Falling For The Biker - Chapter 74: Chapter 74

Sierra’s POV
“I’ve just been assigned a task,”
I relaxed upon hearing his words. “What task?” I asked.
He raised his phone to my eye level and I read the text message. Uncle, please convince mommy to let me ride your bike.
That son of mine. I shook my head, then folded my arms.
“My son would not be getting on a motorbike. He is way too young for that,” I said, sounding just like my mother when I was young, but I didn’t care right now.
Elvis could get himself injured. What if he flew off the bike? That thought made my heart drop. “He will be with me,” Arthur said, like that was convincing enough.
“No,” I said bluntly.
“So you don’t trust my riding skills?”
I gulped, staring into his blue eyes that locked me in. Momentarily, I forgot what we were talking about. “I…” I snapped myself out of it. “I don’t trust my son on a motorbike. That’s dangerous. What if he gets hurt?”
“He won’t. I can assure you of that.”
“You’re not convincing me.” I stood my ground.
He grabbed my chin, lightly lifting my head with his lips hovering above mine. “There are other ways to convince you,” he said, his breath fanning my face.
“How?” I asked, and he leaned even closer.
A single move and our lips were going to touch. My gaze moved from his eyes to his lips. I so wanted badly. He touched it lightly, teasing me with mischief in his eyes. “Disgusting,” Neil interrupted, walking down the stairs.
I straightened up, trying to act neutral. I had completely forgotten about him being here. How many people were going to walk in on us? I sulked internally. “That’s what lonely people say,” Arthur fired back.
Neil rolled his eyes as he got down the stairs. “Mum can’t make it today. I’ll need to leave. The drama would only air later than I wanted,” Neil said with a disappointed sigh.
“Good for you,” Arthur said.
Neil turned his attention to me, shook his head, and left without another word. Why did it seem he always hated me being around Arthur? I could not dwell on the thought as Arthur spoke.
“Now, where were we?” he asked, pulling me in by the waist.
“Trying to convince me to let my son put his life in danger with seduction,”
My words brought a smug smile to his face. He seemed pleased with himself. “Thank you for the compliment,” Arthur said, and I fought the urge to stomp on his feet.
“But that’s not how I plan to convince you,” he said. “I’ll be back,”
Arthur went upstairs and returned ten minutes later, fully clothed with a glove on. “Come on,” he said, taking my hand as we left the building.
He led me down to his underground garage, but he didn’t stop. After a few steps, he turned a corner to a large door protected by a code. I didn’t want to pay attention to it, but then he cleared his throat, making me look at him before he inputted the code.
“My birthday?” I asked, surprised.
Arthur nodded. “Why and how? I never told you my birthday,” I said.
“I found out from Jackson and I needed you to know how much I want you,” he said, leading me into the room.
It was a more private garage, not filled with cars but bikes of different shapes and sizes. I wasn’t well versed in motorbikes but I knew what I was staring at was not cheap. Aside from that, was the clean and sophisticated décor.
Hung on a wall were different helmets with different designs. On a shelf were trophies and medals. There was over thirty of them. I looked around. It felt like we stepped into a different world.
A world that was only filled with his love for bikes. “This is all beautiful and… cool, but it is not enough to convince me to let my son ride. He is not ready for it,” I said.
“It’s just for fun,” Arthur said.
“Fun could break my son’s bones,” I pointed out.
“True,” he said, walking over to the shelf.
“I will not put my child in a near death experience,” I added if my previous words did not do the trick.
Arthur grabbed two helmets and walked back to me. “What are you doing?” I asked, as he placed the helmet over my head.
“What better way to convince you that to put you in a near death experience?” Arthur said, dropping the shield of the helmet.
My heart dropped as my life flashed before my eyes. I always avoided being on his bike. It was cool when he rode it and maybe a few times thought I could get on it while he rode, but I knew it would not be exhilarating.
I doubted I could get off with my bones still intact. “I am not getting on your bike, Arthur,” I said.
“Ouch, that hurts.” Arthur placed his hand on his chest in fake hurt.
I rolled my eyes. “It’s going to be fun,” he said, pulling out one of his bikes.
Fun?
I didn’t want to be scared, but my heart was racing even without getting on. I doubted my chances of not getting a heart attack. I let him convince me. He got on and gave me his hand to take.
Reluctantly, I did as he helped me on. He guided my hands to his abdomen. “Hold me tight, okay? That’s the only way you won’t fall off,” he told me.
That was meant to be a warning, but it sounded to me like a threat. The bike rode out of the garage and into the street. The wind hit me and a loud scream left my lungs at the speed we were going.
“Slow down!” I yelled, but Arthur kept going.
“SLOW DOWN!” I yelled louder.
Arthur hit the brakes, and I didn’t take his advice as I let go of his abdomen. In seconds, I found myself flying off his bike and my head slammed on a rock nearby.