Falling For The Biker - Chapter 91: Chapter 91

Sierra's POV
It didn't take long for me to understand what videos and pictures he was talking about. His parents wanted to ruin me, which could make Arthur pull away.
I got up, already in Arthur's shirt, as I crawled over to him. “You're awake,” he said.
I hummed. “You can leave the photos and videos up. I don't mind,” I told him.
From his tone, it seemed it would be difficult to get those photos down. I didn't want to cause an issue. “If they keep staying up, the people might come for you. I can't,” Arthur argued.
“I can handle it. It's just a little people, anyway,” I tried to brush it off.
Arthur shock his head. “Your exhibition happening soon cannot afford that. And Elvis might not be able to handle it as well,” he said.
I stayed quiet, getting his point. Especially when it concerned Elvis. I would not want him hurt because of this. A knock came to the door and Arthur got off the bed to answer it.
It was a man this time. I remembered him as Arthur's assistant, but not sure I remember his name. He handed over a bag and left almost immediately. “What's that?” I asked.
Arthur placed the bag at my side, gesturing with his eyes to open it. I did and found a beautiful peach evening dress with in. It was a one shoulder mini dress with a cutout in the belly area.
“Try it on,” Arthur urged.
I packed up and went into the bathroom. Taking off his shirt, I realized there were so many hickeys on my body. I doubted it would be covered properly with the dress.
Putting on the dress, it hugged all my curves perfectly. I still wasn't sure how he was able to get my size, but it was perfect. I let my hair fall around my shoulders.
That covered the most of the hickeys. I applied a little more lip gloss, and I looked breathtaking. “You look horrible in that,” Vance's drunken voice echoed at the back of my mind.
I stared down at my face in front of the mirror. If it were a few weeks ago, those words would have affected me. Not now though. I felt alive, better and a different version of myself.
Months of therapy didn't do the trick. It only took Arthur. A smile came on my face as I twirled in front of the mirror. I stepped out of the bathroom to find Arthur fully dressed.
He stared down at his phone, typing away. Slowly, I approached and his eyes slide away from his screen to me. From my head to my bare feet. Without a word, he gave out his hand, which I took.
Watching my step and guiding me, he made me take a seat before grabbing my shoes. Carefully, he took off the bandage on my ankles, which from a few hours of rest, I felt better.
With that gone, he slid my legs in my heels, his fingers delicate on my skin. He helped me up, his hands finding the opening on my dress, his touch lingering.
He kissed the nook of my neck before nibbling my earlobe. “You get prettier every day,” he whispered, his voice low and seductive.
“Where are we heading?” I asked.
“The bar. Christmas isn't over yet and so we need to celebrate,” he said.
The bar he took me to was definitely not one I expected. It was luxurious from the very entrance. This certainly wasn't meant for the middle class. He led me to the VIP room and others were already seated.
I could only recognize a few faces. “Hey, Arthur, join us!” Neil yelled from his seat, waving at us.
Arthur led me to the seat. “Where's Jackson?” he asked once we were seated.
“He left with some chick a moment ago,” Ian replied, seemingly back to his casual self.
Arthur nodded. “You came right on time, Arthur. Let's play a game,” Neil said.
Arthur turned to me, his eyes questioning me. I smiled, giving him a slight nod before Arthur agreed to join in on the game. “The more you lose, the more drinks you have. Deal?” Neil said, looking around the table.
“Deal!” all chorused.
The game began, and it's safe to say in the first ten minutes I had six glasses. “I'm horrible in this game,” I chuckled, wiping my lips after downing after glass of liquor.
Arthur shot Neil a look I could not quite decipher. “Alright, let's change the gear a little bit. Truth or dare,” Neil said.
All clapped, fully ready. “Each person has four dares and a truth. Fail to carry out your dare and you have to take two glasses of alcohol,” Neil set the rules.
“Arthur, spin the bottle,” Neil said, his eyes boring into Arthur as though daring him to do it.
Arthur stared at Neil for a minute before spinning the bottle. The bottle spun quickly and slowed down in seconds before finally stopping. All eyes lifted off the bottle to the person whom the bottle pointed at.
Me.
“Perfect,” Neil said, rubbing his palms together and licking the side of his lips.
“Ian, do it," Neil said, but Ian raised both hands in surrender, shaking his head.
“Davies? Shawn?” Neil tried getting the guys to do it, but they all shook their heads, refusing to do it.
Arthur's eyes stared down at them as though he could burn them. “Seriously Arthur?” Neil said. “Fine. I'll do it. Truth or dare, Sierra,”
I thought for a minute before speaking, “Dare,”
The smile on Neil's face made me uneasy. I shifted in my seat as I waited. “I dare you...” he paused, conveniently making my heart race.
I swallowed, watching him look around with that mischievous glint in his eyes. When the remaining words left his mouth, I soon regretted agreeing to playing this game with them.
“...to call your ex-husband right now.”