All Chapters of Falling For The Biker : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Sierra’s POV In an instant, I found myself at the back of the art studio, cornered against the wall. “What is this?” I asked, searching Arthur’s eyes. “You never told me you had this side of you,” he said. “I didn’t either,” I said truthfully. I had so much pent up anger inside of me, and Vance appearing before me only made me realize it. I didn’t think I could ever act that way, but I was glad I did. “I’m tired, Arthur. I’m tired of being scared of him, and if this would help me get free, I had to do it,” I told him.

Arthur’s POV The other end was silent for a minute, then I heard Eve. “I can’t believe he sent this. I didn’t know he had money for this?” she said. “Me neither,” Sierra responded, her tone mild in shock. “And a dress and jewelry too!” Eve exclaimed. “He sure knows how to flirt.” “Stop that,” Sierra told her then finally spoke to me. “Did you send these?” she asked, unsure “You mean the flowers and the dress?” I asked. “I did. I’m surprised you didn’t think it was Vance.” “He never did it before, and there’s no way he can now, but why send so many flowers?” “Well, you hid the fact that Vance kept sending you flowers, so I thought you wanted them.” “I didn’t tell you because it wasn’t important, and how did you even know?” “Not necessary. Are they enough, or do you need some more? You kn

Sierra's POV I almost spilled my drink. He... he actually stripped! My eyes widened at the man who had his hands spread with his upper half bare. I slowly got off the chair, my eyes glued to his well-sculpted frame. He stood there, waiting and watching as I came forward. My fingers trailed the outline of his abs. It was toned and packed. I had seen it so many times, yet it always got better each time. I think I struck gold. I raised my head to his face, and he looked pleased with himself, with a wide, expectant smile on his face. “Do you like it?&rdqu

Sierra’s POVArthur jolted up, his eyes darting around wearily. I sat on the side of the bed, quiet and watching. “Sierra, you’re here,” he said, pulling me in for a hug.I pulled away, looking away from him. He darted his eyes around then pulled me closer. “You’re mad at me, I know, but you need to listen to my explanation,” he said, panicked.“What explanation can you give?” I asked.“It really isn’t. She-”“You left me in the bathroom for so long. You’re lucky I love you or else,” I said, but he stared at me like I spoke gibberish.He hissed, holding his head. “Hangover?” I said, picking up the lemon juice on the bedside table. “Here, it’ll help,” I said.He took it, eyes locked on me, and it didn’t leave even after emptying the cup. “How was the party last night?” He asked, his eyes wandering.“It was perfect.”“Did… did anything happen? Was there anyone in the room when you came in?” he asked, his brows etched with worry.“Was there supposed to be?” I asked.He felt reluctant, th

Sierra’s POV My heart dropped to my stomach. Vance’s grip on my arm was strong, I could barely shake him off. “Let go of me!” I screamed, but he still leaned in, trying to kiss me. Arthur rushed over, grabbing Vance by his shirt and tossing him to the side after a punch. He turned to me, eyes searching. “You okay?” he asked, and I nodded. Vance touched his bleeding lip and smiled. “Was that necessary? You always kissed me when I was gone for long,” he said. I noticed the bouquet of flowers at the corner that had dropped from his hand. “You’re pathetic.” Vance picked it up, dusting it. “I’ll forgive that. I’m sure you missed me,” he said. “What are you doing here?” I asked. “I came to see you. You know I’ve been here all night,