Falling For The Biker - Chapter 32: Chapter 32

Arthur's POV
Sierra struggled to get her hands free, but failed. I wrapped my hand around her waist, pulling her in. The look in her eyes shifted from fear to relief, but then to irritation.
“Let go,” she said, pulling her hand.
A smile spread across my face. I let go of her hand but not her waist, pulling her even closer. Pinching her chin, I raised her head to look at me. “You accepted my offer,” I said.
“I didn't,” she said, looking away in a huff.
“But you're here,” I teased.
“I could leave,”
“I'll drop it,” I quickly said. She came, and that's what's important.
I was almost scared she wouldn't come. It was thirty minutes past our agreed time and sitting at our table, waiting calmly, was off the window at ten minutes past eight o'clock.
I came out to cool off and almost admitted defeat at her nonattendance until she showed up, walking past me in that beautiful dress. The scent of her perfume has been registered in mind.
“You are beautiful,” I said, watching her face like a beautiful artwork.
Stroking her cheek, I could only smile. She relaxed a bit, a smile creeping up her face, but then it faded, and she pulled away, adjusting her hair. “I'm sorry. I… I could only put on a little makeup,” she said, fidgeting with her hair.
“I just said…” I tried to speak, but she shook her head and interrupted.
“I really don't know how to-”
Without letting her finish, I pulled her in by the waist and pressed my lips on hers. She stilled, shocked, and didn't react to the kiss. I pulled away, tucking the strands of her hair behind her ear.
“I don't care about your makeup, Sierra. You are beautiful. Believe me,” I said, sternly.
Sierra nodded, but I could see it in her eyes that she doubted my words. I needed to work on that. “Can we go in now? People are… staring,” she said, trying to avoid the eyes of people walking past us.
“Sure,” I said, intertwining our fingers and leading her to our table.
Stepping into the room, her hands stiffened around mine. Her eyes were almost bulging out of her sockets. “I could not book the entire room this time,” I explained, and she nodded, trying to pull her hand away from mine, but she wasn't strong enough.
“Our table is behind the curtains,” I said, and her gaze immediately fell on them.
She seemed relieved. I could not decipher if she was scared of being seen with me, or she was shy. Either way, I knew I would have to work on that. A pretty lady, as she, should be able to carry herself.
At our table, I pulled a seat for her, and she took it, muttering a thank-you. “Do you mind if I order?” I asked, and she shook her head.
I signaled for the waiters, and ordered a side of the menu. “Add a glass of water,” I added, just as the waiter was about to leave.
The waiter returned with the water I had requested, and I passed it to Sierra, who kept glancing around. “Is there a problem? Looking for someone?” I said, and she shook her head, taking a sip of the water.
“Trying to watch out for anybody who might want to pour a glass of wine on me,” she said, and I was completely taken aback.
“Why would someone want to do that?” I asked and only then did it click.
I smiled. “No one will do that to you because of me,” I tried to reassure her, but she shrugged.
“Your fiancée wouldn't exactly like you seated in a restaurant with a lady,” she said, looking away from me.
A few waiters came around our tables and served some appetizers. “I-” Sierra interrupted.
“Do you want to deny you don't have a fiancée?” she sounded offended.
“I…” I sighed. “I won't deny that, but my family set it up which I'm grossly against. I really do not have anything to do with her,” I explained, but a disappointed look crossed her face.
“Truly, you fit your description,” she muttered under her breath.
“Sierra, believe me,” I urged.
“It didn't seem like you were not into her when you kissed her,”
“I never kissed her. Frankly, I would never. We have nothing in common, and I can't stand her,” I said.
She scoffed and remained silent. “Sierra, speak to me,” I said.
“Listen, I know Yvonne is… who she is, but it doesn't change the fact that you want to use and then dump her like she is nothing. You kissed, showed her signs that you want the relationship and here we are, in a restaurant, for what? For fun or this is all just a game to you,” she said.
“I have never done that. I am sure…” I paused, a name ringing in my head. “What do you mean by Yvonne? Who is she?” I asked.
She scoffed. “Really? It's that bad? Your fiancée and the lady you kissed in this very restaurant,” her voice raised with each word.
It took me a second to realize she was talking about the crazy lady. “We never kissed Sierra,” I simply said.
“You don't need to lie to me,” she said, refusing to believe me.
“I didn't kiss her. We were about to, but-” she scoffed, interrupting me. “Why don't you believe me? I wouldn't lie to you,”
“But you can kiss a girl, claim she isn't your fiancée and then act like everything is okay, and you can jump to the next,” she said.
As much as I loved this bolder but angry version of hers, I knew I needed to correct this. She could not keep believing that I had anything to do with this Yvonne.
Without another word, I stood up, grabbed her by the arm and began walking out with her. “Where are you taking me?” Sierra asked, struggling to get my hands off her.
“To show you the truth!”