Sierra's POV
Watching Arthur leave snapped me back to reality. He was truly a good-looking man and his attempt to flirt with me… I shook my head, not wanting to dive into that. It would be stupid of me to even think that about us. I'm too out of touch and his league. He was a fucking biker.
I stepped back into the house and helped Elvis pack up what he would need to go ice fishing with my dad. It was a dangerous activity, but I trusted my father and the fact that he had taken Jackson and I on that made me know he would take care of Elvis. Also, I won't be able to stop Elvis.
He was too excited to even be stopped. All I could do was tell him to remain at dad's side and be careful, but I doubted he even listened as he ran off with Dad. “I'll be in my room” I told my mother who was soon prepping to leave for her book club meeting.
I shut the door and scanned the room. I had nothing to do. My clothes were already folded and placed in the wardrobe last night, and the room was tidy and spotless. I picked up a book from the shelf and plopped on my bed to read it. I should be done by afternoon before lunch, but I could barely read past two sentences when Arthur's voice came to my mind.
I shook my head to push his face, his eyes, his scent, his voice, everything away from my mind, but that only became an activity I carried out more than reading the book I held. The more I did it, the more I felt I wanted to throw my brain out.
“Maybe it was the bed” I found something to blame other than my annoying mind, messing with me.
I got off the bed to my reading table and once again tried to read the book, but I instead, placed the book down, opening my laptop and the browser. I typed in Arthur's name in the search bar and was about to click the search button when I changed it to 'Arthur the professional biker'.
Crazy, but that was my best bet and fortunately, I didn't need to worry as he came up once it stopped loading. “Killian Arthur Floyd” I spelt out his full name slowly.
He was an international biker with over twenty medals. He had a long line of female fans that fawn over him in every race. Recently, he won another world championship. His smiling face and those eyes that could make any lady fall to their knees were plastered all over each vlog. I could barely stop myself from again gawking at him like a lost puppy.
There were pictures of him when he has just begun his career. It seemed with the passing years, he only became more breathtaking. His lashes were so long and dark it made his eyes look intimidating but alluring. Another click on a site and I found myself in a segment that only squeezed my heart.
His previous girlfriends.
Each of them were beauties that could never be compared. I recognized two of them as being models. Trendy and famous on their own. And his last girlfriend was nothing less but a goddess. She was an A-list actress with beauty standards that controlled the world.
Her steps, her style, her look, everything screamed beauty and everything all around. I shut my laptop, as I rubbed my forehead. I should not be thinking about this. I should not have even checked in the first place. But then again, it was good.
It would get rid of him in my mind. He was a hotshot, a playboy, every girl's dream, and I could not fit into that. I would be laughed at. Surely, he would laugh at me, if he even found out I was thinking about him.
“Come on, Sierra. You literally just got a divorce. Stop thinking about a fucking biker that was way out of your league,” I scolded myself and rose to my feet.
I would not be staying home today. The weather was good, and I should step out like everyone else. I quickly took my jacket, boots, and beanie before heading out the door. “In the mood to step out?” Mum asked with a smile.
I nodded. “Yeah, I'm heading to the ski resort,” I said, already headed for the door.
I've always loved snow and maybe watching the mountains and the people skiing would make me feel better and take a certain biker I only met today out of my mind. It took me a while, but I got there and slowly headed in.
Most people walked in with their gears and those who didn't have one paid to get one. I walked past them and found a good position to watch with the others. It wasn't packed, which was normal during this time.
Most people had their eyes fully trained on the people skiing. I wasn't sure how long I had been here, but it was better. I didn't feel sorry for myself for not meeting the criteria of Arthur's type. I should not even be thinking about in the first place. I wasn't even in the right place of mind for a relationship.
A few murmurs and stares coming my way snapped me out of my thoughts. What was happening? I looked to my right and my tongue did the most absurd thing it could come up with. “Killian” I called.
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