Falling For The Biker - Chapter 20: Chapter 20

Arthur's POV
I didn't stop with just one. I connected my fist so many times to his face until it was swollen and bleeding. He could barely put up a fight and no one dared helped him, or they would get some for themselves too. Grabbing him by his shirt, I gave one final blow and pushed him.
He stumbled back, holding on to his bleeding and broken nose. “You…” he pointed with a sneer. “This isn't over,” he slurred.
“Out of my way!” he barked at the onlookers, as he staggered out of my sight.
The bartender passed me a handkerchief. I gave him a curt nod, wiping off the blood on my hands before turning to Sierra. “Sierra, are you okay?” I asked, placing my hand on her back.
She shook my hand off, mumbling something incoherent. My guess was right, she was too drunk. “How many bottles did she take?” I asked the bartender.
“A few shots,” he responded.
I sighed. “Charge it to my tab,” I told him, then held Sierra once more.
“You are drunk, Sierra. I'll take you home,” I said, holding her arms to help her up.
She grabbed my wrist, her grip strong. “No,” she said with a pout and yanked my hand away from her, placing her head back on the counter.
“You could only take a few shots. Why drink if you can't handle it?” I hissed. “Let's go,” I tried to get her up again, but she slapped me before I could even touch her.
She pointed her index finger at me; her gaze barely focused. “I am not a slut or a whore. I will go nowhere with you,” she slurred.
“Nowhere with you,” she mumbled, laying back down.
“You aren't a slut. I know that. I'm… I'm Arthur,” I said, trying to convince her.
I would not want to receive another slap from her. The last still hurt. “Arthur?” she mumbled, raising her head with a smile as she looked at me.
Her gaze was barely focused and for a moment, I saw recognition, but then she shook her head and rested her head again. Since convincing her didn't work, then I would have to force her out of here.
I grabbed and threw her over my shoulder. “Let me go,” she said, weakly.
She hit my back with her fists, swinging her legs, but they were not strong enough to get me to drop her. We needed to leave this place, away from the eyes of everyone. News travelled fast, and one thing told me she would not be happy when she sobered up to know there was a scene about her.
Once we were out of the building and in the parking lot, I dropped her. She pushed me, staggering backwards. “I don't need you,” she said, barely keeping her head up.
“You need me right now. You are drunk and can't stand straight,” I scolded.
“I am not drunk,” she slurred, trying to keep her eyes open.
“Mum would be worried. You need to head home,” I spoke softly.
“No, more drinks,” she staggered towards the building. “I need to forget. I shouldn't feel anything,”
I could not understand her, but I knew it had to do with the sadness I always saw deep in her eyes, always trying to suppress it. I pulled her gently by the arm, leaning her on my car. She tried to struggle, but it was futile.
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
She raised her head at me, then smiled. “You…” she placed her index finger on my lips, lingering with her gaze on it.
Her finger worked its way to my chin and settled on my chest. She let her fingers trail over it before she raised her gaze, meeting mine. “I… I need to stay away from you,” she said, looking away from me.
A frown spread across my face. “Why?” I asked, guiding her face back to me.
She blinked slowly. “Because—”
Her voice trailed off as she collapsed on me. “Sierra?” I tugged her lightly.
I carried her into the passenger seat, keeping her safe with the seatbelt before taking the wheels and zooming off. I occasionally glanced in her direction. I contemplated taking her back home, but I thought against it and took her back to my suite instead.
I laid her gently on the bed, covering her up with a quilt. I took off my jacket and was about to head into the shower when Sierra stirred. “Elvis,” she called, panicked.
“Please… please no,” she mumbled, shaking.
She was having a nightmare. I rushed to her side, raising her gently and placing her on me. “It's okay. It's just a dream. You are safe,” I comforted her.
Tears rolled down the side of her eyes, and she sniffled. I did all I could to keep her calm. She stopped mumbling, but I could tell she still was not comfortably asleep yet.
I placed my back on the headrest of the bed, keeping her close. Soon, I fell asleep. Hours later and a knock at the door pulled me awake. I opened my eyes to the sun and turned to my side.
A smile spread across my lips at the sight of her comfortable face. She had her arms wrapped around my waist. I tucked some strands of her hair behind her ears, admiring her sleeping face.
She was exceptionally beautiful. My eyes went to her lips, and I wanted to kiss them so badly. Another knock on the door pulled me out of my reverie. With a sigh, I gently laid her down, covering her up properly before heading out for the door.
I glanced at the clock on my way out, and it was too early for room service, making me wonder who it could be. I rubbed my eyes, trying to clear out the fog of sleep. I grabbed the doorknob and looked through the peak hole and almost instantly sleep vanished from my eyes.
Jackson!