All Chapters of Falling For The Biker : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Sierra’s POV Arthur left soon after. I was able to change the topic even though both topic hurts, one certainly hurt more than the other. I had let Vance make me hate the sight of my paintings. Or maybe hate was a big word. I could not stand seeing them. It always reminded me of what I left behind. At the time, I held the peaceful family as my consolation for my fallen dream, but now I had nothing. The fear of it still deeply rooted in my mind. Mr. Brian always praised my work. He said I could replace him, possibly work side by side with him, but I did not want to. I wanted to start something for myself. Be independent, but I fell in love and left it all behind. I thought I could live without it but every day, I have been filled with regret, yet I could never pick up a brush again. Despite my family and my mentor’s praising, Vance’s criticisms were enough to make me doubt everything

Sierra’s POV One step into the house and I spotted Arthur talking into his phone with his back to me in the living room. “Arthur?” I called. He snapped his head to me, quickly ending the call with a smile to me. “Hey, did I make you all wait long?” he said, walking over to me. I shook my head. “They have all gone. I’m the only one waiting. Is there a problem?” I asked, glancing down at the phone in his hand. Arthur shook his head, sliding his phone into his pocket as he led me out. “There is no problem. Only needed to get something done,” he said. I nodded as we walked to his car. The ride was quiet for the first few minutes until his phone started ringing. He took it out of his pocket and placed it in the phone holder. It kept ringing, but Arthur made no move to answer it. A few texts flooded in, bu

Sierra’s POV Arthur stumbled forward, colliding into me. “Arthur,” I called out softly, worried. I rubbed his back before slowly pulling him away from my body. His eyelids were barely staying open, but Arthur seemed to be fighting it. “Are you okay?” I asked, my hands on his cheeks. He was burning up. His face was pale and filled with sweat. “I think you have a fever. You need to see a doctor,” I told him, holding him firm to help him walk out of where we stood. Just as my foot stepped out, Arthur grabbed my arm and pushed me to the tree, gripping my shoulder. “I’m fine,” he said, shaking his head as though trying to get whatever was going on with him out. “You don’t look fine. You look like you could pass out at any minute,” I said, turning to the side to call on Jackson. Arthur gr

Sierra’s POV I raised my head as I felt the coat drop on my shoulders. Arthur helped me up, but soon picked me up from the ground. I could not argue nor fight as I let him take me back into the house. He increased the heat and walked over to the kitchen. He seemed very much used to the house, but I would not question that. After all, he was already seen as family. When he stepped out once again, he held a mug, handing it over to me. “Tea,” he said. “Thank you,” I muttered, taking the cup. The warm feel of the cup on my hands already made me feel better. I took a sip and the taste burst in my mouth. “This is good,” I complimented, raising the cup with a nod. “Thank you.” Arthur took a seat beside me. “Mum taught me well,” he winked. I drank my tea quietly, feeling warmed up

Sierra’s POV The science that explained how these little beings with barely any work to do tend to have so much strength in their palm was unknown to me. I was in my late twenties and I doubted I had that much strength to send an electric bolt of pain through my body. “Mommy, wake up,” Yes, Elvis' usual routine. It took a moment to open my eyes as not only was I trying to fight off the sleep that wasn’t so easy to ward off with his slap, but the pain of said slap. I titled my head to the side, fluttering my eyes open to the clock. 7 am. When I wanted him to be energetic in the morning, I didn’t think it would backfire on me. “Mommy, wake up. See,” he said, jumpy. It took a lot for me not to get back to sleep. With a yawn, I sat up, pulling the covers with me. I was still in his room and on his bed. “What is it,