All Chapters of Falling For The Biker : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Sierra's POVMy eyelids fluttered open, each blink heavier than the last. Behind my eyes throbbed as I pushed to focus my sight. The faint memory of the previous night clouded my mind, but only for a second.I looked around, beige walls and fine furniture. As much as it was beautiful, this was not my room. Where was I? I shut my eyes briefly, trying to remember what happened last night. Panic filled my chest. How did I get here?Loud musics, ladies giggling, glasses clicking, the taste, and smell of cheap and expensive wine, they all filled my mind, a reminder of the overly filled bar I visited. I could not remember much and the more I tried, the more I was giving myself a headache.I pressed the side of my head; the hangover killing me. A male voice drifted somewhere nearby. It sounded familiar. Jackson? The thought of him being around made me feel reassured.Pushing myself up, the room spun for a moment. I held on to the edge of the unf

Sierra's POVI wished this could have been avoided. Arthur knew what he was doing when he gave me his clothes and dropped me off. “What are you doing with him?” Jackson asked, angrily pointing and glaring at Arthur, who seemed unbothered.“He came to drop me off,” I responded.Jackson scoffed. “Drop you off?” his eyes drifted to Arthur, then back to me. “What were you doing in his suite? You stayed throughout the night. Sierra, do you not know who the fuck he is?!” he barked.“Arthur is your best friend,” I replied, growing upset.“And so when I tell you to stay away from him, you do that!” he yelled, then turned to Arthur. “This is your doing, huh?”Arthur, infuriatingly calm, shrugged. “I have no idea why you would yell at the person who found, rescued and brought your sister home. Something you couldn't do, by the way,”A smug smile spread across his lips. “But hey, I'll take being yelled as appreciation. Works for me

Arthur's POV The chatter of voices, the music keeping the bar lively, all faded to the background at Rod's words. My heart sank and I could barely breathe. I didn't need to be told what international race he was talking about.There was only one I had high hopes for. There was only one that could make Rod lose his composure. The Grat International Biker Race.I had been in many races, national and international. I had acquired fame in numerous countries, but it wasn't always enough to get everything on a platter. I could not always get a spot in all races and that was the Grat International Biker Race.It was to happen next year. Not just winning, but being in that race could push me higher than I was now. That had been one of my goals to achieve. It took me years to get a spot and now… removed?My fingers tightened around my phone. “What do you mean… re-removed?” I stammered, my heart racing so much I could barely give a word out proper

Sierra's POV My fingers clutched my purse, trying to hold myself together. The room spun for a second as my tears grazed my eyes. With each blink, the tears escaped my eyes.The pain felt like a physical blow to my heart. I staggered forward, but I could not take another step. Every doubt that I had shoved aside returned, echoing in my ears.“I told you,”“Who would care about you?”“You are nothing when there are better-looking ladies,”As much as I wanted to run away from Vance's words, I always found myself in a position that forced me to remember. That reminded me of how small I was.I staggered back and crashed into something. The glasses shattered, and the trays bounced on the ground. Only then did that grab their attention. “Sierra?” Arthur called softly.I took to my heels, ignoring his calls. My chest rose and fell. I felt suffocated. My chest was heavy, and I hated myself. I hated myself for going alo

Arthur’s POV Rod clicked his glass with my teammates. “We are back in the game, baby,” Ian cheered, chugging down his drink. “I knew this wouldn’t last long. Arthur always has it under control,” Ben commented, clicking his glasses with the others. I twirled my glass, my gaze afar, completely uninterested in their happiness. “Arthur?” Rod leaned towards me. “You okay?” I hummed, bringing my glass to my lips. “Don’t be so gloomy. It’s not like you met her,” Rod nudged my side. “Yeah, dude. Only a video call and you are this gloomy. Is she that bad looking?” Ian laughed, and the others followed. I placed my glass down, excusing myself from the group. I needed some air. Walking over to the balcony, I leaned on the railing, watching the patrons of the mall. We were in the restaurant section. It was meant to be a celebration after being put bac