Falling For The Biker - Chapter 40: Chapter 40

Arthur’s POV
I walked into my suite, shutting the door behind me. I didn’t bother turning on the lights. I moved over to the couch and slumped on it. Ian fucked me up. He dared let those ladies wrap him up in some stupid game, and it involved Sierra.
My phone dinged, indicating a notification. Everyone on the group chat seemed to have gotten the news of what had happened.
Come on, man, you took off two of his teeth.
That beautiful face of his is swollen now.
I didn’t know Arthur would go that far.
Then Carol chimed in. There was no need to beat him that much! It was uncalled for.
Surprisingly, Ian joined the discussion as well. Guys, calm down. I deserved it. I didn’t know they would go that far. Plus, I got to find out Arthur still worked out.
He added a winking emoji. I shut my screen, tossing the phone to the side. He was lucky to get off with just a few punches. Even then, I was not satisfied. They treated Sierra that way, and I could only do little to get revenge for her.
I folded my fists as my mind replayed the clip from the balcony. If only I had known something like that was going to happen, I would not have let her stay on her own. My palm hurt. I had gotten a few scratches from the fight, plus Ian wasn’t exactly simple to deal with.
I went over to my cabinet and pulled out a bottle of whiskey, then filled a glass. I took out my pack of cigarette and lit one before going over to the bedroom to check on Sierra. Leaning on the door frame, I did not need to turn on the lights, as the moonlight was more than enough.
She looked relaxed, but then she had experienced something I did not want her to. I heard my phone ring, and I took one look at Sierra before leaving. “Mr. Floyd,” Terrance said over the phone.
Putting the phone on loudspeaker, I crossed my feet on the coffee table and leaned back. “We have done what you asked,” he added.
“Good,” I said, my voice flat.
“But…” Terrance hesitated.
“Talk,” I ordered.
“Doing that to Marie might cause a stir between your father and her father. Don’t you think he would lay it all on you later?”
His fears were understandable, but right now, I did not give a fuck. My father made her my fiancée, but I was clear from the beginning, yet she was so sneaky to the point of reaching Sierra.
I might be silent, but that doesn’t mean she could walk all over me. That was the height of disrespect I would never take. “I don’t care. Make sure Yvonne is handled as well. The entire pack should know they have crossed a line, and sometimes it's difficult to retrace their steps,” I said and ended the call.
I could joke about anything, but when it came to Sierra, I would never. She was mine, and she would be mine, no matter how much anyone tried to go against it. I remained in the living room until the sun came up.
I stepped into the bedroom and found Sierra still sleeping. A smile spread across my face. I made a quick phone call for some lemon juice before heading to the bathroom. After a quick bath, I stepped out of the bathroom, rubbing a towel on my hair to dry it.
I paused once I found Sierra awake, her eyes wide in shock. Her gaze slowly relaxed, locking it with mine, then it trailed down, lingered on my chest, and found its way to the towel hanging loosely around my waist.
I expected her to look away, instead she brought her gaze back to mine. I raised a brow, an amused smile playing on my lips. “Like what you see?” I teased, walking over to my wardrobe.
“Mm,” I heard her hum.
I paused, taken aback. I didn’t expect that response. I turned around, my eyes peered at her. Did they, by chance, hit her head somewhere? She was acting completely different. My lips parted, but no words came out.
I was going to take it, as she didn’t hear me properly. A knock came to the door, and I grabbed a shirt. “Don’t put on your shirt,” she said.
I only had one glass of whiskey and I didn’t feel tipsy, but she sure was making me feel I was. “Huh?” I sounded.
“You heard me,” she said, her tone calm.
I could not say a word before leaving for the door. It was room service and, sure enough, the lady shut her eyes as she passed the tray with the glass of drink. So I wasn’t in an alternate universe.
Walking back to the bedroom, I handed the drink to Sierra, but she refused to take it. “Doesn’t your head ache? It would help with the hangover,” I told her.
She nodded. “Help me,” she said.
I took a seat and brought the glass to her lips. With her eyes locked on me, she emptied the glass. Just as I placed the glass down, she grabbed my hand and her brows knotted in a frown.
“What happened to you?” she asked, concerned, staring at my injuries.
“Got into a fight. It doesn’t hurt anymore,” I told her, but she did not seem convinced.
I grabbed her hand and smiled. “I’m serious,”
She remained silent for a minute, then said, “Why didn’t you do it?”
“What?” I asked.
She hesitated. “Have sex with me,”
So she remembered, but why isn’t she embarrassed? Not like she had to, but knowing her, that was a natural reaction. “You were drunk. I’m not a man who takes advantage of ladies,” I said.
She wasn’t in her right mind. There was no way she would have wanted that. Before I could blink, she pushed me down on the bed, placing her both legs at my sides as she sat somewhere dangerous.
I swallowed. “Sierra, I don’t think you should be doing this,” I stammered, barely able to contain myself.
It was taking a lot for me not to pull her even closer to me. “I wasn’t drunk ––not that drunk,” she said.
“You are telling me right now you wanted to?”
I didn’t get words as a response, but she grabbed my towel and tossed it to the side.