Falling For The Biker - Chapter 39: Chapter 39

Arthur’s POV
I held her face, studying her eyes. There were dried tears on her face. In her eyes were more tears that were so close to falling off her eyes. A knot formed in my stomach. I needed to know what had happened.
But I didn’t get a reply. Instead, she kissed me with her eyes shut. She pulled away, a drunken smile on her face as she held my face. “I like when you kiss me,” she said and burped.
A smile crept on my face. However, as much as I love that confession, I knew she was not saying it in her right mind. “How many glasses did you take?” I asked.
She hummed, her head raised as though thinking. “Five… no, six,” she smiled again. “I stopped counting,” she confessed.
“I’ll take you home,” I said, bending over to carry her.
“No,” she said, pushing me to the wall and taking over my lips.
I knew she was drunk and but I could not hold back. Not when it was her. She parted her lips, giving me access to her tongue. Her fingers raked the back of my head, and I pulled her even closer to me.
She pulled away and trailed her lips over my neck. “You smell so good, Arthur,” she said, almost sounding out of it.
“Let me take you home,” I suggested, but she shook her head.
“Take me with you. Elvis… he, he would be sad if he saw me like this,” she said.
I carried her off the ground, princess style. She sunk her face into my neck. I led her out of the party through the back door. She leaned on me throughout the ride back to my suite.
Once in my suite, I laid her down gently on the bed, covering her up, but just before I could leave the bed, she pulled me back by the shirt. “Don’t leave,” she said.
Without a word, I sat beside her, stroking her hair gently. Something happened. I had a gut feeling that something did. “Sierra, what happened at the party?” I asked.
She wrapped her hands around my waist. “Your girlfriends came to say hi,” she said.
I pulled her off me, searching her eyes. “Who are you talking about?” I asked. “I don’t have a girlfriend or girlfriends,”
She shrugged, hugging me again. “Yes, your girlfriend, your fiancée and your wife,” she said.
I wasn’t sure what she was talking about. “Who are these people and who told you that?” I asked.
“They told me.” she frowned, seemingly annoyed by my questions.
I had to know what they had done to her. Just the thought annoyed me. “Sierra, rest up. I’ll be back.” I tried to pull away, but she dragged me down.
She began unbuttoning my shirt; I held her wrist, stopping her. “Do you know what you are doing, Sierra?” I asked and she stroked a nod.
Once my shirt was unbuttoned, she trailed her fingers through my chest, her gaze filled with admiration. She batted her eyes at me and I felt myself react. Whenever others did it, I was always irritated, but it was different with her.
Our gaze remained locked for a while before she leaned in. I anticipated the kiss. I wanted the kiss. I would be lying to myself if I said I didn’t like this part of her. Just an inch before her lips touched mine, her face dropped and her lips melted on my chest.
I folded my fist, trying to hold myself back. Her lips trailed down, subtle, wet and teasing down my chest and my stomach. She crossed my navel and her hands went for the waist of my trousers.
I grabbed her by the head, pushing her down onto the bed. She did not fret, instead she slowly wrapped her fingers around my neck, pulling me in. “I want you right now, Arthur,” those words reeked of alcohol and lust.
The smell of the alcohol only reminded me she was not saying this in her right mind. My chest ached, but I completely understood. I held her face. “You need to rest,” I said.
“I told you-” she tried to argue, but I placed my index finger over her lips.
“You are drunk and not in your right mind right now. Rest. I’ll inform Mum that you are with me,” I told her.
“I am not drunk,” she argued.
I didn’t say another word. If I remained here, I doubted I would be able to control myself. I helped her lay down properly, then covered her up. I locked up and returned to the party. The party was winding down once I arrived, with only a few guests left.
Without giving any greetings to anyone, I walked up to Ian. “Did you find her?” Jackson asked, and I nodded, my gaze resting on Ian.
“I need the security footage of the party,” I told Ian.
“What for, man?” Ian asked, looking around.
“I need it and you will give it to me,” I firmly told him.
I wasn’t in the mood to play games. “Did something happen to Sierra?” Jackson asked.
I didn’t respond. “Give me the footage,” I ordered.
“Calm down, Arthur,” Helen, Ian’s sister, said.
I had asked her to help me find Sierra, but she disappeared on me soon after we walked upstairs. I folded my fists, trying my best to control my anger. Sierra was hurt here, and I fucking needed to know who and what happened.
“She wasn’t physically hurt, man. There’s no need to worry.” Ian shrugged off my concerns.
I took a step forward, my gaze towering over him. “You fucking knew?” I asked.
It all made sense. The distractions and the ladies surrounding me like some pest. I leaned in, my gaze dangerously sharp. “You have five minutes to provide me with not just the footage, but everything you know or else. I will burn down this building. Do not mess with me.”
I threatened, and Ian fucking knew not to push me.