All Chapters of Falling For The Biker : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Sierra’s POV Impulsive? Yes, but right now I was going to own it. Maybe last night I wasn’t sure what I was doing, but right now, waking up remembering all I did while drunk, I knew I could not let it pass. I was using all the confidence I could muster to do what I was doing. My heart raced and so was my mind. I was fortunate not to sound shaken while I spoke, but that was what he liked, right? A confident lady. One who would take the initiative. Most of his girlfriends were the ones to come to him. I didn’t need the relationship. I might not be cut out for it. I was putting on a façade right now, and I doubted it was going to last long, but until it does so, I would use it. The look of shock spread across his face once I pulled the towel off him in one swoop. Did I think I would be able to do that? NO. But did I?

Sierra’s POV I fluttered my eyes open to meet the familiar wooden ceiling. The memories of the hours before flooded my mind and a small smile spread across my face. I turned to the side, expecting to find Arthur there, but his side of the bed was empty. It was cold, which meant he was out for a while. I grabbed my phone and checked the time. 4:54 pm. I slept a while. I sat up, looking around. On the armchair, a gown I remembered quite well, laid on the backrest. On the seats were neatly folded towels. I wrapped the sheets around me, stepping out of the bed. Taking the towel and the dress with me, I stepped into the bathroom and took a long, deep bath. My legs were a bit wobbly from the sex and I felt sticky. Once done, I stepped out of the bathroom fully dressed, drying my hair with the towel. I spotted something lying on the small bedside table. I picked it up, staring at the words written on

Sierra’s POV I opened my eyes to meet the back of Arthur’s head. He was seated beside me on the bed, but looked the other way. “Arthur,” I called out, grabbing his attention. He turned around, giving me a warm smile. “You’re awake,” he said. I sat up, watching his expression. His brows were furrowed, but he kept a smile on his face. “Breakfast just came. Come,” he said, helping me out of the bed. He led me to the living room, where the table was already set. I took a seat and only found one plate served. “Wouldn’t you have some?” I asked. “No, I have a race later. I do well with an empty stomach. Could you come? I’ll like it if you were there,” he said. I didn’t want to, considering I was meant to end whatever fantasy I had in my head for him. But maybe instead of

Sierra’s POV Dealing with my emotions has only turned worse with the coming days. I was going to stay away from Arthur. It would be better I let go of him than he did. I would hurt too much, yet just the thought of doing it myself still hurts. But Elvis so badly wanted to talk to him. I couldn’t, not after I found the courage to walk away from him earlier. Fortunately, Jackson caught on and went with Elvis instead. A part of me wanted to get Elvis to stop. I would not want him close to Arthur, but pulling Elvis away from what he loved was not something I usually did. Frankly, I did not know how. “Hey cutie,” someone said beside me. Mum and Dad, who were speaking to someone in the corner, instantly stopped and walked over to me. “Hi,” I smiled politely. I tried to walk off, but he held out his hand, stopping me. “Can I help you?” I a

Arthur’s POV I took a subconscious step back, watching my father. “What is the meaning of this?” I asked. The side of his lips curved up, a smile I was well aware of. Victory and pride. Unfortunately, it always had something to do with making me succumb. He loaded the gun, staring at it like some trophy. “What do you think will happen if I shot your legs?” he asked, but I knew he didn’t need me to respond. He chuckled. “You will be crippled, right? And certainly won’t be able to get on a bike ever again,” he finally looked at me. “Am I right?” “Forcing me to take control that way would not get any of us respect. The board certainly wouldn’t want a cripple as their leader, which might lead to Neil taking over,” I said. “I lose, you lose, son,” &