Sierra’s POV
“I don’t know much about Arthur, but I at least know a bit through what the media posts. You need to not let those girls get the better of you. I know they will be a lot. Those ladies are as shameless as they can be, but you have a fucking advantage; he is into you. They want to scare you off and they will keep trying. If you don’t grow a spine, they’ll get the better of you,”
Eve’s words echoed in my mind as I walked out of the restaurant. A paused a few steps away, spotting Arthur leaning on his car parked just at the side. Once he spotted, he stood erect, with a wide smile on his face.
As I approached, he opened the passenger door and pulled out a large bouquet of flowers. They were made up of different types of flowers. “This is a lot of flowers,” I commented, staring at the piece in my hands.
“I could not make out which one
Sierra’s POVEven after changing into a new outfit, I didn’t have the courage to go back downstairs. I had never met Arthur, but I could tell just by looking at the older man that he was Arthur’s father, with the woman beside him being his mother.I knew I could not remain up here. That would leave a horrible impression, but then haven’t I with the way I was dressed earlier? Eventually, I decided to step out of the room.I got to the living area and found both of them having tea. “Oh, you decided to join us,” Arthur’s mother said, but I did not fail to recognize the coldness in her tone.“Join us. Sarah!” she called out.Sarah stepped out into the room and bowed. “Get her some tea,” Arthur’s mother instructed.Sarah bowed and rushed in to that. I wanted to decline, but the look on her face told me I didn’t have the option to do that. I took a seat as Sarah served the tea. “What relationship do you have with my son?” Arthur’s father finally spoke, not bothering to look at me.He was ca
Sierra’s POVI held Arthur tighter as we rode through the streets of the village. I was so distracted with Maria and Yvonne; I did not pay attention to how fast we rode. When they were no longer in sight, my brain finally registered it.The buildings disappeared in seconds. I could see how much attention this brought to Arthur. I have seen him ride, and he has always been breathtaking. I looked up at his head, that was perfectly covered with the helmet he had on.I dropped my head, my cheeks burning red at the thought that filled my head. I held him close, loving the feel of having my arms around him. With my thoughts swirling around, the man that rode the bike, the speed at how we moved, seemed insignificant.With each mile we ran, I felt more and more comfortable. Slowly, I let go of his body. Arthur grabbed my hand just before it left his abdomen. “Careful, Sierra,” Arthur yelled due to the noise around us.However, that did not stop me. “I will,” I told him, taking off my helmet.
Sierra’s POVMaria and Yvonne stood side-by-side Arthur. At the other side was Neil, who looked amused by what was going on in front of him. I felt my chest tighten and my blood boiling as I watched the both women stare at me like they had won.My first thought was to run out of here, but no. I couldn’t. I didn’t stay still either. I took slow steps forward, just like in the movies. My head held high, my chest and shoulders evened out, a little exaggerated, but who cared?I stood before Arthur and took his hand. He didn’t object as I led him up the stairs. At the first room, I turned the knob and pushed him in, then slammed the door shut. I took in a deep breath before opening the door once again.Arthur was seated on the bed, calm, waiting as though he knew I would walk in. “I must confess I like this side of you,” he said as I walked over to him.“Why are they here?” I asked.“I have no idea. Neil ushered them in. I was just about to send them off when you arrived,” Arthur said.I b
Sierra’s POVMy legs were wobbly as I helped myself out of the boutique. My heart was racing and tremors filled my fingers. Once I stepped out, I released my breath, trying to calm my racing heart.I swallowed, holding my chest. “Where did that come from?” Eve asked beside me.I shook my head. “I have no idea. I just… did it,” I said.I wasn’t drunk or I would have blamed it on that. Why exactly did I even do that? Did I fall into a trap? I felt completely different. “That was awesome,” Eve said with a wide smile.“It wasn’t,” I said.“I’m telling you it is. You need to stand up for yourself. Even though you have nothing with Arthur, that doesn’t mean they can easily bully you when they see you. Don’t show them your weak side,” Eve said.“But I am weak. What if they retaliate?”“If they retaliate, I am right here with you. No one dares bully you,” Eve said, tapping my shoulder.I stared down at my fingers, that were still shaken up from the audacity I showed. It was fortunate I didn’t
Sierra’s POV“Sierra?” Arthur snapped his fingers in front of my eyes.I shook my head, pulling out of my imagination. I quickly pulled off the helmet. “I don’t think I’m cut out for riding today. Why don’t we postpone it to… tomorrow?” I quickly said, giving him a small smile.“What's wrong with today?” Arthur asked.I gave him a nervous smile as I thought of something to say. “You are not feeling too well. It’s not right you ride today. I’m sure tomorrow you’ll feel absolutely better,” I said.I didn’t let him think it through as I passed the helmet to him and rushed out. “Sierra,” he called out, but I quickly got out of there.I could not see myself getting on that bike after the very possibility of me falling off came to my mind. I hailed a cab and found my way home. Once home, I spotted Mum in the living room, knitting.I joined her, plopping at her side. “Why are you sweating so much? It’s cold out,” she said.I wiped the sweat off my face. I still could not get rid of the thoug
Sierra’s POV“I’ve just been assigned a task,”I relaxed upon hearing his words. “What task?” I asked.He raised his phone to my eye level and I read the text message. Uncle, please convince mommy to let me ride your bike.That son of mine. I shook my head, then folded my arms.“My son would not be getting on a motorbike. He is way too young for that,” I said, sounding just like my mother when I was young, but I didn’t care right now.Elvis could get himself injured. What if he flew off the bike? That thought made my heart drop. “He will be with me,” Arthur said, like that was convincing enough.“No,” I said bluntly.“So you don’t trust my riding skills?”I gulped, staring into his blue eyes that locked me in. Momentarily, I forgot what we were talking about. “I…” I snapped myself out of it. “I don’t trust my son on a motorbike. That’s dangerous. What if he gets hurt?”“He won’t. I can assure you of that.”“You’re not convincing me.” I stood my ground.He grabbed my chin, lightly lift