Falling For The Biker - Chapter 37: Chapter 37
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Sierra’s POV
“Hi,” one of the ladies waved, a smile that made me uneasy plastered on her face.
They were five in total, with only two known to me; Jessie and, most importantly, Yvonne. It seemed this time she was in charge of the pack of ladies—or they didn’t have one. They all sent glares my way, which made me uncomfortable.
I didn’t say a word and went for the door. I didn’t have anything to discuss with them, even if there was, I didn’t want to. “There’s no rush, Sierra,” Jessie grabbed my arm with another lady, pushing me back.
I stumbled backwards, but fortunately, held myself from falling. “I warned you, didn’t I?” Yvonne spat, her tone filled with an underlying threat.
“He isn’t your fiancée,” I said, hoping to get her to back down.
She scoffed. “And who told you that?”
“He told me and I saw the footage. You staged the kiss, but it didn’t happen.” My voice shook, much to my annoyance.
Yvonne stayed quiet for a moment. I thought that had finally gotten her to back down. She only lied to me so I could stay away and now that the lie had been caught, what was the point of keeping it up?
I walked away, but just before I could cross the door, she spoke. “And you think he is yours?” she said, making me pause.
I turned around, my gaze moving from one person to another. Then the first lady to speak raised her hands. “Oh, we aren’t with her. We just happen to wish to speak to you at the same time,” the lady said, her voice delicate, almost pleasant to the ear.
“This is Leah,” she gestured for the blond, “Ruth,” she gestured for the redhead. I am Maria. Nice to meet you,” she gave me a smile, reaching out her hand for a handshake.
I reluctantly took it, still unsure if she was for me or against me. “So tell us, what do you do?” she continued. “You must be some high-level chick to come to a party with the Arthur Floyd,”
My heart sank. I didn’t know how to answer that question, but they kept on going. Leah and Ruth took out their phones. “What’s your handle? We definitely have to look you up. I’m sure you have like a million followers, right? We should hang out sometime,” Leah said.
I smiled nervously, fumbling with my thumb. “Um… I don’t have an active handle,” I said, slowly. Jessie scoffed.
“Deactivated it? Why?” Ruth asked.
I forced a small smile. “I don’t have a social media presence,”
Leah and Ruth exchanged glances. “Ew,” Marie sounded. “How on earth are you here with Arthur?” she asked, sizing me up in disgust.
Ruth’s gaze turned cold. “We should have known. She’s just a girl he’d bang for one day and get rid of. He can’t take the likes of her seriously,” she said.
“Come on ladies,” Jessie, who has been quiet all this while, chimed in. “Arthur’s flings are exotic models and superstars. He will never look at her. Maybe she is begging to be hired as a maid.” she covered her lips as she laughed, joined by the others.
Sobs filled my throat as their embarrassing and degrading words filled my ears. My eyes hurt from the tears I held back. All the confidence I had crumbled before my eyes. They reminded me of my place.
Any more minutes standing and drinking up their insults and I won’t be able to hold back my tears. I headed for the door, close to running out, but just as I crossed the door, Yvonne called.
“Oh Sierra,” I froze in place as they walked over to me, their eyes roaming my frame, their disapproval dancing around me.
“You thought you won just because you found out I wasn’t his fiancée, but you see the difference between me and you? I have a better chance of being with him than you can. I can press a few buttons and right this instant he could be mine, and I will not just be his fiancée, but his wife. And for you, you will be nothing but trash, below my feet,” Yvonne said.
“I have a chance,” I choked, silent tears rolling down my face.
They roared with laughter. “A chance? Yeah right, a maid meant to serve Yvonne or maybe a slut meant to serve every man.” Jessie touched my hair, but I swiped her hand away, which made her scoff.
“Listen girl, look around, and you will realize you are below Arthur’s league. You can’t be that stupid to not know that,” Maria said.
I swallowed, looking away. I indeed not only saw but felt it. “Maybe we should prove it to you,” a smirk played on Jessie’s face.
“Want to see?” Leah asked.
I shook my head. I didn’t like the way they looked at me, the glint of mischief in their eyes, the joy that danced in them, seeing me frightened and cowering. “I’m willing to leave,” I said, dropping my gaze.
I knew this was a bad idea. I should have stayed home. Fuck my healing. Maybe if I remained in my room, away from everyone, I would feel better. “That’s off the table, Sierra,” Yvonne whispered, and a shiver ran down my spine.
I took a subconscious step back, darting my eyes around to figure out how to get away from them. “Please,” I muttered, my tears slipping through my lips, the salty taste filling my taste buds.
Yvonne nudged her head towards me, and they all pounced on me.
“Hi,” one of the ladies waved, a smile that made me uneasy plastered on her face.
They were five in total, with only two known to me; Jessie and, most importantly, Yvonne. It seemed this time she was in charge of the pack of ladies—or they didn’t have one. They all sent glares my way, which made me uncomfortable.
I didn’t say a word and went for the door. I didn’t have anything to discuss with them, even if there was, I didn’t want to. “There’s no rush, Sierra,” Jessie grabbed my arm with another lady, pushing me back.
I stumbled backwards, but fortunately, held myself from falling. “I warned you, didn’t I?” Yvonne spat, her tone filled with an underlying threat.
“He isn’t your fiancée,” I said, hoping to get her to back down.
She scoffed. “And who told you that?”
“He told me and I saw the footage. You staged the kiss, but it didn’t happen.” My voice shook, much to my annoyance.
Yvonne stayed quiet for a moment. I thought that had finally gotten her to back down. She only lied to me so I could stay away and now that the lie had been caught, what was the point of keeping it up?
I walked away, but just before I could cross the door, she spoke. “And you think he is yours?” she said, making me pause.
I turned around, my gaze moving from one person to another. Then the first lady to speak raised her hands. “Oh, we aren’t with her. We just happen to wish to speak to you at the same time,” the lady said, her voice delicate, almost pleasant to the ear.
“This is Leah,” she gestured for the blond, “Ruth,” she gestured for the redhead. I am Maria. Nice to meet you,” she gave me a smile, reaching out her hand for a handshake.
I reluctantly took it, still unsure if she was for me or against me. “So tell us, what do you do?” she continued. “You must be some high-level chick to come to a party with the Arthur Floyd,”
My heart sank. I didn’t know how to answer that question, but they kept on going. Leah and Ruth took out their phones. “What’s your handle? We definitely have to look you up. I’m sure you have like a million followers, right? We should hang out sometime,” Leah said.
I smiled nervously, fumbling with my thumb. “Um… I don’t have an active handle,” I said, slowly. Jessie scoffed.
“Deactivated it? Why?” Ruth asked.
I forced a small smile. “I don’t have a social media presence,”
Leah and Ruth exchanged glances. “Ew,” Marie sounded. “How on earth are you here with Arthur?” she asked, sizing me up in disgust.
Ruth’s gaze turned cold. “We should have known. She’s just a girl he’d bang for one day and get rid of. He can’t take the likes of her seriously,” she said.
“Come on ladies,” Jessie, who has been quiet all this while, chimed in. “Arthur’s flings are exotic models and superstars. He will never look at her. Maybe she is begging to be hired as a maid.” she covered her lips as she laughed, joined by the others.
Sobs filled my throat as their embarrassing and degrading words filled my ears. My eyes hurt from the tears I held back. All the confidence I had crumbled before my eyes. They reminded me of my place.
Any more minutes standing and drinking up their insults and I won’t be able to hold back my tears. I headed for the door, close to running out, but just as I crossed the door, Yvonne called.
“Oh Sierra,” I froze in place as they walked over to me, their eyes roaming my frame, their disapproval dancing around me.
“You thought you won just because you found out I wasn’t his fiancée, but you see the difference between me and you? I have a better chance of being with him than you can. I can press a few buttons and right this instant he could be mine, and I will not just be his fiancée, but his wife. And for you, you will be nothing but trash, below my feet,” Yvonne said.
“I have a chance,” I choked, silent tears rolling down my face.
They roared with laughter. “A chance? Yeah right, a maid meant to serve Yvonne or maybe a slut meant to serve every man.” Jessie touched my hair, but I swiped her hand away, which made her scoff.
“Listen girl, look around, and you will realize you are below Arthur’s league. You can’t be that stupid to not know that,” Maria said.
I swallowed, looking away. I indeed not only saw but felt it. “Maybe we should prove it to you,” a smirk played on Jessie’s face.
“Want to see?” Leah asked.
I shook my head. I didn’t like the way they looked at me, the glint of mischief in their eyes, the joy that danced in them, seeing me frightened and cowering. “I’m willing to leave,” I said, dropping my gaze.
I knew this was a bad idea. I should have stayed home. Fuck my healing. Maybe if I remained in my room, away from everyone, I would feel better. “That’s off the table, Sierra,” Yvonne whispered, and a shiver ran down my spine.
I took a subconscious step back, darting my eyes around to figure out how to get away from them. “Please,” I muttered, my tears slipping through my lips, the salty taste filling my taste buds.
Yvonne nudged her head towards me, and they all pounced on me.
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