Falling For The Biker - Chapter 26: Chapter 26

Sierra's POV
Turning over on the bed, I felt something warm on my cheeks. A startled gasp escaped my lips as I sat up, almost bumping my head on him.
“Elvis, you scared me,” I said, holding my chest, the sleep fog dispensing.
“I'm awake, see?” I told him when he still kept his face close to mine.
He didn't move, his gaze remained on my face. “Why were you smiling in your sleep, Mummy?” he asked, his brows furrowed in that adorable way he had.
My eyes widened. Smiling in my sleep? It didn't take long for me to understand and embarrassment washed over me. I could not say a word.
He leaned closer, a pout forming on his lips. “Mommy,” he sounded worried now.
“What is it, baby?” I asked, gently brushing his hair.
“Your eyes are dark and swollen,” he pointed out. “Did you cry, mommy?”
My hands instinctively went to my face. I grabbed my phone and flipped the camera on. I was met with dark circles and swollen lids, but it wasn't what he thought.
“Did Daddy hurt you again, Mummy?” Elvis asked, almost in tears.
I shook my head, bringing him close. “I didn't cry, baby,” I held his face, reassuring him. “I slept past my bedtime. I'm fine, okay?”
For the first time, I didn't lie to Elvis about my dark circles. I wasn't consumed by fear or pain but embarrassment instead. “Why, Mommy? Are you sick?” he said.
His concern warmed my heart, and I smiled, pressing a soft kiss on his forehead. “I am not sick. I was… doing something,” I told him.
Fortunately, I didn't need to explain what I was doing as he nodded in understanding. Seeing him nod, made me feel relieved. It would be hard explaining to my son what was truly making me stay up late.
My phone buzzed on the bedside table. A small smile came on my face, seeing Arthur's name on the screen. “Go downstairs, munchkin,” I said to Elvis. “I'll be down soon,”
He hummed, scrambled out of the bed and out the room. I grabbed my phone and read the message. It was a simple 'Good morning' with a heart emoji, yet it made my heart flutter.
I had not expected to speak to him for this long. I had only thanked him for his help with the man at the bar and apologized for Jackson's unwelcoming words, yet that led to a series of texts between us.
I was so glued to our conversation; I didn't think to check the time, and soon I was sleeping later than I had ever been. And now, here we were, starting the day with more messages.
After a while, I stepped out of my room, pulling the door behind me as I sent another message to Arthur. Raising my head, I spotted Mum, standing just outside my room, arms crossed with a look I could not understand.
“Good morning, Mum,” I greeted.
“I was wondering when you were going to come out of that room of yours,” she said.
“How long have you been standing out here?” I asked.
She waved her hands. “Not important. I want to speak with you,” she said.
She led me down the stairs. I expected to find everyone seated, but it was empty and quiet. “Where's everyone?” I asked.
“The boys are at the back doing 'something'” she air quoted the last word.
I smiled, guessing they were doing something she was not completely in support of. “Won't they have breakfast?” I took a seat at the dining table.
“It's past breakfast time,” she pointed out.
It seemed I had once again lost track of time while speaking with Arthur. She served me some bacon and eggs. Taking a big bite, I hummed in satisfaction. Even though it has been a few days here, mum's cooking still felt so fresh in my tongue.
“So Mum, what did you want to talk about?” I asked.
She took a seat across from me. “Why did you lock yourself up in your room? I couldn't ask when you came out, but I can't let it go until I understand,” she paused.
“You always told me a lot of things, but ever since you left the village, you barely say a thing to me. Have I done something wrong? I'm sorry,”
I took her hand, shaking my head. A knot of hurt formed in my heart. I felt like the worst daughter in the world. “You did nothing wrong, Mum. I'm sorry for making you think that,” I told her.
“Then what happened?” she covered my hand with hers, giving it a small, concerned squeeze.
“I don't know, I was hurt by what Jackson said,” I said. “
Mom placed both elbows on the table. “You do know that he meant it from a place of love, and not to hurt you. Right?”
“Yes, I know, but I hate how he wants to control me and constantly tell me how wrong my choice are. He doesn't have the right to tell me who I can and cannot be with,” I said, anger rising in my tone.
“He's trying to protect you, but I understand you are a grown woman, and you can make choices of your own so from what you said, does that mean you want to be with Arthur?” she said, a small smile on her face.
“How did you deduce that, Mum?” I asked, my voice sharp.
“If that's not it, then what do you want with him?”
“It's not…” I sighed. “It's not that I don't want him. I don't know if it is love, or I want to sleep with him,”
Only when the words left, my mouth did I realize what I had said. That was too blunt. My cheeks burnt red with embarrassment. She smiled. “It could be both, who knows,” she said, raising her brows knowingly.
“Mum,” I groaned in embarrassment. “Aren't you too old for this?”
“Oh sweetie, I am not,” she said.
I thought for a second, then nodded. “I know what to do?”
“Really? What?” Mum was very much interested, but her anticipation died down at my words.
“I need to spend more time with Elvis,” I told her.
“Huh?” she could not hide her shock, making me smile.
“We are heading out,” Jackson said, as they all walked towards the main door.
I got off the chair, about to stop them from taking Elvis, but Mum was quicker. “Okay, I'll spend some time with Sierra,” she said.
I gave her a look. “I wanted to spend some time with Elvis. I haven't had time with him since I returned,” I said.
“You need to have a life outside Elvis. You've been with him for years in the city. Have some time for yourself. We are going to the spa,” she said, and before I could object, she had led me to her car.
I didn't know I needed a massage until I was on the massage table. However, from the corner of my eyes, I could see Mum constantly texting someone. “Who are you speaking to, Mum?” I asked, after an hour of her doing that.
She shut her phone and smiled. “Nothing,” she replied.
I didn't push it. From my nails to my hair to a full-blown makeover and a dress so beautiful, I felt and looked different. I didn't know the occasion and at this point, I went with the flow, until we arrived at the five-star restaurant.
We stood at the entrance, staring at the luxury lobby. “Mum, what are we doing here?” I asked.
“Your date,” she chuckled.
“Date? What date?” I asked and realization hit me. “Mum, I will not go on blind dates,” I told her.
“What blind date?” she waved her hand, signalling a waiter. “You are going on a date with Arthur,”
She passed a paper to the waiter, who then turned to me. “This way, miss,” he gestured.
Mum shoved me in. Letting my legs lead, I looked over my shoulder and found my mother waving and mouthing, 'Have fun'.
I sighed, accepting defeat. “This is the private lounge,” the waiter said, gesturing to a closed room.
I appreciated him briefly before he left. Taking a step forward, the door opened, a waitress smiled briefly and walked off. When my eyes went into the lounge, I spotted Arthur, but he wasn't alone.
He was kissing Yvonne.