Falling For The Biker - Chapter 98: Chapter 98

Sierra's POV
I held my paint brush lightly, staring at the clear sky. The snow had left just as quickly as it came. I moved my brush, smearing paint on the canvas paper.
I let my brush work, my mind half into what I was painting. This was the first time in years I was painting. I was surprised I still had it in me. Eve sat across from me, also painting.
I couldn't see what she was doing, and neither could she see mine. “Are you going to tell me what's going through your mind?” Eve finally spoke.
We've been here for over an hour. The sound of the leaves dancing on the trees and the cool air of the wind touching my skin was the right ambiance I needed right now. It was calm. Calmer than the chaos that seems to be happening in my life.
I hadn't said a word since we got here. I only told her I needed to paint, and she was excited. I didn't think she would spot my troubled mind so easily. “What if there is nothing going through my mind?” I dabbed the paint on my palette.
“I know you, Sierra. And, it's written all over your face. The wrinkles on your forehead has only gotten deeper in the minutes we've been here,” she pointed out.
“I'm guessing it's about Arthur,” she added.
I sighed, placing the palette down. “I think he is lying to me,” I said.
Eve hummed. “Lying? What did he do?” she asked, focused.
“That's the issue. He didn't,”
“Then why do you think he is lying to you?”
I explained everything to her and she listened attentively. “This Richard is the lawyer who helped you with your divorce?” she asked once I was done.
I hummed. “And he has never confessed to you?” she asked.
“Does that have anything to do with this?” I asked.
“Just answer, Sierra. Has he ever told you he likes you?”
“Yes, twice back in the city. While I was married to Vance, and the other during the divorce. I've only addressed it twice. Once back then and one now, but he said he likes someone else,”
“Did he say a name?”
“Is that necessary? The good thing is he no longer likes me. There's no reason for him to do all that unless he wants to protect you,”
“I love you Sierra, but you come on,”
“He doesn't like me,”
“That's what you think. He does and you aren't seeing it,”
I stayed quiet for a moment. “This isn't about Richard but Arthur. He is the one who did wrong,” I told her.
“And what did he do?” she asked.
I took out my phone and played the recording. Arthur's voice came through the speakers. “I don't like her. She is a divorcee. I'm a famous biker. I can get who I want when I want. She is only a stand in until I find the best for me. She should not get ahead of herself,”
Once the recording ended, I swallowed, raising my head to Eve, who still did not look convinced. “You still do not believe me? Look,” I said, swiping through my phone to the video message.
I passed the phone to her and she watched it. It ended and she replayed it. Again. And again. “I don't believe it,” she finally said.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Do you believe this, Sierra? You think he would do it? A man who knelt before everyone to confess to you,”
I stayed silent. I didn't. No matter how much it seemed like the truth was being shoved in my face, my heart was telling me something else. “If I lie to you, will you believe me?” I said.
Eve smiled. “Even if you want to use words to deceive me, your actions snitch on you,” she said, making me raise a brow in question.
“Look around Sierra,” she walked towards me, her hands motioning for the scenery. “Do you think I don't know?”
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“This place isn't too far from Arthur's house. A little stroll, and we'll get to his house. Which means even though you try to make it seem like you are upset with him, you aren't,” she said.
“That doesn't mean anything,” I said, folding my arms defensive.
She grabbed the canvas from the easel and stared at the painting. “What about this?” she said, spinning the paper around to show me what I had been painting for over an hour.
Arthur.
Shirtless.
“You were quite detailed,” she teased.
I snatched the paper from her, folding it up. “Accept the truth, Sierra,” Eve said.
“What truth?”
“You love him, and you know deep down Arthur wouldn't say or do that,”
“What about the recordings?”
“I can't say anything about that, but one thing I can say is that Richard dude is fishy. I haven't met him, but I don't like him. He sounds creepy,” Eve said.
My phone rang and Arthur's name flashed on the screen. I stared at it for a moment, but ended the call. Eve gave me a look. “I'll head to his house,” I told her, and a smile spread across her face.
I hadn't taken any of his calls nor replied his text messages. Whenever he came around, I avoided him. We needed to talk, and it couldn't happen through the phone.
I wasn't sure if I needed to apologize, but one thing was certain. I needed him to explain to me what it all meant. Did he really see that way? My heart raced with that possibility, and it hurt.
After packing up, we were about to leave when Mum called. “Hey, Mum,” I said.
“Come home, quickly!”