Falling For The Biker - Chapter 61: Chapter 61

Arthur’s POV
I stared at the paintings in my hands. They looked well crafted. A few of them looked older than some, but I could see the progress in them. However, there was something about them I wasn’t sure of.
“This-”
“I know it isn’t good,” Sierra cut me off.
“You drew these?” I asked, and she nodded.
I quickly took out my phone, did a little search, and soon confirmed why it looked familiar. The styles were so similar. I turned the phone to her, showing her the image on the screen.
“Did you draw this?” I asked.
She smiled nervously. “Um… yes. That was one of my best paintings years ago while I was in high school,” she said.
“Do you know where this picture was taken?” I asked, and she shook her head.
“The famous artist, Mr. Brian’s art gallery,” I told her.
This painting appeared in one of his exhibitions years ago. He claimed it was a student’s work but never specified who this student was. “He was my mentor for three years,” she said, and I could not hide my surprise.
“How? No one has successfully been his mentee,” I asked.
“He visited the village at the time and coincidentally saw my painting. That was my final project before I left for the city. I couldn’t keep in touch due to some reasons,” she said.
Sierra was a great artist. Her paintings certainly were not mediocre, a true example of Mr. Brian’s mentee, but she believes it’s not up to standard because of some bastard. The more I heard about him, the more I felt the urge to beat him up.
“Sierra, your works are perfect,” I told her, staring at the paintings in my hand.
“You really did not need to act like they are because we are close,” she said.
I placed the paintings down. “Sierra, if they weren’t, I would have told you that, but they are. Your painting is in an art gallery gaining people’s attention and you claim it’s nothing,” I sighed, seeing she still wasn’t convinced.
“Okay, listen, I know you don’t believe in yourself right now, but what about Mr. Brian’s? He was your mentor, and he displays your work every day. That shows your work is great,” I said.
She shook her head. “It was only good at the time,” she said.
I tried to speak, but she cut me off, packing up the paintings. “I really don’t want to paint anymore. It’s unnecessary I do. Can we drop it?,” she said.
I sighed, letting her be. I would just have to think of a way to convince her it was good. My phone buzzed in my pocket.
Where the fuck are you? I’ve been waiting for two hours!
It’s a shame she actually thought I was going to come to her. I shoved my phone back in my pocket. “Who keeps texting you? Is it Maria?” Sierra asked, trying to change the subject, and I let her.
“Mm,” I hummed, and she sighed, shutting the suitcase.
She said nothing as she walked out of the basement.
“We aren’t talking about anything inappropriate,” I told her, but she didn’t stop walking away.
“Sierra,” I pulled her back by the hand, making sure not to hold her too tight.
“What do you want me to say? I believe you?”
“Yes?” I said, unsure.
“Well, I don’t,”
“You’re acting like a jealous girlfriend right now,” I teased, but she pulled her off my grip.
“I am not your girlfriend and I am certainly not jealous,” she said and resumed walking.
I rushed to her side. “But you look upset,” I said.
“Maybe because your mood always turns sour when she texts. Like you are cheating on her,” she said, her voice a tone from being a yell.
“Fine, I’ll tell you the truth,” I said, halting.
The look on her face told me I needed to be careful of my next words or I would regret it. “She doesn’t want us together,” I said.
She folded her arms. “Like the girlfriend you described,”
I heaved a sigh. I loved when she was feisty, but not in this way. “Maria is not my girlfriend. As you know, she was once my fiancée, but it was called off. She is threatening to inform my parents about our relationship, which I do not want,” I explained.
She stared at me for a moment before walking away without a word. I rushed to her, blocking her path. “You didn’t say anything. Does that mean you understand?”
She nodded. “Yes, you don’t want me around your family, and I understand that.”
Before she could walk away again, I pulled her by the arm and pushed her to the wall, locking her in with my hand. “That’s not it. I don’t want them to make things difficult for you. My parents are hard to get along with and for now, I think it is best they do not find out,” I said.
“I get it,” she simply said.
“Do you?” I asked, watching her as she took a seat on the couch. I sat beside her, taking her hand.
“I assure you, I am not trying to hide them from you. But right now is not the best time for it. Once I have things sorted, you’ll meet them. I promise. Please don’t let Maria ruin everything,” I said, and she nodded.
“Is this a perfect time to ask for yours and Elvis’ time tomorrow?”
“What for?” she sounded surprised.
I already made the decision to find a way for Elvis to want me in his mother’s life. I’ve come to realize Sierra would not venture into any relationship if Elvis doesn’t approve. What better way than some outdoor bonding?
“You’ll find out tomorrow,”