Falling For The Biker - Chapter 47: Chapter 47

Sierra’s POV
Dealing with my emotions has only turned worse with the coming days. I was going to stay away from Arthur. It would be better I let go of him than he did. I would hurt too much, yet just the thought of doing it myself still hurts.
But Elvis so badly wanted to talk to him. I couldn’t, not after I found the courage to walk away from him earlier. Fortunately, Jackson caught on and went with Elvis instead. A part of me wanted to get Elvis to stop.
I would not want him close to Arthur, but pulling Elvis away from what he loved was not something I usually did. Frankly, I did not know how. “Hey cutie,” someone said beside me.
Mum and Dad, who were speaking to someone in the corner, instantly stopped and walked over to me. “Hi,” I smiled politely.
I tried to walk off, but he held out his hand, stopping me. “Can I help you?” I asked.
He chuckled-scoffed. “You can’t fucking tell me you don’t know who I am? Everyone would die to have a conversation with me,”
“That’s because you aren’t important, Dexter,” Dad chimed in, visibly annoyed.
I gave him a once-over. So this was the Dexter. The number one rival of Arthur and the one biker Dad hates. “Hey, old man,” Dexter turns to me, then points at Dad. “Your old man?”
I nodded. “He’s my father,” I said.
“Ah, perfect,” he said, then turned to Dad. “You wouldn’t mind if I fuck your daughter, right?”
Dexter was blunt — annoyingly blunt. “I fucking do,” Jackson joined, shoving Dexter aside.
“Ah, the duo. I didn’t expect your friendship to last this long. I guess none of you have fucked each other’s girlfriends,” Dexter laughed, his eyes moving from Jackson to Arthur.
“Fuck off,” Arthur said.
Dexter shook his head. “I’m not here for you, dickhead. I’m here for the lady,” he grabbed my hand, trying to pull me away.
Arthur grabbed Dexter's hand and shoved him. “Mommy,” Elvis hugged my legs, frightened.
“That’s your kid?” Dexter asked, his face squeezed like he had smelt something foul.
“That’s known of your business,” Jackson fired.
“Ew, ugh,” Dexter gagged.
Dad tried to move towards him, but Mum held him down. “I’m being cordial. Leave, Dexter,” Arthur said, his threat silent yet lingering in the air.
Dexter waved his hands, seemingly unfazed and not ready to back down. His gaze remained fixed on me, sizing me up. “So you are that chick from the city with the son? I heard all about you the moment I stepped into the arena. You are fucking good, baby girl. Well, I’ll ignore the child for now. I need a quick bang and I can help elevate your reputation,” he pulled out a key card from his pocket, handing it over.
“Come around,” he added.
I stared at the card in his hands, dumbfounded by not just the disrespect, but his audacity. Arthur shoved his hand aside, pulling me in by the waist. “She declines,” he said.
Dexter moved his index from Arthur to me, then chuckled. “If I wasn’t already informed, I would think you two were dating,” Dexter said.
“And who said we aren’t?”
I snapped my head at Arthur, shocked by his words. It seemed he was trying to get Dexter off. “Are you two dating?” Dexter directed the question at me.
I held the side of my skirts, contemplating what to say. “No,” I said, and Arthur’s grip on my waist loosened.
Jackson turned to me with a surprised expression, but it soon disappeared. I took a step to the side, away from Arthur’s reach. Dexter slapped his palm with the card in his hands. “I knew you wouldn’t be that dumb to be with him. Maybe if you are good in bed, I’ll give you a chance to be with me. What do you think?” he lifted his brows to urge me.
“Plus,” he continued. “it would be at his resort,” he added, sending a clear jab at Arthur.
“Think about it,” he said, placing the card in my hands and walking off.
Arthur took a step forward but restrained himself. “Mommy, Uncle Arthur’s hurt,” Elvis pointed out.
“Arthur!” Mum exclaimed, rushing over to him and raising his hand.
Arthur had them in a tight fist, his keys in them. “You need to be careful. Come, let me bandage it up,” Mum said, leading him off.
Arthur took one last look at me before letting Mum lead him away. “Mommy,”
I dropped my gaze to Elvis. “Uncle Arthur is hurt. Please make your pancakes for him,” Elvis requested.
I returned my gaze to Mum and Arthur, who were close to leaving the arena, then stroked a nod. At home, Mum bandaged up Arthur’s injury while I made the pancakes. “You really should not be so upset to hurt yourself,” Mum said.
“Does it hurt, Uncle Arthur?” Elvis asked.
“It doesn’t, little rascal,” Arthur replied.
“That good for nothing. He dared disrespect me only because he won a stupid race. Make sure he doesn’t win the Christmas race, Arthur,” Dad said, still upset.
I served the pancakes, and Elvis quickly got two off the plates. “Uncle Arthur, try it,” he said, bringing one of it to Arthur’s lips.
Arthur took a bite, and Elvis stared at him in anticipation. “Good? Good?” Elvis asked, eager to know what Arthur thought.
Arthur nodded with a smile. “It is. You mum is a good cook,” he said.
“Do you feel better?” Elvis asked.
Arthur nodded. “See mommy,” Elvis smiled at me.
“Won’t you have some?” Mum asked.
“No, I’m tired. I need to head into my room and take a nap,” I told her.
Without letting her try to convince me otherwise, I turned around, heading for my room. I could tell Arthur wanted to speak to me, but I did not want to. Today marked the end of whatever we had.
I was done feeling this way. Back in my room, I stared at the key card on the reading table. I felt nothing but anger and irritation just thinking about Dexter, but maybe I should indulge him just once?