Falling For The Biker - Chapter 72: Chapter 72

Sierra’s POV
“I saw your paintings. I voted to make sure you have an exhibition soon,” Eve said the moment I took her call.
“I knew you wouldn’t just give up on your dreams,” she added.
I could not explain it was not my doing. Not in a million years would I think of doing that. I had full doubts about my paintings being good enough. Just like many other things that Vance criticized, I began seeing it that way no matter how much it was praised by people.
Posting them would only bring a huge backlash to me — was my thought. Who knew people would like them? Maybe a dozen people that had nothing to do with Vance. “Eve, can I speak to you later? I have something to take care of,” I told her before ending the call.
I opened up the notification I got earlier.
Fifteen million!
I just got fifteen million dollars. From the sender, I knew I was right in my guess as to who had done this. Quickly, I left my room to the kitchen. I was both excited and worried.
Excited because of the good reviews.
Worried as I was unsure what might be wrong with Arthur. Even after Jackson was done, he had to wait so we could leave together, as I was not done yet.
A few hours later and I found myself in Arthur’s penthouse with a large yard. To top it all, he had an underground garage. When those doors open, not only was I unable to hold it all in anymore, but I found myself in his arms and with my lips on his.
He stiffened in shock for a moment, then relaxed, moving his lips. Neil coughed, making me pull away. I wiped off the tears that escaped my eyes and tried to get off Arthur, but he held me down on his laps.
I snapped my head to him, and he gave me a small smile. Neil plopped on the couch with a sigh. “Always with the public affection,” he muttered.
“Try staying home then,” Arthur said and Neil pointed, wanting to say something but held himself back.
“Fine,” he said with an attitude.
Arthur turned his attention to me. “What was that about?” he asked. “Not like I’m complaining,”
“You posted my paintings, didn’t you?”
“And if I deny it?”
“I won’t believe you,” I said. “Why did you? I already gave up on it.”
Arthur nudged his head at Neil for him to leave. With a roll of his eyes, Neil stood up and walked upstairs. Once he disappeared from sight, Arthur kissed me, pulling me close. He leaned back, letting me sit on him, facing him.
“You know I’m ill. You could get sick,” he said.
“Yet, you kissed me again,” I said.
“I can’t resist temptation when it’s coming from you,” he smiled.
“Tell me, why?” I brought him back to the initial topic.
He sat up, his hand on my back. “I needed you to see the good in your paintings. Since you won’t take my word for it, I decided to get the world’s opinion, and I was right,” I said.
“How do I know you didn’t pay them to say all those kind words just to get me to feel better?” I said.
With what I’ve seen so far, it was not far from what he could do. He smiled. “That is a possibility, but I didn’t. You know why? I didn’t need to I trust your work and so do others. And if I truly paid for it all, I would not tell Elvis to show you this quickly,”
“You told him to do that?”
He nodded. “Do you know he slapped me awake?” I teased, and his eyes widened in shock.
“That little rascal!” he said, making me chuckle.
“I’m fine though, but there is a little problem,” I gestured with my thumb and index finger.
“What’s that?” he asked, looking very much interested.
“I have no idea what more to paint. What if they get bored with my paintings?”
“We re-strategize,” he said in a heartbeat. “You don’t have to worry about what to paint. Do not push yourself. All I wanted was for you to know and understand your worth and not to pressure you.”
I nodded at his words, staring into his eyes. “Thank you,” I whispered, but due to her proximity, he heard me loud and clear.
He held my face. “There is no reason for that. Is all part of you using me, right? See it as that,” he said.
I pushed him back down on the backrest of the couch, taking over his lips in a slow, passionate kiss. His fingers roamed my back. Words could not explain how happy and grateful I was.
Until this moment, I didn’t realize how much I really wanted my painting to be worth something. I didn’t realize how much my heart had craved my painting being acknowledged.
Those were the very paintings Vance hated. He told me how silly they looked, but people loved them and they were eager to come to my exhibition. They were ready to pay to see my works and I could not be less happy about that.
And Arthur was the one to make it happen. It seemed he was in alliance with Jackson, which was why Jackson did not seem bothered. He almost made me lose my mind. Fortunately, before that happened, I figured it out in time.
“Seriously?”
Jackson’s irritated voice made my heart skip a beat as I pulled away from Arthur. It took a while longer than I wanted to get off Arthur’s laps as he held me tighter, even with Jackson’s presence.
“I only chose to park the car in a good spot and you two are messing around,” Jackson said, even more irritated.
I could not lock eyes with him as I stared at the ground. “I’m leaving,” he turned around, then paused.
“Oh and Sierra, he is sick. Don’t get infected,” Jackson said, glared at his best friend before walking back out the way he came from.