Falling For The Biker - Chapter 51: Chapter 51

Sierra’s POV
Dexter didn’t seem to want to take no for an answer. I contemplated going along with him. After all, it was a simple meal. I reluctantly agreed to go with him. He took my hand, heading for the parking lot.
He seemed nicer tonight, and I wasn’t sure why, but I was going to take it. However, just a few steps in, from behind, someone pulled my hand away from Dexter’s, pulling me to the side.
It took me a second to recover and have a look at who it was. Arthur. His head was so red, it looked like it was about to explode at any moment. “Arthur, come on, we were having a moment here,” Dexter said.
“I warned you,” Arthur said and sent a punch flying towards Dexter.
I quickly stepped in between them. Arthur’s fist hung midair, and something flashed in his eyes. I didn’t want to think about what it was as I spoke. “There is no need to get physical. I’m willingly going with him,” I said, and the veins on each side of his head looked like it would pop.
I took a quick glance at Dexter, and he had a smug look on his face. The two men seemed to have already hated themselves, but I would not be the reason they fight in a parking lot. Both of their reputations were at stake.
“You wouldn’t want to fight with him, Arthur,” I told him.
“You’re siding with him? Do you know who he is?” Arthur pointed.
I opened my mouth to speak, but Dexter beat me to it, taking my hand. “Yes, she is siding with me because she knows who I am,” he said, then gave me a warm smile. “Let’s go, babe,”
“Babe?” Arthur was dumbfounded.
Before I could process that as well, Dexter led me away from Arthur. In seconds, Arthur yanked my hand away from Dexter, took me off the ground, flinging me onto his shoulder before walking away.
Dexter tried to stop him, but the security guards blocked him. “Let go of me, Arthur,” I wiggled, trying to get him to drop me.
He eventually did, pushing me to the wall. He grabbed my hands and slung them above my head. “What are you doing?” I asked, my eyes darting around the hallway.
“You like men that take the initiative, right? That gets you not to say no, right? Then maybe I’ll become one,” he said, leaning in for my lips, but before our lips met, he pulled away.
He took a few steps back, rubbing the bridge of his nose. A smile crept on his face, but I could tell it wasn’t of happiness and his tone as he spoke only confirmed that. “You came for him, didn’t you?” he chuckled. “You really did come for him,”
“I… I didn’t,” I stammered.
“Then why the fuck were you talking to him?!” he yelled. He exhaled. “Why did you let him take your hand? Why were you ready to leave with him?”
“I only- ”
“Did I do something wrong?” he interrupted, staring at me with confusion and — longing.
Maybe I was reading it wrong, but it was tender, almost drawing. “I’m sorry if I did but going after Dexter. That’s-”
“First, you will not tell me what to do,” I cut in.
“Sierra, I wasn’t-”
I kept going without letting him finish. “Second, isn’t this what you want? A lady who didn’t care about you? What do you want now? To hurt me? Would that make you feel better?”
“That is not what I meant,” Arthur argued.
“Then what did you mean? Be in charge of my life?”
“No, that’s far from…”
“The truth?” I completed. “then tell me, what is the truth? Oh, I know. You want to wreck my life,”
“I would never think of hurting you, Sierra.” he held my shoulders, but I smacked them off me.
“And why should I believe that? You can’t possibly tell me you love me, do you? You can’t lie to my face. Everyone, literally everyone, tells me I am not your ideal type. That you only want what you can have and be on your way.”
“They weren’t saying the truth,” he shook his head.
“And the truth is, suddenly, I am your ideal type?” I scoffed. Even the thought alone was a mockery to myself.
I really wanted that to be the truth, but I knew it wasn’t. He didn’t take me away from Dexter because he loved me. He did it to exert his control, to win against Dexter and not me.
I didn’t care about Dexter. I only thought about him and I hated myself for it because I knew it could never work between us and I would only keep living in my fantasy and hurting myself while they lived their lives.
I wanted a calm and peaceful Christmas, yet here I was, a few days before Christmas, losing my mind. I really should have stayed home. “Arthur, you want nothing to do with me, and I will not hold it against you. You are my brother’s best friend. I will try to remain cordial but please, do not try trying to rule my life for me. You can…” I swallowed, shoving the emotions that were so close to bursting out of me back in.
“You can have as many ladies as you want, and I will not interfere. I hope you can understand that, Mr. Floyd,” I said.
Arthur stood, watching me without a word. I stopped talking, expecting him to say something, but he didn’t. As expected.
“Good night, Mr. Floyd,” I said and walked off, not once looking back.