Falling For The Biker

Chapter 4

Arthur's POV

The moment I heard the door open behind me, I turned and quickly; I lost touch with reality. The lady standing before me was mesmerizing in every way. The look of shock and the little part of her lips as she stared at me made my insides somersault.

The feeling I could not understand, but my bad day was quickly thrown out the window at the sight of her. I took my hand out for a handshake. “Hi, I'm-”

The words sank back into me when our hands collided, and a spark quickly erupted. She quickly took back her hand. “I'm- I'm sorry,” I apologized with a frown.

She shook her head, holding her wrist. “Oh, it's okay,” she said.

Her voice was like music to my ears. “Who is it? Oh, Arthur” Jackson came to the door, interrupting our little moment.

He has terrible timing. “You didn't tell me you had someone this beautiful at home, Jackson,” I said, flashing her my brightest smile.

I saw her cheeks turn red as she looked away. Jackson shook his head. “Sierra, this is my best friend, Arthur. Arthur, my baby sister,” Jackson introduced.

“Hi,” I said as we shook. My hands almost swallowing hers. She had her eyes on our intertwined hands. It seemed she was a little worried about the spark we had felt earlier. “You have a wonderful name. I'm Arthur” I reintroduced.

“Yeah, I told her that,” Jackson said, and I shot him a deadly look.

“Hi. Nice to meet you, Arthur”.

Fuck! That voice.

Our hands remained glued to each other, longer than it should, but I didn't mind. Jackson stood glaring at me like I was trying to steal his gold. “You've met. It's okay,” Jackson said, glaring at our hands this time.

She pulled away, much to my dissatisfaction, but I refused to let that deter me. “I'll head out now with him,” Jackson told her, and she nodded, before she looked to the side, behind me.

“You're a biker,” she said.

I followed her line of sight to the bike just outside the small gate, and I nodded. “Yes, I am. Professional biker of the village. Like bikers?” I asked, rubbing the back of head.

Wouldn't be a strange thing to not like bikers, but I knew I would be hurt if she did not. She shrugged but said nothing. I was about to speak when Jackson spoke. “C'mon man, let's move,” he said, tapping me on my shoulder.

I smiled at Sierra before turning around and leaving the door with Jackson. “When did you become this excited to see the tracks? Yesterday, you almost didn't want to go,” I said, frustration in my voice.

It wasn't as though we were going there for something important. It was a new track, and we were all excited to see it. Well, that was in the past because right now, what was exciting to me was speaking to Sierra. “When did you start flirting with my sister?” he asked.

“I wasn't” I lied.

One look and I shook my head. “Even if I did, how does it have anything to do with you? Don't tell me you are an overprotective brother now. Frankly, I just haven't seen your sister in a while and would love to know her,” I said.

“I know what you want, Arthur. I've seen you flirt with a million girls,” he said.

“I don't flirt with those girls. I humour them,” I said as we got to our bikes.

“Call it whatever you want,” he said. “Get your paws off my sister”

“Is she dating someone?” I asked.

“No, but stay clear,” he said, getting on his bike.

“I won't,” I said, with all sincerity.

I stared at her once and in ten minutes; she had already taken over my mind. “Listen, Sierra isn't… she is not into a relationship right now,” he said.

“Why?” I asked, curious.

“Just stay off her, Arthur,” he said and started his engine before riding off.

I stared long enough at him, trying to understand what he meant by that. I turned to the door, and she was right there, staring and those eyes of hers were inscribed my heart. I wanted to stay, walk back to her right now and ask her out, but Jackson's words stopped me.

So, I dusted off the snow on my bike and got on it, and soon I was riding away behind Jackson. We got to the track and, as expected; it was being cleaned. The snow was getting higher with passing hours.

My manager, Mr. Rod, walked over to us with a smile. “First time you two came on time,” he teased, glancing at Jackson and I.

Usually, Jackson always avoided this. I most times would seat with his parents for a while before we headed out but today, he was such a hurry that we arrived ten minutes before we should just so I would not speak with his sister.

Mr. Rod quickly began speaking about the plans for the Christmas race and how splendid it would be with the new track. I could not pay attention as my mind was back to thinking about Sierra. With passing minutes, I slowly realized I had made a huge mistake.

“Arthur!” Mr. Rod snapped me out of my thoughts.

I hummed, trying to act like I wasn't just out of here in my thoughts. “It's been two hours, and you didn't even listen to a word of what I said,” he said.

“Talking for two hours is a lot, Rod,” I said, and he quickly gave me a look.

I raised my hands in surrender. “Fine, rude. I apologize, but why don't we do this another time? I'll be off,” I said, waving as I walked away without thinking twice.

I needed to correct my mistake.