All Chapters of Falling For The Biker : Chapter 131 - Chapter 137

Sierra’s POVWe joined the table with a bright smile, hiding whatever that was. I did not see Diane as a threat to me. At least as of this moment, anyway. “Sierra, it’s nice to have you in our home,” Mr. Floyd said, joining us.“It’s nice being in your home. It’s really lovely,” I said.From the corner of my eye, I could see Diane roll her eyes. “Thank you. I put a lot of effort into it. I thought Arthur would like it too, but he doesn’t seem to,” Mrs. Floyd said, her countenance dropping.I could tell she did not like the space she had with Arthur. I also would not feel happy if Elvis chose to be away from me. It would break my heart. Mrs. Floyd forced a smile then snapped her fingers.In seconds, ladies stepped out with different dishes, aligning them beautifully on the table. Pure royalty. They were quick and efficient. Without a word, they served everyone, only stopping to ask what I wanted.“This is… nice,” I muttered, stari

Sierra's POV “Do you think I'm selfish, Arthur? Have I done anything to make you think that?” I asked Arthur over the phone.I was in my studio, my canvas and brush forgotten as I watched Arthur on the screen of my phone. He paused for barely a second. “No, you are never selfish, and if you do anything that makes anyone think that, you must have your reasons,” he said.“That's what you think?” I said.“I know that, Sierra. Is something wrong?” he asked, concern in his voice.I wasn't sure anymore. Every minute went by, and it seemed like I was losing my mind. Just last night I thought I heard Elvis say something, but he woke up barely remembering anything.I asked if he was worried about something, but he said he wasn't, and it truly did look like he wasn't worried about anything. He was all smiles as he joined his friends on the school bus.I've had so many headaches recently that I've had to take drugs to relieve them

Sierra's POV The day I've been waiting for was here. The opening of my studio and my first official art exhibition.The slated time to begin was 10 am. By 8, Eve had everything ready at the studio, and with the help of the makeup artist and the designer, I was prepared for my exhibition.On our drive to the venue, I sat tensed, still not sure. “Nervous?” Jackson asked beside me.I nodded, wiping my sweaty hands with a handkerchief. “You'll ace this, don't worry,” he told me.We arrived at the venue but found the hall empty. “Place it right here,” we heard Eve at a corner.She directed a few workmen to place an empty canvas in the middle of the hallway, covering and sealing it to ensure it doesn't get opened up. That was meant to be the mystery painting.“Sierra, you're here,” she shrieked with excitement on spotting me.She took my hand, a proud smile on her face. “We got here finally,” she said, then checked h

Sierra’s POVFor hours, I was stuck in my room, with no interaction with the outside world. The moon shone brightly under the night sky. The night was quiet compared to the ruins of my plans hours earlier.I could tell when people came to the door, trying to force their way in to get to me. To insult me and get to see me tremble. No matter how right I was, they weren’t planning on listening.I dragged my gaze to the cabinet across from my bed. In the bottom drawer, my phone buzzed. For the past seven hours, it has buzzed and rang but I didn’t move. I knew what it was.I knew who it was.I thought I had escaped, but I hadn’t. Instead, I gave him more ways to mess with me. I gave him a reason to laugh at my expense. I should not have pushed this. I could have done something else.Now, I wasn’t sure how they were going to treat Elvis. I never wanted him to be affected by my life. I should have thought this through. I’ve tried to shut my eyes, get some sleep with the hope that when I woke