Falling For The Biker のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Sierra’s POV“I saw your paintings. I voted to make sure you have an exhibition soon,” Eve said the moment I took her call.“I knew you wouldn’t just give up on your dreams,” she added.I could not explain it was not my doing. Not in a million years would I think of doing that. I had full doubts about my paintings being good enough. Just like many other things that Vance criticized, I began seeing it that way no matter how much it was praised by people.Posting them would only bring a huge backlash to me — was my thought. Who knew people would like them? Maybe a dozen people that had nothing to do with Vance. “Eve, can I speak to you later? I have something to take care of,” I told her before ending the call.I opened up the notification I got earlier.Fifteen million!I just got fifteen million dollars. From the sender, I knew I was right in my guess as to who had done this. Quickly, I left my room to the kitchen. I was both excited and worried. Excited because of the good reviews.

Sierra’s POV“I’ve just been assigned a task,”I relaxed upon hearing his words. “What task?” I asked.He raised his phone to my eye level and I read the text message. Uncle, please convince mommy to let me ride your bike.That son of mine. I shook my head, then folded my arms.“My son would not be getting on a motorbike. He is way too young for that,” I said, sounding just like my mother when I was young, but I didn’t care right now.Elvis could get himself injured. What if he flew off the bike? That thought made my heart drop. “He will be with me,” Arthur said, like that was convincing enough.“No,” I said bluntly.“So you don’t trust my riding skills?”I gulped, staring into his blue eyes that locked me in. Momentarily, I forgot what we were talking about. “I…” I snapped myself out of it. “I don’t trust my son on a motorbike. That’s dangerous. What if he gets hurt?”“He won’t. I can assure you of that.”“You’re not convincing me.” I stood my ground.He grabbed my chin, lightly lift

Sierra’s POVMy legs were wobbly as I helped myself out of the boutique. My heart was racing and tremors filled my fingers. Once I stepped out, I released my breath, trying to calm my racing heart.I swallowed, holding my chest. “Where did that come from?” Eve asked beside me.I shook my head. “I have no idea. I just… did it,” I said.I wasn’t drunk or I would have blamed it on that. Why exactly did I even do that? Did I fall into a trap? I felt completely different. “That was awesome,” Eve said with a wide smile.“It wasn’t,” I said.“I’m telling you it is. You need to stand up for yourself. Even though you have nothing with Arthur, that doesn’t mean they can easily bully you when they see you. Don’t show them your weak side,” Eve said.“But I am weak. What if they retaliate?”“If they retaliate, I am right here with you. No one dares bully you,” Eve said, tapping my shoulder.I stared down at my fingers, that were still shaken up from the audacity I showed. It was fortunate I didn’t

Sierra’s POVI held Arthur tighter as we rode through the streets of the village. I was so distracted with Maria and Yvonne; I did not pay attention to how fast we rode. When they were no longer in sight, my brain finally registered it.The buildings disappeared in seconds. I could see how much attention this brought to Arthur. I have seen him ride, and he has always been breathtaking. I looked up at his head, that was perfectly covered with the helmet he had on.I dropped my head, my cheeks burning red at the thought that filled my head. I held him close, loving the feel of having my arms around him. With my thoughts swirling around, the man that rode the bike, the speed at how we moved, seemed insignificant.With each mile we ran, I felt more and more comfortable. Slowly, I let go of his body. Arthur grabbed my hand just before it left his abdomen. “Careful, Sierra,” Arthur yelled due to the noise around us.However, that did not stop me. “I will,” I told him, taking off my helmet.

Arthur's POV The moment I stepped into the house, my gaze quickly landed on my parents; my father was visibly upset and my mother having tea with a calm demeanor that told me there was something underlying.Sarah rushed out, taking the bags from me. Another thing that surprised me. “Why are you here?” I asked, visibly perplexed.Sarah smiled, her eyes darting to the side. I took a step forward. “Why did you make her-”My words faded at a thought. I took one glance at Sarah and rushed upstairs. Pushing the door open, I knew my fears were right. Quickly, I rushed to her side.Without a word, I wrapped my hands around her, my fingers digging into her hair, softly. Sierra whimpered, trying to hold it all back. “I'm sorry,” I finally spoke, deeply upset.I didn't think they were going to come here right now. “I'm sorry,” I repeated, still holding her close.Sierra said nothing, letting the tears roll off her eyes. My heart felt like it was being squeezed. When I felt her calm enough, I sl