Falling For The Biker - Chapter 75: Chapter 75

Sierra’s POV
“Sierra?” Arthur snapped his fingers in front of my eyes.
I shook my head, pulling out of my imagination. I quickly pulled off the helmet. “I don’t think I’m cut out for riding today. Why don’t we postpone it to… tomorrow?” I quickly said, giving him a small smile.
“What's wrong with today?” Arthur asked.
I gave him a nervous smile as I thought of something to say. “You are not feeling too well. It’s not right you ride today. I’m sure tomorrow you’ll feel absolutely better,” I said.
I didn’t let him think it through as I passed the helmet to him and rushed out. “Sierra,” he called out, but I quickly got out of there.
I could not see myself getting on that bike after the very possibility of me falling off came to my mind. I hailed a cab and found my way home. Once home, I spotted Mum in the living room, knitting.
I joined her, plopping at her side. “Why are you sweating so much? It’s cold out,” she said.
I wiped the sweat off my face. I still could not get rid of the thought of crashing. Bikers rarely slow down. I have seen Arthur ride and I know it was too fast for me. “Nothing,” I told her.
She stared at me for a moment before returning to what she was doing. “Oh,” she said without looking at me. “Eve is-”
“Finally home,” Eve said, cutting Mum off.
She walked over with Elvis at her side. “I thought I would have to come get you,” she added.
I stood up. “You didn’t tell me you were coming,” I told her.
She shrugged. “I wanted to stop by,”
Elvis came to my side, showing me some wards of cash. “Mommy, aunty gave me money. Can I use it? I want to get a new toy,” he said.
I turned to Eve, who gave me a smile. Typical Eve. We rarely talk about Elvis and what he likes, so I guessed she didn’t know what to give to him at their first meeting. “Fine,” I said.
“Uncle Jackson! Let’s go!” Elvis yelled, staring up the stairs.
I shut my ears with my hands. In minutes, Jackson was down the stairs and Elvis waved me goodbye. “Bye Aunty. I love you,” Elvis giggled.
“I made a good impression,” Eve nodded, proud of herself. “Anyway, I want to see your paintings.”
“Is there a problem?” I asked, surprised she was asking.
“Show me,” she said.
I nodded, leading her to the basement. It is strange how a few days ago I would never have allowed her to see them, but now I felt somewhat confident. Eve stared at the paintings, studying them like some appraiser which I knew she wasn’t.
“Alright, I accept,” she said.
“Huh?” I raised a brow. “You accept what?”
“To be your manager. You have an art exhibition coming up, you need a manager,” she said.
“And you recruited yourself?” I said, amused.
“Yes,” she sighed. “Plus, I can’t forever work in my mother’s restaurant,” she leaned on a table. “Too many wild men,”
“I’m not exactly sure what new paintings to put out. Plus, I’m an emotional wreck sometimes. I doubt you can handle it,” I said.
“As your manager, I’ll make sure you have new paintings. We’ll think of all that after Christmas. So I’m your manager, right?” she looked at me expectant.
“Can I say no?” I teased, but she got the memo.
“Perfect, I need to go for a little shopping. Join me?”
“I have nothing better to do,” I said as she dragged me out of the basement.
Soon, we were strolling through the boutique. Most of the dresses Eve picked definitely weren’t her style, but when I tried to pick out ones I believed were her style, she refused them.
“Is something wrong? Why can’t you have this on?” I asked.
“I need something professional. I wouldn’t want you losing face because of me,” she said.
“I really don’t mind so long as you are comfortable,” I told her.
She took a moment, then sighed. “I need to change the way I dress,”
“Why?” I asked.
“The phase is over,” she looked away.
“You don’t sound convincing. Give me your phone. I need to call your girlfriend. I’m sure she wouldn’t accept this decision of yours,” I said, taking out my hand.
“We broke up,”
“What! Why?”
“She cheated,”
“I’m so sorry,” I said. “It seems both men and women are horrible,”
“Men are more horrible,”
“Is that why you want to change your style? You know I’ll always love you,”
“No, the phase truly is over.”
I nodded, accepting what she had chosen. We moved around for the longest of time and soon I found myself picking out clothes for myself as well. “If it isn’t the lowlife,”
I knew that voice well. I spun around to meet Yvonne and Maria with a smug look on their faces. They looked perfect together. “Who are these fools?” Eve said, loud enough for them to hear.
“One claims to be Arthur’s fiancée. And the other is an admirer claiming to also be his fiancée,”
I wasn’t sure where that boldness came from, but I loved it. And the look of shock on their faces only made it golden. Maria certainly looked like she would explode at any minute.
“I am not claiming to be his fiancée. I am his fiancée. You are nothing but a mistress,” Maria fired.
“Watch it,” Eve said, shoving Maria by the shoulder.
“What? Can’t defend yourself now so you get some even ugly low life to defend you?” Yvonne joined in, squeezing her face at Eve.
“No, I don’t need her to help me,” I said, stepping forward. I have actually had enough of them harassing me so much. “Listen up. You want Arthur, but he pays attention to me. Now, if you want me to step back, you need to take him away from me, but I am not your opponent but yourselves.”
With that, I walked away.