Falling For The Biker - Chapter 29: Chapter 29

Arthur’s POV
Rod clicked his glass with my teammates. “We are back in the game, baby,” Ian cheered, chugging down his drink.
“I knew this wouldn’t last long. Arthur always has it under control,” Ben commented, clicking his glasses with the others.
I twirled my glass, my gaze afar, completely uninterested in their happiness. “Arthur?” Rod leaned towards me. “You okay?”
I hummed, bringing my glass to my lips. “Don’t be so gloomy. It’s not like you met her,” Rod nudged my side.
“Yeah, dude. Only a video call and you are this gloomy. Is she that bad looking?” Ian laughed, and the others followed.
I placed my glass down, excusing myself from the group. I needed some air. Walking over to the balcony, I leaned on the railing, watching the patrons of the mall. We were in the restaurant section.
It was meant to be a celebration after being put back in the Grat International Biker Race, but to me, it wasn’t. Not only did I once again have to bend to my father’s will, but I could not reach Sierra. She was adamant about keeping me blocked.
“I’m sorry, Arthur, but she has refused to talk about it,”
Her mother’s words lingered in my mind. She was the only one I could use to get to Sierra, but she could not get Sierra to talk to me. Two days and there has been nothing. I’ve tried using other options, but they just get blocked the moment she heard my voice.
“You don’t look good. It can’t be because of your father, is it?” Rod said, approaching. He placed a hand on my shoulder, then sighed. “We’ll think of something, but for now just suck up to him.”
“You don’t need to remind me of that, Rod,” I said, offended.
“I’ll leave you be then,” he said and walked back in.
I turned to the side, then dragged my eyes back to the view below. My eyes almost instantly landed on Sierra. She held Elvis as he admired his new action figure in its box. They were heading out of the mall.
Taking to my heels, I rushed down the stairs, trying to keep them in my line of sight. Once I got to the open space, however, they were gone. I darted my eyes, turning around, trying to see where they had gone.
Running to the parking lot, I got a glimpse of them as they drove out of the premises. Fumbling with my keys in my pockets, I ran to my car. I needed to catch up with her. I could not go to their home, but I at least could speak to her now.
Trailing behind her, we got to the resort. Parking in my reserved spot, I quickly got out of the car. “Sierra,” I called, waving at her from a distance.
She looked in my direction, but then she looked away, hurrying to get everything out of the car. “Sierra,” I gasped, reaching her before she could walk away.
“Hi, Uncle Arthur,” Elvis smiled.
“Hey, little rascal,” I ruffled his hair.
“Come,” Sierra said to Elvis, and tried to walk off.
I pulled my hand out, stopping her. “Jackson is inside if you need to see him,” she said, her tone cold.
It pricked my heart in ways I could not explain. “Can we talk?” I asked.
She stared for a moment, then looked away. “I came here to spend some time with Elvis. I really do not have the time,” she said.
“Can I join you two then?” I asked.
A look of surprise flickered on her face but changed to defiance in a blink. “I’m with family. I don’t think-”
“Perfect. Mum always said I was part of the family,” I said, then turned to Elvis. “Let’s go in then, Elvis,”
I gave out my hand. Elvis nodded, taking it. I winked at Sierra before leading Elvis into the resort. “Arthur, it’s been so long,” Dad welcomed me with open arms once we reached them at the entrance.
He tapped my back with a smile. “I’m sorry, Dad. Been busy,” I told him.
“I understand. I was told your parents are in town. They are still as charming as ever, right?” he said, and I could only smile.
“You didn’t tell me you were coming,” Jackson said with folded arms and a look that told me he was not entirely okay with me being here.
As always, I shrugged. “Last minute decision,”
“Alright, let’s go in,” Mum said, taking Elvis by the hand.
Sierra did not pass me a glance as she trailed behind them. Well, the day was still young, and I would try to get through to her one way or the other. The day was exciting, filled with laughter and fun.
Sierra mostly remained around Elvis while Jackson led the activities. Mum and Dad were mostly at the side watching us have fun and cheering on their grandchild. We finally decided on a race between us on the snow.
Surprisingly, Elvis surpassed each and every one of us. “Nice job, little rascal,” I gave him a high five once I crossed our finish line second.
“Scoring third place, not bad,” I teased Jackson, who punched me playfully on my chest.
I moved to Sierra, who was taking off her boots. “Elvis is good. I wonder where he learnt how to ski from,” I said.
“Dad has been teaching him a lot since we came. And Elvis is a smart kid, he picks off things fast,” she said, still giving me the cold shoulder.
“What should I do?” I asked.
“What are you talking about?” she asked, dusting off her boots.
“You don’t want to listen to me explain, neither do you want to look at me. What can I do to make you less angry?” I spoke softly.
She finally looked at me, the cold look in her eyes faltering, but then she pushed me to the side, darting her eyes around. “What is it?” I asked, sensing her worry.
She asked in panic. “Where’s Elvis?”