Falling For The Biker

Sierra's POVWith a sigh, I shut the truck of my car and footsteps approaching made me turn around. It was my lawyer. I smiled as he approached. “Good day, Miss Sierra,” he greeted on getting to me.“Hi, Mr. Richard,” my smile widened.“Mum, I found it!” Elvis yelled as he ran out, staring at his action figure.He raised his head and smiled at Mr. Richard. “Hi” he greeted, and hugged me.“I found it” he waved his action figure once more, and I nodded.“Go place it in your bag. Stay in the car, okay? I'll be there in a moment,” I said, and he hummed, quickly getting in.My little boy was eight years old and even though he does not completely understand what has been happening for the past few months, he understood the basics. However, I didn't want him in the conversation I was about to have with Mr. Richard.“I have the documents here. You are officially divorced,” he said with a small smile as he handed over the document.I briefly opened and read what was needed. Sincerely, from the

Sierra's POVI turned to the door as my son rushed in with a big smile that spread across his face. “Mum, my room is huge,” his eyes widened at the last word.I chuckled. “Really?” I asked."Come see.” he grabbed my hand, leading me to his room.We got into his room, which was just beside mine. It was indeed huge. From the bed to the ceiling and the spacing, everything screamed extravagance. There were furniture I could tell was handmade by my dad because I had a lot of those while growing up. There were tons of action figures all around like some trophy.Mum and dad had asked to know what Elvis liked to decorate his room one month prior. They put a lot of effort into it. “Do you like it?” I asked my little boy with a smile.He nodded. “It's big and so beautiful. Thanks, Granddad” he hugged my father, who stepped into the room with a big blanket.Dad smiled, ruffling his hair. “This would be perfect for your bed,” he said, and handed it over to my mother, who placed it on the bed.“Do

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 spo

Sierra's POV I should have been more careful, but how could I after that spark? It always ignited so many emotions I rather keep at bay. I felt his arm around me with one at the back of my head, keeping me still on his chest. Despite rolling down a steep this high, I wasn't scared, but my heart pounded regarding something else. With my ear to his chest, I heard his heartbeat. It was calm, like it was his territory. He slammed his leg on a rock and our body stopped almost instantly. It took me a while to realize that we were no longer moving. Raising my head, I met his gaze already on me. He didn't let me go, but I didn't try to go away either. I never thought I would ever be on top of him. No. I have thought about it. A billion times in a space of a few hours, but with something more nasty attached to it. However, I n

Arthur's POV I almost lost my senses the moment Jackson did that. He can be a dick most of the time, but I had not expected he would do something as calling me a man whore before his sister when he was fully aware I wanted to impress her. I didn't ruin his shot once, and just because I was into his sister; he wanted to stop me. It took a lot of restraint not to throw my fork at him at the dining table. I knew I would have to clarify what he had said to Sierra. I saw the way she looked at me when Jackson said those. Fuck, I wanted to tear Jackson apart. There was hurt in her eyes. She avoided my gaze every now and then, but whenever I got a good glimpse of her eyes; I saw disappointed them. Fuck!!! Despite trying to get Jackson