Sierra's POV
I wished this could have been avoided. Arthur knew what he was doing when he gave me his clothes and dropped me off. “What are you doing with him?” Jackson asked, angrily pointing and glaring at Arthur, who seemed unbothered.
“He came to drop me off,” I responded.
Jackson scoffed. “Drop you off?” his eyes drifted to Arthur, then back to me. “What were you doing in his suite? You stayed throughout the night. Sierra, do you not know who the f**k he is?!” he barked.
“Arthur is your best friend,” I replied, growing upset.
“And so when I tell you to stay away from him, you do that!” he yelled, then turned to Arthur. “This is your doing, huh?”
Arthur, infuriatingly calm, shrugged. “I have no idea why you would yell at the person who found, rescued and brought your sister home.
