Chapter 5

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.