Falling For The Biker - Chapter 53: Chapter 53
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Sierra’s POV
I froze for a second, dumbfounded by his words. I turned to face him and only then did he come closer. Did I hear right? I highly doubted it. But the way he looked at me made it hard to breathe.
Arthur held my face, stroking my cheeks softly. “I love you, Sierra,” he confessed.
I could hear my heart thumping in my chest. “I truly love you and maybe it’s a lot to say, but I know you do too,” he said.
“Sierra,” he called. “Say something,”
I parted my lips, but barely any words came out of it. “Breathe, Sierra,” I heard him say, and only then did I realize I had been holding my breath.
He ran off to a nearby kiosk and got a bottle of water before running back to me. With the lid off, he brought the bottle to my lips. My eyes remained on him as I downed the water. I wasn’t sure this was real.
Did the last few minutes happen, or was it all in my mind? “Are you okay?” Arthur asked, putting the lid back on the bottle.
I nodded, wiping my lips with the back of my palm. “Yeah, I… I’m just surprised,” I confessed.
“I’m sorry. I really couldn’t hold it in any longer. I should not have thrown it at you that way. I just wanted you to know,” he said.
I still could not get a word out. My brain found it hard to come up with a response and the little it did got stuck in my throat. “Please say something,” he pleaded after another minute of my silence.
“We can’t work out, Arthur, you know that,” I said, avoiding his gaze.
Why did I say that? Self-sabotage? Maybe. I knew my insides — my heart wanted to feel excited. I really wanted him to feel that way. I knew I did. Just knowing he was in the room and I felt different.
I craved him so much, yet I could not believe this confession. The sincerity I felt I saw in his eyes only made it harder. I couldn’t fall into this. “I’m not your ideal type,” I blurted out.
“And who said you aren’t?” Arthur said.
“I’ve seen your ex-girlfriends, Arthur. They are A-list models, actresses I could never cross in my life. Our lives are complete opposites. I could never be your type.” I looked away.
My heart ached, but I could not accept this. The truth was hard, but I knew I would have to come to terms with it. “I dated them. It doesn’t change anything. Who says you can’t be an A-list model?” he pulled me closer by the waist. “You are to me. My type changed when I met you, Sierra,”
He held my gaze as he continued. “Delicate, beautiful, sexy, special. You have everything I would ever want, Sierra. There is nothing more I want from you than you. Just give me a chance. Give us a chance,” he said.
I watched his expression for a moment, but pulled away, shaking my head. “There is a lot hindering that from happening,” I said, avoiding his gaze.
He pinched my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Like what? Tell me. Jackson? I can handle him,” he said, but I shook my head.
“That’s… that’s not it,” I stammered.
“Tell me. There is nothing that can stop me from wanting to be with you.”
I swallowed, tears coming to my eyes. It was one of the many reasons I believed he was lying to me.
“You are nothing, Sierra. Used, washed up, discarded, I want you to remember that. You left the only person who ever and would ever love you.” Vance’s last words to me replayed in my mind.
My eyes stung with tears. I lived with Vance for years and he told me my worth. Arthur was ten times hotter, richer, and famous than he was. How could he possibly have eyes on me aside from the usual? Wanting me in bed.
I really thought we would never speak to each other again after we had sex, but he was right here, asking for more. Would I be falling for the same trick again if I jumped into this?
I was scared, broken and was this truly love or something else? “I’m a mother. Elvis is my child. Not adopted, I birthed him. My body is ruined and I could never fit into the model life you want,” I said.
He would get tired, just like Vance. Arthur was used to a model’s body, and I didn’t have one. I could never get one even if I wanted to. It would only break me. It was best I pulled away before it came biting me at the back. I had the chance to take control of my life and I would.
Arthur was quiet, only staring. I took a step back, dropping my gaze. “Thank you for the night out. I’ll get going,” I said, reluctantly taking steps back.
Once I was a good distance away, I turned around, letting the tears drop. This was the best way, wasn’t it? But why did it hurt so much more?
I froze for a second, dumbfounded by his words. I turned to face him and only then did he come closer. Did I hear right? I highly doubted it. But the way he looked at me made it hard to breathe.
Arthur held my face, stroking my cheeks softly. “I love you, Sierra,” he confessed.
I could hear my heart thumping in my chest. “I truly love you and maybe it’s a lot to say, but I know you do too,” he said.
“Sierra,” he called. “Say something,”
I parted my lips, but barely any words came out of it. “Breathe, Sierra,” I heard him say, and only then did I realize I had been holding my breath.
He ran off to a nearby kiosk and got a bottle of water before running back to me. With the lid off, he brought the bottle to my lips. My eyes remained on him as I downed the water. I wasn’t sure this was real.
Did the last few minutes happen, or was it all in my mind? “Are you okay?” Arthur asked, putting the lid back on the bottle.
I nodded, wiping my lips with the back of my palm. “Yeah, I… I’m just surprised,” I confessed.
“I’m sorry. I really couldn’t hold it in any longer. I should not have thrown it at you that way. I just wanted you to know,” he said.
I still could not get a word out. My brain found it hard to come up with a response and the little it did got stuck in my throat. “Please say something,” he pleaded after another minute of my silence.
“We can’t work out, Arthur, you know that,” I said, avoiding his gaze.
Why did I say that? Self-sabotage? Maybe. I knew my insides — my heart wanted to feel excited. I really wanted him to feel that way. I knew I did. Just knowing he was in the room and I felt different.
I craved him so much, yet I could not believe this confession. The sincerity I felt I saw in his eyes only made it harder. I couldn’t fall into this. “I’m not your ideal type,” I blurted out.
“And who said you aren’t?” Arthur said.
“I’ve seen your ex-girlfriends, Arthur. They are A-list models, actresses I could never cross in my life. Our lives are complete opposites. I could never be your type.” I looked away.
My heart ached, but I could not accept this. The truth was hard, but I knew I would have to come to terms with it. “I dated them. It doesn’t change anything. Who says you can’t be an A-list model?” he pulled me closer by the waist. “You are to me. My type changed when I met you, Sierra,”
He held my gaze as he continued. “Delicate, beautiful, sexy, special. You have everything I would ever want, Sierra. There is nothing more I want from you than you. Just give me a chance. Give us a chance,” he said.
I watched his expression for a moment, but pulled away, shaking my head. “There is a lot hindering that from happening,” I said, avoiding his gaze.
He pinched my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Like what? Tell me. Jackson? I can handle him,” he said, but I shook my head.
“That’s… that’s not it,” I stammered.
“Tell me. There is nothing that can stop me from wanting to be with you.”
I swallowed, tears coming to my eyes. It was one of the many reasons I believed he was lying to me.
“You are nothing, Sierra. Used, washed up, discarded, I want you to remember that. You left the only person who ever and would ever love you.” Vance’s last words to me replayed in my mind.
My eyes stung with tears. I lived with Vance for years and he told me my worth. Arthur was ten times hotter, richer, and famous than he was. How could he possibly have eyes on me aside from the usual? Wanting me in bed.
I really thought we would never speak to each other again after we had sex, but he was right here, asking for more. Would I be falling for the same trick again if I jumped into this?
I was scared, broken and was this truly love or something else? “I’m a mother. Elvis is my child. Not adopted, I birthed him. My body is ruined and I could never fit into the model life you want,” I said.
He would get tired, just like Vance. Arthur was used to a model’s body, and I didn’t have one. I could never get one even if I wanted to. It would only break me. It was best I pulled away before it came biting me at the back. I had the chance to take control of my life and I would.
Arthur was quiet, only staring. I took a step back, dropping my gaze. “Thank you for the night out. I’ll get going,” I said, reluctantly taking steps back.
Once I was a good distance away, I turned around, letting the tears drop. This was the best way, wasn’t it? But why did it hurt so much more?
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