Sierra’s POV
I froze for a second, dumbfounded by his words. I turned to face him and only then did he come closer. Did I hear right? I highly doubted it. But the way he looked at me made it hard to breathe.
Arthur held my face, stroking my cheeks softly. “I love you, Sierra,” he confessed.
I could hear my heart thumping in my chest. “I truly love you and maybe it’s a lot to say, but I know you do too,” he said.
“Sierra,” he called. “Say something,”
I parted my lips, but barely any words came out of it. “Breathe, Sierra,” I heard him say, and only then did I realize I had been holding my breath.
He ran off to a nearby kiosk and got a bottle of water before running back to me. With the lid off, he brought the bottle to my lips. My eyes remained on him as I downed the water. I wasn’t
Sierra’s POVOnce we heard the door shut, Arthur grabbed my hand and placed a kiss on the back of it. “Why did you stop me? You chased him away,” I said.Maybe if I had gotten off Arthur sooner, Jackson would not have left. I was so caught up in our world; I forgot Jackson was going to come in soon. “You need to be confident if you want to use me, Sierra. He is your brother. He can’t stop you from having fun and healing, can he?”His words were so tempting, but how could I make out in front of my brother? “Use me wherever. In front of anyone and I would not complain. You are in charge here, but you would need to be bolder than what you are right now,” he added.Before I could respond to that, he noticed the flask I had kept on the table. “What’s in the flask?” he asked.“Oh, I made a little soup for you. I don’t know if you would like it, but you can give it a try,” I said.“I will like it,” Arthur said. “Sarah,” he called out, and a middle-aged woman stepped out and bowed.“Show her
Sierra’s POV“I saw your paintings. I voted to make sure you have an exhibition soon,” Eve said the moment I took her call.“I knew you wouldn’t just give up on your dreams,” she added.I could not explain it was not my doing. Not in a million years would I think of doing that. I had full doubts about my paintings being good enough. Just like many other things that Vance criticized, I began seeing it that way no matter how much it was praised by people.Posting them would only bring a huge backlash to me — was my thought. Who knew people would like them? Maybe a dozen people that had nothing to do with Vance. “Eve, can I speak to you later? I have something to take care of,” I told her before ending the call.I opened up the notification I got earlier.Fifteen million!I just got fifteen million dollars. From the sender, I knew I was right in my guess as to who had done this. Quickly, I left my room to the kitchen. I was both excited and worried. Excited because of the good reviews.
Arthur’s POVThe door bell rang downstairs, and I sluggishly opened my eyes, staring at the bedroom door. My eyelids were heavy. Keeping them open felt like a chore. I dragged my eyes to the wall clock, and it was almost noon.I pushed myself up from the bed as the doorbell rang again. When I chose to leave the resort suite to my penthouse, I didn’t think someone was going to make me hate it. Pushing myself off the bed, I walked out of my bedroom.“Good morning, Mr. Floyd,” Sarah, the housekeeper, greeted with a small bow.Sarah was over fifty, but she has chosen to continue working despite me giving her an offer of a good severance pay. Fortunately, I could stand her and she respects my rules perfectly. She was only meant to be around once a week, but due to my illness, she has been forced to stay another day.I hummed, helping myself down the stairs. “Go check who is at the door?” I said, taking a seat on the c
Sierra’s POVThe science that explained how these little beings with barely any work to do tend to have so much strength in their palm was unknown to me. I was in my late twenties and I doubted I had that much strength to send an electric bolt of pain through my body.“Mommy, wake up,”Yes, Elvis' usual routine. It took a moment to open my eyes as not only was I trying to fight off the sleep that wasn’t so easy to ward off with his slap, but the pain of said slap. I titled my head to the side, fluttering my eyes open to the clock.7 am.When I wanted him to be energetic in the morning, I didn’t think it would backfire on me. “Mommy, wake up. See,” he said, jumpy.It took a lot for me not to get back to sleep. With a yawn, I sat up, pulling the covers with me. I was still in his room and on his bed. “What is it,
Sierra’s POVI studied his face, trying to spot some amusement in his eyes, but there was none. He could not be possibly serious about that, could he? No one in his right mind would want to be used for an emotional support.His fingers circled around my waist, his fingers trailing my spine in slow succession under the coat. “You sound like you don’t know what it means,” I said.“Do I?” he asked with his eyes fixed on my lips.I placed my hand on his chest and pushed him off me. “You don’t. No man would want that.”“Want what?”“Being used, Arthur,” I said, frustrated.“I’m not any man. I’m a man in love,”I chuckled. “You don’t sound like you are in your right mind,”He stepped c
Sierra’s POVI raised my head as I felt the coat drop on my shoulders. Arthur helped me up, but soon picked me up from the ground. I could not argue nor fight as I let him take me back into the house.He increased the heat and walked over to the kitchen. He seemed very much used to the house, but I would not question that. After all, he was already seen as family. When he stepped out once again, he held a mug, handing it over to me.“Tea,” he said.“Thank you,” I muttered, taking the cup.The warm feel of the cup on my hands already made me feel better. I took a sip and the taste burst in my mouth. “This is good,” I complimented, raising the cup with a nod.“Thank you.” Arthur took a seat beside me. “Mum taught me well,” he winked.I drank my tea quietly, feeling warmed up