Falling For The Biker

Sierra's POV

With a sigh, I shut the truck of my car and footsteps approaching made me turn around. It was my lawyer. I smiled as he approached. "Good day, Miss Sierra," he greeted on getting to me.

"Hi, Mr. Richard," my smile widened.

"Mum, I found it!" Elvis yelled as he ran out, staring at his action figure.

He raised his head and smiled at Mr. Richard. "Hi" he greeted, and hugged me.

"I found it" he waved his action figure once more, and I nodded.

"Go place it in your bag. Stay in the car, okay? I'll be there in a moment," I said, and he hummed, quickly getting in.

My little boy was eight years old and even though he does not completely understand what has been happening for the past few months, he understood the basics. However, I didn't want him in the conversation I was about to have with Mr. Richard.

"I have the documents here. You are officially divorced," he said with a small smile as he handed over the document.

I briefly opened and read what was needed. Sincerely, from the moment I signed the divorce papers, I saw myself as divorced. "Thank you. I appreciate all you've done for me so far," I said, genuinely.

The divorce proceedings were not as easy as I had expected, and I was glad to have a good lawyer at my side for a much lesser fee. "It was not a problem. I'm glad to know you are out of his home," he said, and I could only manage a small smile.

He took a peek at the inside of the car. "It seems you are traveling," he pointed out.

I nodded. "It's the holidays, so I need to pay my family a visit," I said.

It has been so long since I went over. How long has it been? So long that I cannot even count.

"Will you be back?" he asked, a frown on his face.

I glanced at the car as I thought for a second before giving an answer. "I don't know. Big cities aren't one of my best suit, but there are a lot of opportunities here. I might be back, but it solely depends on what happens while I'm away," I said.

I grew up in a small village. It was not overly noisy. Maybe it attributed to my introverted lifestyle, but it was much more cozy than the big cities, with tall buildings, fancy cars and full of hypocritical people. It can be hard living here.

In a way, I thought I would get used to the change. Different from what I was used to, but even after nine years, I was unable to get used to it. Felt out of place and, worse, made to feel ten times worse by someone who was to back me up.