with a smile which faded almost immediately, Jaxon still hadn't called her. She explained to Maywell that she applied for a job and was still yet to hear the company's feedback.

"Oh, I see. Don't worry about it, I'm sure they're taking this long because they're preparing a special place for you." Maywell's words made Aurora laugh, this eased up her mind a little. She thanked Maywell for calling and they wished each other a good night.

A few minutes after putting her phone down, the doorbell rang, her heartbeat quickened, could it be Jaxon? She made her way to the door and she opened it.

She was correct. It was Jaxon. His usual friendly smile plastered on his face. She couldn't help but smile as well. "It's you." She whispered.

"It's me." His calm deep voice echoed.

"Well? What's the update? Did you do your research? Am I qualified for the job or not?" She asked hastily. This made him laugh, "Calm down, Aurora. I believe you have to invite guests into your home if you wanna get information out of them."

Aurora frowned, raising one of her eyebrows, "Seriously?"

"Yes. Seriously?"

She rolled her eyes and moved so he could come in. "Thank you." He said with a cheerful smile.

After waiting for him to sit and get comfortable on the couch, she crossed her arms, "Well? Talk."

He cleared his throat, "Well..."

Aurora's ears perked up.

He continued, "I believe it's customary for guests to receive a beverage before any matter is discussed."

Aurora's face fell, "I didn't make it, did I? You're just here to let me down easy."

Before Jaxon could respond, she stormed off to the kitchen and came back with a can of cold drink, she tossed it at him, "Here's your beverage. Now get out." She said firmly.

Jaxon caught the drink effortlessly and stood up, "Aurora. Listen-"

"Just go away!" She yelled.

Jaxon sighed, he placed the drink down on the table and walked up to her. He placed both hands on her shoulders and made her look at him, "My boss loved it, alright? He personally did his research and found out that you earned your work credits fair and square, so he'd be more than happy to have you come in for a face to face interview tomorrow before he officially hires you, okay? So calm down."

Aurora stiffened, her eyes shining brightly, from the tears that were clouding her eyes, "Really? I'm qualified for the job?"

Jaxon chuckled, "Yes. You are qualified." Seeing how much she needed it, he pulled her in for a hug, "Congratulations, Aurora."

"Congratulations." The words kept ringing in her head. When was the last time she heard that? She really needed this win. With a really bright smile she hugged him back, "Thank you!"

After the hug, Jaxon sighed, "I can't believe you threw a can at me. You're really not to be messed with."

She lightly punched his arm, "Nonsense, I didn't mean anything by it." Her laugh was like music to Jaxon's ears, it was the first time seeing her bright smile, "What a sight..." He spoke inwardly, "I want to make sure she remains like this."

He cleared his throat, "So...since you basically got the job, why don't we celebrate over a few drinks? And I don't mean going to a café."

"Oh," Aurora's eyes dwindled, "Drinks, huh? Sounds pretty nice but uhmm, I can't drink."

"Why? Can't handle a bit of alcohol?" Jaxon teased with a coy smile. She laughed dryly, "Uhh, no...it's not that. I'm actually...pregnant."

The room went silent. For a while, nobody said anything. Only the sound of the ticking wall clock could be heard.

"Does he know?" Jaxon finally asked. His voice carried a subtle bit of anger, not directed at her, but Damian instead.

When she slowly shook her head, he scoffed and looked away, "Well, damn. What exactly happened between you two?"

"I don't wanna talk about it." Was all Aurora said and Jaxon didn't pry, he picked up the drink she had given him earlier, "Thanks for the drink." He said and left.

A sigh left her, her mood had dampened for sure, but she wasn't going to let that disturb her joy. She got the job at last. Now it was on to her next goal... to get a decent car.

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Blackwood enterprises.

Damian's office. The door swung open without warning. He didn't have to look up to know who it was. He sighed, muttering under his breath, "Here we go again."

Victor Blackwood strode inside, his expression sharp with disapproval. His tailored suit was impeccable, his presence commanding as always.

Damian barely spared him a glance before handing a stack of documents to his assistant. "I need photocopies of these."

"Yes, sir." The assistant nodded quickly, grabbing the files and slipping out of the office, leaving father and son alone.

Victor wasted no time. "I paid a visit to the mansion this morning."

Damian finally looked up, his fingers drumming against his desk. "And?"

Victor's jaw tightened. "Her belongings are still there."

The words hit him harder than he expected, but Damian masked his reaction. He leaned back in his chair, forcing indifference into his tone. "I've been busy."

Victor scoffed. "Don't insult me with that excuse." He took a step closer, his piercing gaze scrutinizing Damian's every movement. "Three days, Damian. You've been back for three days. And yet, that wench's clothes, jewelry, and personal effects remain untouched."

Damian's fingers curled slightly, but he didn't reply. That wench?

Victor pressed on, his voice growing sharper. "Selene told me she tried to have them removed weeks ago. You stopped her."

"She didn't need to make a scene about it," Damian muttered, not meeting his father's eyes.

"Oh?" Victor tilted his head. "So it's just a matter of convenience? Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you haven't truly let her go."

"Was I even supposed to let her go in the first place?"

Silence.

Damian continued, "Look, I know what I'm doing, okay? And I'm in the middle of work so I'd like some peace and quiet. Or should I let go of those as well?"

"You know what you're supposed to do. Do it...or I will." Victor left after the warning.

"F*cking headache..." Damian whispered as he tossed some files aside.

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Aurora found herself in front of a tall building consisting of various office complexes, with each complex offering different services. As she was trying to figure out which floor and which office she was looking for, she felt a light tap on her shoulder.

"Reporting for duty?" Jaxon asked with his signature friendly smile. Aurora was a little surprised, seeing the way he left last time, she thought he'd be upset to see her but she was wrong, "Well, not officially." She answered with a small smile.

"Don't worry. Your spot is secured. Come on, I'll show you our complex." He offered as he walked past her. Aurora followed him silently through the sleek glass doors, her heels clicking softly against the polished marble floors. The building had a modern design that screamed professionalism.

Jaxon led her to the elevator, pressing the button for the ninth floor. As they ascended, he glanced at her with a knowing smirk. "Nervous?"

She exhaled softly. "A little. It's been a while since I've been in an office setting."

He chuckled. "You'll do fine. Besides, I wouldn't have brought you here if I didn't think you had potential."

She raised an eyebrow. "Brought me here?"

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. Jaxon stepped out first, leading her down a well-lit hallway. "Sorry, I meant let you apply." He said with a guilty smile. They stopped in front of a glass-paneled door with Reid Consulting Group written in bold letters.

He pushed the door open, revealing a spacious office with a modern aesthetic. Several employees worked at their desks, while private offices lined the walls. Aurora followed him through the space, taking in the sleek furniture and the scent of fresh coffee in the air.

Jaxon stopped in front of a grand office with a glass door and knocked twice before stepping inside. Aurora followed, only to freeze in surprise when she saw a distinguished man seated behind the large desk.

"Dad," Jaxon said smoothly, "Meet Aurora Sinclair."

Aurora's eyes widened. "Your father owns Reid Consulting Group?" She bit her lips, the name should've been a dead giveaway but she never really thought much of it. A sigh escaped her lips.

Seated behind the desk was a man who bore a striking resemblance to Jaxon, tall, well-groomed, with the same calm demeanor and sharp eyes.

Unlike Jaxon's playful smirk, however, his father carried an air of quiet authority, the kind that commanded respect without needing to demand it.

The older man rose from his seat, adjusting the cuffs of his suit before extending a hand. "Charles Reid," He introduced himself in a smooth, measured tone. "And yes, I own Reid Consulting Group."

Aurora shook his hand, still processing the revelation. She turned to Jaxon, who only offered her a lazy grin.

Charles gestured toward the seat across from him. "Please, sit."

Aurora hesitated for a moment before sitting. She could feel Charles studying her, not with judgment, but with a quiet curiosity.

"I assume Jaxon didn't warn you about this little detail," he said, amusement flickering in his eyes.

"Not at all," she admitted, throwing a pointed glance at Jaxon, who simply leaned against the desk, looking far too pleased with himself.

"I prefer to let my father speak for himself," Jaxon said casually.

Charles hummed, then folded his hands together on the desk. "I understand that you're looking for a fresh start, Ms. Sinclair. And I want to assure you that your past, whatever it may be, has no bearing on your future here."

Aurora tensed slightly.

Charles continued, "I know who you were married to. But aside from Jaxon and myself, no one else does. And it will stay that way."

She exhaled slowly, her shoulders relaxing. "You're not worried about my connection to Damian Blackwood?"

"Not in the slightest," Charles replied smoothly. "I judge people based on their capabilities, not their history. Sure, I may have done my on research on you just to be sure. Hower, Jaxon sees potential in you, and I trust my son's instincts."

Aurora turned to Jaxon, who simply shrugged. "Told you I had good taste."

She let out a soft chuckle despite herself. Charles' assurance meant more than she expected. For the first time in a long while, she felt like she wasn't just someone's ex-wife, she was being seen for herself.

She thanked Charles who left her in Jaxon's care and they left the office.

"Welcome to Reid Consulting Group." Jaxon spread his arms to officially welcome her.

Aurora tried not to laugh, "You look weird." She then pinched his cheek, "The next time you're telling me something please make sure to not leave any important details. Your dad being the boss for example."

"Ow, ow, ow." Jaxon whined and she let go, letting out an amused chuckle, he nodded, "I promise, Aurora. No more secrets."

She gave him a warm smile. For a second the world disappeared around him, her smile was the prettiest he has ever seen. He then blinked a few times and looked away then gestured toward a spacious corner office. "That's yours."

Aurora blinked. "Mine?"

"Well, technically, it's shared. You'll be working closely with me, so we'll be in and out of that space a lot." He grinned. "But I figured you'd appreciate a decent view."

She stepped inside, her eyes drawn to the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city skyline. The desk was sleek and organized, a brand-new laptop and notepad neatly placed on top.

"This... is more than I expected," She admitted, running her fingers along the desk's smooth surface.

Jaxon leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. "I know you're starting over, Aurora. But you're not doing it alone, rest assured." He scratched his nape, "Hey, I'm...sorry for the way I acted yesterday. I was just a little surprised, that's all and... kind of pissed off at you know who."

Aurora sighed and rested on the desk, "There's no need to withhold any emotion towards him, Jaxon. He's nothing but part of my past now. And besides..." She placed her hand on her stomach, "These kids will bring nothing but joy to me, I can feel it."

Jaxon raised his brows, "Kids? As in plural?"

Aurora nodded with a small laugh. Jaxon lowered his head, "Congratulations, Aurora." His voice was unreadable as he said that. As if he just snapped out of it, he raised his head back up and gave her a toothy grin, "Alright. It's time to get to work."

She nodded firmly, "Yes, boss."

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Blackwood mansion.

Damian looked at the remainder of Aurora's belongings that were neatly packed in several boxes, he sighed, "Take them away." He instructed the maids and they obeyed.

"Honey!" Selene's voice echoed as she entered the living room. Rubbing his forehead, he turned around and gave a small smile, "You seem happy."

"That's because I am." She threw herself in his arms for a hug and added, "Why won't I be happy when you've finally gotten rid of that bitch's things. Now I can shop in peace knowing there'll be enough space."

Damian huffed, "It's always shopping with you. Don't you do anything else?"

Selene pulled away, her mood unfazed, "Well, there's yoga and spa day... but shopping takes the cake. You should come with me next time, it'll be fun."

"No, thanks." He declined flatly, "I have to go to work now."

"What? No..." Selene protested while pulling him by the arm, "Can't you just stay here with me? I bought some interesting stuff that I want to show you." She leaned closer, "Red's your favorite color, right?"

Damian sighed, she really wasn't going to let this go. He took her hand, his eyes lingering on her body. "Fine," His voice low and deep, "Show me everything."

Selene's heart almost gave out. She swallowed and walked ahead of him. He took a long hard look at the last box containing Aurora's belongings that was being taken away and closed his eyes. "Forgetting you is going to be the hardest thing I'll ever do, Aurora." He said within, "But I certainly hope that wherever you are, you aren't treated unfairly like you were here."

"Honey, hurry up!" Selene beckoned excitedly.

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5 years later.

The grand event hall shimmered under the warm glow of chandeliers, with elegant decorations. Distinguished guests filled the space, raising glasses, exchanging laughter, and celebrating the success of Reid Consulting Group.

At the center of it all, Jaxon sat at the front table, dressed in a sharp black tuxedo, his usual playful smirk softened by something more genuine.

Aurora stood on the stage, holding a glass of champagne and the microphone in her other hand. She was radiant in a sleek, midnight-blue gown, exuding the quiet confidence that had grown over the years. As the room got quiet all eyes turned to her.

"I'd like to take a moment," She began, her voice steady, yet filled with warmth, "to raise a toast to the man of the evening, Jaxon Reid."

A round of applause sounded, but she lifted a hand, signaling for them to wait. Her gaze found Jaxon's, and her lips curled into a soft smile.

"When I first met Jaxon, I had no idea what I was getting myself into." The audience chuckled, and Jaxon smirked. "He was persistent, confident, and if we're being honest, a little too sure of himself."

More laughter filled the room, and Jaxon pretended to be offended, shaking his head with amusement.

"But over the years, I've had the privilege of seeing what truly makes Jaxon remarkable," Aurora continued. "His resilience, his ability to lead with both strength and kindness, and most of all, his unwavering loyalty to the people he cares about."

She took a deep breath, her expression softening. "I know if Charles were here tonight, he would be so incredibly proud of the man you've become, Jaxon."

A somber hush fell over the room at the mention of Charles Reid, who had passed away two years prior due to health complications. Aurora's voice remained steady, but there was a hint of emotion beneath her words. "He built something incredible, and you've carried his legacy forward with grace and determination. He may not be here physically, but I know he's watching over you tonight."

Jaxon's jaw tightened, and for a moment, he seemed to struggle for words, his gaze locked on Aurora.

She lifted her glass higher. "So, to Jaxon Reid. An incredible leader, a visionary, and the best friend anyone could ask for. May your success continue, and may we all be lucky enough to be part of it."

The room erupted into applause, glasses clinking together as everyone echoed her toast. Jaxon didn't take his eyes off Aurora as she stepped down from the stage, a warm smile gracing her lips. She returned to her seat beside him, and as she did, he leaned in slightly.

"You always know exactly what to say," He murmured, his voice filled with something with gentleness.

Aurora laughed softly. "That's what I do best."

Jaxon didn't reply right away. He simply watched her, his expression unreadable, but undeniably full of admiration.