Falling For The Biker - Chapter 43: Chapter 43

Sierra’s POV
I fluttered my eyes open to meet the familiar wooden ceiling. The memories of the hours before flooded my mind and a small smile spread across my face. I turned to the side, expecting to find Arthur there, but his side of the bed was empty.
It was cold, which meant he was out for a while. I grabbed my phone and checked the time. 4:54 pm. I slept a while. I sat up, looking around. On the armchair, a gown I remembered quite well, laid on the backrest.
On the seats were neatly folded towels. I wrapped the sheets around me, stepping out of the bed. Taking the towel and the dress with me, I stepped into the bathroom and took a long, deep bath. My legs were a bit wobbly from the sex and I felt sticky.
Once done, I stepped out of the bathroom fully dressed, drying my hair with the towel. I spotted something lying on the small bedside table. I picked it up, staring at the words written on it.
“Birth control,” I muttered.
I grabbed the glass of water at the side and helped myself with the medicine. It was understandable he would not want me getting pregnant. My phone rang, jolting me out of my mind.
“Hey Mum,” I greeted on the phone.
“Sierra, thank goodness. I’ve been trying to reach you. Where are you?” Mum said.
“I’m…” I paused, thinking if it was best to admit where I truly was.
I was not home for almost a day. Wouldn’t it sound wrong to be with Arthur for that long? And worse with what I did, it only made me feel more guilty. “Are you still at Arthur’s place?” she asked.
“Yes,” I admitted.
“Do not step out, okay? Is Arthur with you?”
“Mum, relax. What’s wrong?” I asked.
“There is a blizzard. A lot of people have gone missing. I was worried sick about you,” Mum said, panting.
I could tell how much she must have been worried. “I’m fine, Mum. I’ll stay indoors,” I reassured her, walking to the window.
I hadn’t noticed how much snow had filled the streets. “Can I speak with Elvis?” I told her and she handed the phone to him.
“Are you fine, Mommy?” he said once he got the phone.
I hummed. I spoke to him for a few minutes before ending the call. My stomach growled once I dropped my phone. I had not eaten anything all day. I was about to call Arthur, as I had no idea where he was.
I could not order anything either, with no knowledge of the room service number. I heard the front door open and close. It seemed Arthur must be back. I stepped into the living room and froze at the door.
It wasn’t Arthur. It was a man I had never seen before—tall, lean, dark hair, putting on all black. I swallowed, taking a step back. “Who are you?” I asked, my eyes darting around for anything to protect myself with.
He turned to me, surprise flashing across his face, and soon replaced with a smile. “You must be Sierra,” he said, placing the tray he held down on the table. “Food is here,” he said.
I stared at him, my gaze scrutinizing him. He looked nothing like a person who would work in room service, neither was he dressed like one. He took a seat, crossing his leg. “Who… Who are you?” I asked.
“Neil, Arthur’s cousin,” he said. “You don’t need to be wary of me. I could leave if you want me to, but I need a place to crash right now.”
I took a wary step forward. I wasn’t sure if he was saying the truth, but he sure had some semblance to Arthur. “I know you don’t know me, but I am saying the truth. You would know that if you two were dating, which I’m guessing you two aren’t,” he said, quite bluntly.
He kept going. “From the looks of things, it could never happen between you two.”
I folded my fist, hurt and offended by his words. We only met, and now he was sounding just like Marie and Yvonne. He raised his hands as though surrendering. “You don’t need to be mad. You aren’t his type, and Arthur isn’t one to commit. His few commitments never last. From the look of things, it doesn’t seem like yours will either,” he said.
“What gives you this notion?” the words flew out of my mouth, but I truly have had enough.
Neil chuckled. “Your reaction is normal, but I know my cousin. He would not take you as a girlfriend, so it’s best you shove out every thought of that happening. It’s only for your good. Whenever I have the chance, I make sure to tell the ladies he sleeps with this same thing to make sure they don’t get hurt.”
“Maybe ours is different and you don’t need to judge so easily,” I said, my voice choked.
He smiled. “Bold, I must say,” he leaned forward. “Tell me, has he confessed to you by chance or asked you to be his girlfriend?”
I opened my mouth but shut it. Arthur never has, but I don’t need it, did I? “Your reaction tells me he has done neither, which means he would not now that you two have fucked,” he said, confident.
I told myself it was going to be so when I chose to take my chances and have sex with him. I did it so I could forget about him and the feelings that enveloped me whenever I thought about him and us being together.
I thought I could easily forget about it and the feelings would be nothing but a distant memory, so why then did this hurt? Why were his words hurting so much? My throat clogged with emotions.
I held the sides of my gown, trying to drown them, but it wasn’t working. I really should accept this. “I’m doing this so you don’t get hurt. I hope you understand. It’s for your own good. Arthur is not a one lady man and-“
“Enough!” I barked, tears falling off my eyes.
And almost immediately, Arthur stepped into the living room. “What’s going on?”