Falling For The Biker - Chapter 92: Chapter 92

Sierra's POV
My breath got caught in my throat. My grip on Arthur only tightened. He tensed up, glaring at Neil, who had a bright smile on his face as he leaned back, legs crossed and arms spread.
The looks on the men and woman around the table were one that looked like they had seen a ghost. They all stared at Neil, surprised he was ready to go that far.
Arthur was about to speak, but I held him down, gently. He turned to me with his brows furrowed, but I gave him a calm smile. He only relaxed a bit, but it was more than enough as I turned to Neil.
“I'll pass,” I said calmly, trying my best not to dig my fingers into Arthur's skin.
Neil smiled. The more I looked at it, the more I felt uneasy. “Two glasses of the hottest alcohol,” he said, grabbing a bottle at his side.
He twirled the cap open before filling two glasses with no restrictions. He passed them to me with his smile still intact. “Drink up,” he said.
I stared down at the glasses in front of me. I had taken seven glasses. So far, I didn't feel too drunk as it seemed it was diluted, but this — it wasn't diluted.
“I'll drink for her,” Arthur said, grabbing the first glass.
Before he could finish that, I grabbed the other, gulping it down. I tried to ignore the burning sensation it had in my throat. Once the glass was empty, I dropped the glass on the table, breathing hard.
“You shouldn't have,” Arthur told me, but I shook my head.
“Let's go on,” Neil said.
Fortunately, the bottle landed on anyone but me. The game was fun when Neil was not trying to make me a target. Then the bottle landed on Arthur. No one wanted to take the lead this time, so Neil was forced to take it.
“Truth or dare, cousin,” Neil winked with a smile.
“Truth,” Arthur said quickly.
Neil smirked as though Arthur fell right into his trap. “What will you do if Stephanie walks in right now?” he asked.
I wasn't sure who this Stephanie was, but I felt Arthur tense up and not in a good way. For a moment, the table turned quiet, the cousins having a stare down between themselves.
Arthur smiled, then shrugged. “Nothing,” he simply said, his voice flat.
He sighed, getting on his feet. “Merry Christmas everyone. We'll leave you all to it,” he said to others.
He dragged his eyes to Neil, smiled, took out his phone and only tapped on the screen once. “Merry Christmas, Cousin,” he finally said, then led me out of the bar.
“I'm sorry about Neil. He acts too impulsively,” Arthur said, and I smiled, nodding.
“I understand,” I said.
Arthur checked his phone. “It's just ten o'clock. We could do something else,” he said, and I obliged.
I was glad to have accepted. I knew I was half drunk, but it was perfect. The alcohol helped me not to overthink, coupled with having Arthur around me.
The not so nice incident of the day didn't seem to make any more impact on me. I knew Neil was targeting me. Maybe to get me to run away and stay away from Arthur, but that surely failed.
Not when Arthur was the best thing that happened to me this Christmas. I never expected I would find myself again, not after Vance.
Especially not after all I went through, but the opposite happened. I was right here with Arthur. I pouted at the thought of not dating him. I craved that part, but I couldn't rush it.
I only met him a few weeks ago. Yes, I loved him. To myself, that fact cannot be denied, but we needed more time. Especially for Elvis.
With our hands intertwined, we headed back home. “Arthur,” I said softly.
He hummed beside me, staring at the night sky before turning to me. I halted, raising my drunken head. “Who's Stephanie?” I asked.
I had tried to keep silent about it. Whoever that person was must be significant, and for some strange reason, it felt almost sentimental to Arthur. I couldn't keep silent about it anymore.
Arthur stayed quiet for a minute as I watched the emotions in his eyes flicker. He held my face, giving me a soft smile. “She is not important,” he sighed. “But if you want to know, I'll tell you tomorrow when you are sober.”
I frowned, pouting. “I am sober,” I argued.
Arthur chuckled, his chest vibrating under the palm of my hand. “You are not,” he said.
“Why say that?”
“You've kissed me so much my lips are swollen,”
“And who said I can't do that sober?”
“I didn't say you can't but you don't,”
I pulled him in by the shirt, blinking sluggishly at him. On closer look, his lips sure were swollen, but I certainly cannot resist them. They were just too enchanting.
I pressed my lips on his briefly before pulling away. I walked past him, my steps zig zagged. I heard Arthur chuckle behind me, and just as I was about to turn around and question him, a gasp escaped my lips as he carried me off the ground.
“I can walk on my own,” I told him, even though I leaned in, my lips on the crock of his neck.
“I'm not letting you walk anymore,” he said, and I hummed, getting sunk into his beautiful scent.
“How are you not drunk?” I muttered under his skin.
“I didn't hear you, love,” he said.
I pulled away a little. “You drank with me. Why don't you feel drunk?” I pouted, resting on his shoulder once more.
“I can hold down my liquor,” he said.
“Are you saying I can't? That's unfair,”
My words were met with an amused chuckle. From a distance, I spotted my house. The lights were out as it seemed they had all gone to bed. However, the Christmas lights outside were still shining brightly.
It took a few more steps closer for me to spot someone seated on the porch. Squinting my eyes to see, my first thought was Jackson, but it wasn't.
“Ri... Richard?”