Falling For The Biker - Chapter 100: Chapter 100
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Arthur's POV
Two days and Sierra has avoided me. No explanation. Not a single word back. Going to her house also was futile, as she was either not at home or didn't want to see me.
Jackson, being the ass he was, didn't want to speak to her on my behalf to get to know what I had done wrong. However, a part of me had a guess that it had to do with that stinking lawyer, Richard.
It was all over him that he was a creep who liked Sierra. Either Sierra was avoiding addressing it or she knew and wanted it. Neither of them did I like, but I couldn't say much about it.
The little I did, and I've been sidelined for days. I wasn't sure what to do, and I was growing frustrated by the minute. I sent her another text, hoping for a reply.
An emoji.
A letter.
Anything but this silent treatment, but I got what I had expected back — silence.
I stood at my window, racking my brain for the best cause of action. Maybe I could compromise a little. I certainly would apologize to Sierra, but I would have to find a way to get that creep away from her.
Mid-thoughts and a few cars rolled into my building. I didn't have to be told who it was, as I've seen those cars a couple of times to know it always had a way to make a vein appear at the side of my head.
Quickly, I threw on some clothes and headed downstairs to leave. I guessed they would be back, and that time was now. Just as I got to the living room, they walked in. Alone.
Just the two of them.
I didn't care and was about to walk past them when Mum spoke. “Killian,” she called.
“I'm stepping out,” I said, not bothering to give them a single glance.
“We want to talk, Arthur,” Dad said just as my hand went for the doorknob.
“About?” I asked, my back to them and my hand on the doorknob, ready to leave at any second.
“Sit, and we will tell you,” Dad said.
I turned the knob, but Mum spoke. “We aren't here to fight, Killian. Please listen to us, and then you can leave after,” she said.
I took in a deep breath before shutting the door and turning around. “What do you want to talk about?” I asked, readying myself for whatever annoying thing they had for me today.
They both took a seat and waited. With her eyes, Mum gestured for the couch, but I stayed rooted to where I stood. “I have ears,” I told her.
She opened her mouth to speak, but held back with a sigh. “You don't have to shut me out all the time, son,” she said, but I said nothing to that.
“Is that what you wish to talk about?” I asked.
“You are really so quick to want to leave. We are your parents, Arthur. We deserve the time to speak to you,” Dad said.
“It's funny you say that because I remember you don't like speaking with me. You like throwing orders around. Not like a parent, but as a boss,” I pointed out to him.
For the first time in years, I saw guilt flash in his eyes. Surprisingly, it lingered. I looked away before their manipulative tactic would work on me. “What do you want this time? My life?” I asked.
“Killian!” Mum yelled, but I remained unmoved.
She sighed. “We are sorry, okay? We know we haven't been good parents. We let your grandfather take care of you and anytime you get to spend time with us… we make you uncomfortable with numerous demands. We are sorry,” she said.
I watched her with a narrowed gaze. “You are the one apologizing, but it doesn't seem like your husband is in support?” I turned my attention to my father, who looked embarrassed.
He looked up at me. “I am sorry,”
My heart dropped to my stomach. I blinked a couple of times. Not in a million years did I think my father was capable of saying those three words altogether.
I couldn't hide the surprise on my face. “I've apologized, okay? I made the most mistake. I wasn't a very good father to you, and I am sorry for that. But you shouldn't spite me by pulling out from your dream to be on that race. I promise I would not interfere anymore,” he said.
I snorted a laugh. Now I understood. “So this show was to get me to get back on the race? The same race you pulled me out of and had me lick your shoe just to be put back? What is your end game here?” I said.
"We really want to make things right, son,” Mum said.
“Really? Or you want to have some leverage over me once again? Pulling out meant you wouldn't have anything to hang over my head and force me to do your bidding. You two are good actors. I will give you that,” I said.
Mum glanced at her husband, trying to get him to speak. Like he could make this any better. He was the worst of both of them.
“Son, we aren't apologizing because of that. We… I want to make amends. I want to be your father and spend some time with you. I know being on the racetrack is what you love. You are known for it, and you make a living from it. I should not have been selfish and impose my beliefs on you, and I'm sorry,” Dad said.
If I wasn't sure of the universe, I was in this morning, then I would think I was in some alternate one. The doorbell rang, and I walked over to it, flinging the door open and half expecting Sierra at the other side.
“Sierra!” I called out with a smile, taking her hand and leading her in.
Just as we walked back to the living, an idea came to mind. This mask they were putting on, I will make sure it fell.
Two days and Sierra has avoided me. No explanation. Not a single word back. Going to her house also was futile, as she was either not at home or didn't want to see me.
Jackson, being the ass he was, didn't want to speak to her on my behalf to get to know what I had done wrong. However, a part of me had a guess that it had to do with that stinking lawyer, Richard.
It was all over him that he was a creep who liked Sierra. Either Sierra was avoiding addressing it or she knew and wanted it. Neither of them did I like, but I couldn't say much about it.
The little I did, and I've been sidelined for days. I wasn't sure what to do, and I was growing frustrated by the minute. I sent her another text, hoping for a reply.
An emoji.
A letter.
Anything but this silent treatment, but I got what I had expected back — silence.
I stood at my window, racking my brain for the best cause of action. Maybe I could compromise a little. I certainly would apologize to Sierra, but I would have to find a way to get that creep away from her.
Mid-thoughts and a few cars rolled into my building. I didn't have to be told who it was, as I've seen those cars a couple of times to know it always had a way to make a vein appear at the side of my head.
Quickly, I threw on some clothes and headed downstairs to leave. I guessed they would be back, and that time was now. Just as I got to the living room, they walked in. Alone.
Just the two of them.
I didn't care and was about to walk past them when Mum spoke. “Killian,” she called.
“I'm stepping out,” I said, not bothering to give them a single glance.
“We want to talk, Arthur,” Dad said just as my hand went for the doorknob.
“About?” I asked, my back to them and my hand on the doorknob, ready to leave at any second.
“Sit, and we will tell you,” Dad said.
I turned the knob, but Mum spoke. “We aren't here to fight, Killian. Please listen to us, and then you can leave after,” she said.
I took in a deep breath before shutting the door and turning around. “What do you want to talk about?” I asked, readying myself for whatever annoying thing they had for me today.
They both took a seat and waited. With her eyes, Mum gestured for the couch, but I stayed rooted to where I stood. “I have ears,” I told her.
She opened her mouth to speak, but held back with a sigh. “You don't have to shut me out all the time, son,” she said, but I said nothing to that.
“Is that what you wish to talk about?” I asked.
“You are really so quick to want to leave. We are your parents, Arthur. We deserve the time to speak to you,” Dad said.
“It's funny you say that because I remember you don't like speaking with me. You like throwing orders around. Not like a parent, but as a boss,” I pointed out to him.
For the first time in years, I saw guilt flash in his eyes. Surprisingly, it lingered. I looked away before their manipulative tactic would work on me. “What do you want this time? My life?” I asked.
“Killian!” Mum yelled, but I remained unmoved.
She sighed. “We are sorry, okay? We know we haven't been good parents. We let your grandfather take care of you and anytime you get to spend time with us… we make you uncomfortable with numerous demands. We are sorry,” she said.
I watched her with a narrowed gaze. “You are the one apologizing, but it doesn't seem like your husband is in support?” I turned my attention to my father, who looked embarrassed.
He looked up at me. “I am sorry,”
My heart dropped to my stomach. I blinked a couple of times. Not in a million years did I think my father was capable of saying those three words altogether.
I couldn't hide the surprise on my face. “I've apologized, okay? I made the most mistake. I wasn't a very good father to you, and I am sorry for that. But you shouldn't spite me by pulling out from your dream to be on that race. I promise I would not interfere anymore,” he said.
I snorted a laugh. Now I understood. “So this show was to get me to get back on the race? The same race you pulled me out of and had me lick your shoe just to be put back? What is your end game here?” I said.
"We really want to make things right, son,” Mum said.
“Really? Or you want to have some leverage over me once again? Pulling out meant you wouldn't have anything to hang over my head and force me to do your bidding. You two are good actors. I will give you that,” I said.
Mum glanced at her husband, trying to get him to speak. Like he could make this any better. He was the worst of both of them.
“Son, we aren't apologizing because of that. We… I want to make amends. I want to be your father and spend some time with you. I know being on the racetrack is what you love. You are known for it, and you make a living from it. I should not have been selfish and impose my beliefs on you, and I'm sorry,” Dad said.
If I wasn't sure of the universe, I was in this morning, then I would think I was in some alternate one. The doorbell rang, and I walked over to it, flinging the door open and half expecting Sierra at the other side.
“Sierra!” I called out with a smile, taking her hand and leading her in.
Just as we walked back to the living, an idea came to mind. This mask they were putting on, I will make sure it fell.
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