Sierra's POV
My breath got caught in my throat. My grip on Arthur only tightened. He tensed up, glaring at Neil, who had a bright smile on his face as he leaned back, legs crossed and arms spread.The looks on the men and woman around the table were one that looked like they had seen a ghost. They all stared at Neil, surprised he was ready to go that far.Arthur was about to speak, but I held him down, gently. He turned to me with his brows furrowed, but I gave him a calm smile. He only relaxed a bit, but it was more than enough as I turned to Neil.“I'll pass,” I said calmly, trying my best not to dig my fingers into Arthur's skin.Neil smiled. The more I looked at it, the more I felt uneasy. “Two glasses of the hottest alcohol,” he said, grabbing a bottle at his side.He twirled the cap open before filling two glasses with no restrictions. He passed them to me with his smile still intact. “Drink up,” he said.I staredSierra's POV Arthur helped me down on my feet as we got to the house. The man on the porch holding a single rose with a wide smile stood up. Arthur helped me adjust my heels before rising.“Sierra,” Richard called, walking towards us with a wide smile.I returned it as much as I could through my drunken self. As he got closer, he frowned. “Are you drunk?” he asked, passing a glare to Arthur, but his gaze softened when it returned to me.Arthur didn't let go. His hands firm on my waist — where I like it. I nodded like a child with a satisfied smile. I couldn't help it. He tried to take my hand, but Arthur held me back by the waist.“Who is this?”“Who is he?”Arthur and Richard said simultaneously. I gestured for Richard. “Arthur, meet Richard. The lawyer that helped me with the divorce,”Then I moved my fingers to Arthur. “Richard, this is Arthur. My brother's best friend
Sierra's POV My breath got caught in my throat. My grip on Arthur only tightened. He tensed up, glaring at Neil, who had a bright smile on his face as he leaned back, legs crossed and arms spread.The looks on the men and woman around the table were one that looked like they had seen a ghost. They all stared at Neil, surprised he was ready to go that far.Arthur was about to speak, but I held him down, gently. He turned to me with his brows furrowed, but I gave him a calm smile. He only relaxed a bit, but it was more than enough as I turned to Neil.“I'll pass,” I said calmly, trying my best not to dig my fingers into Arthur's skin.Neil smiled. The more I looked at it, the more I felt uneasy. “Two glasses of the hottest alcohol,” he said, grabbing a bottle at his side.He twirled the cap open before filling two glasses with no restrictions. He passed them to me with his smile still intact. “Drink up,” he said.I stared
Sierra's POV It didn't take long for me to understand what videos and pictures he was talking about. His parents wanted to ruin me, which could make Arthur pull away.I got up, already in Arthur's shirt, as I crawled over to him. “You're awake,” he said.I hummed. “You can leave the photos and videos up. I don't mind,” I told him.From his tone, it seemed it would be difficult to get those photos down. I didn't want to cause an issue. “If they keep staying up, the people might come for you. I can't,” Arthur argued.“I can handle it. It's just a little people, anyway,” I tried to brush it off.Arthur shock his head. “Your exhibition happening soon cannot afford that. And Elvis might not be able to handle it as well,” he said.I stayed quiet, getting his point. Especially when it concerned Elvis. I would not want him hurt because of this. A knock came to the door and Arthur got off the bed to answer it.It was a
Sierra's POV I didn't fall down the stairs, but I definitely sprained my ankles. The care in Arthur's eyes as he helped me down on the bed made my heart flutter.He turned around and paused. “Hey, man. I got an ice pack. I thought you'll need it,” Ian said, looking pale in the face.Arthur hummed, grabbed the bag, and walked back into the room before shutting the door with his feet. Arthur knelt on one knee as he placed the pack on my ankle.The sting made me hiss. “I'm sorry. I'll take it slow,” he said.“Ian looked scared of you,” I pointed out.“Really? Didn't notice,” Arthur said, but I knew it was a lie.Everyone could see the way Ian spoke to Arthur like he was scared. “Well, he was scared. What did you do to him? I thought you two were friends,” I said.“Friends stay away from my parents,” he said.So it was true he didn't like involving himself with anyone who had anything to do with his parent
Arthur's POV While speaking with a few friends of mine, my eyes occasionally went to Sierra. However, just after getting rid of another pest, Sierra was no longer seated.Panicked, I rushed over and it didn't take long for me to spot her. On the staircase with Maria. I couldn't see Sierra's face, but I could very well see Maria's, which stopped me from butting in.Whatever Sierra was saying to her, I was proud, but then it turned upside down when Maria pushed Sierra. Quickly, I rushed to the stairs and with my arms around her, I stopped her from hitting the staircase. Maria stared at me with wide eyes. “Are you okay?” I asked Sierra, who nodded, staring down at her feet.I lifted her off the ground, carrying her princess style. I needed to tend to her. “Arthur!” Maria yelled as I walked past her.This made me halt, turning around. “You aren't going to ignore me and walk off with her, are you?” Maria pointed at Sierra.
Sierra's POV Carol's party was just as I expected — loud music, fancy dresses, expensive cologne and perfumes, models and everything one would consider refined.There were a few people who didn't fit into this category and I was the number one on that list. Even though Arthur helped me change into something more fancy, I felt out a place.It was hard to get used to these gatherings, but I had a little advantage; Arthur. The confidence I had gathered while being with him was enough to get me to sit at a table, but that was it.I could not utter a word. Plus, all they were saying was something I could barely relate to. “Your drink, my lady,” Arthur said, placing a glass of wine before me on the table, shooting me a bright smile.The eyes of every female on the table turned to him. He didn't seem to mind. Arthur leaned into my ear, his fingers wrapped around the side of my neck. “I'm being called over. Do you need me to stay?” his tone low.