Sierra's POV
“What did you say?” Arthur asked, his brows raised, his expression a mix of anger and shock.
I shook my head. I should not have said that. “It's noth-” I tried to speak, but he stopped me.
“It's okay. Let's go back to our table,” he said, taking my hand and leading me back to our table.
As we walked, I could only see the back of his head. I was glad he dropped it, but I wasn't sure about his reaction. When we got to our table, he took out a chair for me, leading me to sit.
“I need to do something. I'll be back,” he said.
I gave him a soft smile, which he responded to and left. My gaze did not leave the direction he walked away in as I tried to wrap my head on if he was going to ask again once he returned.
I didn't want to talk about it. Arthur returned to the table with an apologetic smile as he took a seat across from me. “I'm sorry. Where were we?” he said, sig
Arthur's POV “Let's go to your room. It's been a while since I've been in there,” Diane suggested, her fingers clinging onto my arm as usual.She stared at me expectant but she definitely wasn't going to get what she wanted todayI said nothing as we walked past my room to the balcony. An inflatable chair stood at the side so she could be comfortable. “Sit,” I said.“But Artie...”I gave her a look, and that quickly shut her up. She dropped on the chair with a pout. “What is it?” She asked with an attitude. I wasn't going to bother with that.Crossing my arms, I leaned against the wall on my side. “What was that about?” I asked calmly.She shrugged. “I don't know what you are talking about,” she feigned ignorance.“I'm being nice, Diane. You know how quickly that can change,” I told her.She sighed. “C'mon, I didn't say anything wrong, did I? I only told her the truth.”“You were condesce
Sierra's POV “You have a sister?” I asked as he joined me in the car, behind the wheel.In my search on him, I didn't find anything about him having a sister. Even his parents, who weren't so close to him, were at least mentioned once or twice, but his sister, who he seemed to be close to, was never.He shrugged. “Sort of,” he said.“What do you mean?” I asked as we drove off.“We aren't related by blood. She is my best friend, and I've known her since I was five,” he explained.Well, that explains it. “She arrived this morning, and I had to pick her up at the airport. I would have told you, but you disappeared with my parents, and I couldn't reach you on the phone, but I told Jackson. However, I think he was too drunk to remember,” he added.We soon arrived at his house, and he led me in, but we met a little chaos. “I don't like it!” I heard a female bark angrily at Sarah.“Welcome back, Mr. Floyd,” Sarah gree
Sierra's POV “These are lovely,” Eve complimented, staring down at one of my paintings in hand. “You've done so many.” She looked around my studio.I hummed, moving to a stool, fighting my eyelids to stay open. “I've had a lot of free time lately,” I said.Eve had woken me up so early in the morning. Maybe it wouldn't have been too bad if I had caught up on enough sleep, but I had been awake until 5 am this morning.I had completely forgotten how late that party ran, and now I was up at 8 am. Eve nodded, acting like the manager she was.She had on a brown pants suit, her hair cut and let down. She looked completely different from her gothic self. More professional, I would say.“Going somewhere?” I asked.She spun around to face me, her eyes still on the painting she held. She hummed before raising her head. “I have to meet up with a potential investor in about,” she stared at her watch, “an hour,” she added.“
Arthur's POV This risk was worth taking.I hadn't expected it would work in my favour, but I sure wished it did. I wanted more than just being called her boyfriend, but we'll take it slow. There was a lot of time to get to where I wanted Sierra pulled away the moment she spotted the flash of the camera on us. When she looked in the direction of the photographer, she stiffened. She recovered quickly and marched over.“Why did you do that?” she asked Jackson.“Stamping the moment,” he replied with a smug smile.“You're not mad, are you?” she asked.“Why should I be? I have a feeling he is the one who stopped you from leaving again, so I'll give him what he wants. Wanna see the pics?” he said.Sierra looked over her shoulder at me. Her bright eyes on me made me feel hot all over. And her smile surely did more than that to me.I felt a tap on my shoulder, making me spin around. “I did
Sierra's POV “What is it?” I asked, my eyes lit up in anticipation.I couldn't guess what it was reading his expression. He knew how to hide it well. “Come,” he gave out his hand.I took it without hesitation. “Sierra!” Eve drunk called.I turned around, and she collided into me, laughing. “Sorry,” she waved apologetically, taking a step back.I held her hand, trying to get her to stand still. “Are you drunk, Eve?” I asked, worried.She hummed with a bob of her head. “Took a few bottles. Who knew the drinks here would be so good?” she said.“How would you enjoy it if you're drunk, silly girl?” I teased.“Well, I'm enjoying it, aren't I?” she said, and I could only shake my head.She didn't look unhappy, anyway. My eyes went to Arthur, who seemed relaxed. He sure was not in a hurry, but I wasn't sure why I anticipated his surprise so much. “Eve, I-”Eve placed her index finger on my lips, shaki
Sierra's POV “Ew, change that,” Eve squeezed her face as though she were staring at vomit.“This is my tenth dress. It's a literal local party, I don't see why I have to overdress,” I complained.Eve barged into my room at eight in the morning and almost threw me off the bed. I half expected to become a model and she the critic to half of my dress collection.“I just realized you have horrible taste, Sierra,” she said, and I gave her a look.“My fashion sense is wonderful, thank you very much.” I waved my hands, crossing the pile of clothes on the floor.My wardrobe had barely any cloth in it with how fast Eve tossed them on the ground. “Show me your dresses then,” she said.I picked out a sundress, placing it over my body. “That was your high-school dress, sis,” she said.“It still works,” I argued. “Fine,” I said once she gave me a look, returning my attention to the few dresses hung in my wardrobe.