City Girl [COMPLETED]

one: The Countryside

LISA POV

"Miss, we've arrived."

I took a deep breathe and let it go. It was more like a big sigh actually. I've arrived.

I mumbled a reply to my chauffeur, "Thanks." As I get out of the car, I wince at the touch of my shoes to the literal road of dirt. I take a few careful steps far enough to close the car door, then the smell hit me. A pungent grassy odor mixed with what I can only remember as the smell of methane... I was a city girl and I was disgusted.

After the passing of my grandfather who owns these acres of farmland, we had to claim the property, hence why I was here, standing on animal shit and taking in the horrible smells. Nothing could make this trip more fun.

"I want to go home." Home, back to my penthouse where I could get a spa treatment and or back to my cottage where I could drink wine by the terrace. Unbothered. I would be unbothered.

"It's only for the next few weeks until we can sort out our options for this farm. We can either sell it or keep it," my father said as he lit a cigarette. At this point, I'd rather light one up myself if it means my city nose won't sting from the damn grass smell.

I stepped closer to him so the smoke could ricochet in my direction but my mother caught sight and dragged me away. The only thing that was the least bit of similar to the city on this farm was the motor oil smell coming from a tractor's engine. Ugh, the farm was making me long for pollution.

"Don't forget you were raised here for the first ten years of your life," my mother said to me. We were heading towards the fence that bounded some farm animals. "I was raised here too and I don't even know if I could let go of it. It's our last of my old life. And you know more than anyone that your grandfather wouldn't want us to sell this place."

My grandfather and I were close. He was my best friend since I was young and even when I moved to the big city, we kept in close contact. He hated the city and everything about it but me.

"I want to go home." I was a city girl and I could barely remember what it like to be a country girl. All I knew was that I was a stranger to my childhood on a farm and I wanted to leave. I loved my grandfather but the farm wasn't for me. Not anymore.

"Lisa, you will have plenty of time to pamper up when you're home. Just enjoy the fresh air out here where you won't have to worry about the bustling city. You'll find a much different kind of peace and happiness out here," she spoke as she squinted at the fields.

She missed this place, I could tell. Even my father knew it, which was why he dragged me out here--to appreciate the place. If he wanted me to appreciate this, I'd put on VR glasses. I wouldn't have to wash out my nose with bleach either. God, the smell was getting worse by the minute.

"Why don't you go sit in the car and wait?" my father suggested, but my mother threw a glare. "Our city girl doesn't enjoy the country. Did you expect a different reaction from her?"

"Thank you," I said almost too thankfully. I turned and made a beeline for the cars but three steps in and I slipped and fell with my hand stuck in what I prayed was not cow shit. I closed my eyes in agony and bit my lips from complaining too badly. I didn't want my mother to lecture me when I was already upset to be here so I cursed under my breath, "God damn this stupid farm..."

"You alright there?" a voice asked. I was a man's voice but it didn't belong to my father. "Need a hand?"

I cautiously opened one eye and the other followed, then my mouth fell agape. Well, it wasn't my father...

I reached for his hand with mine but I had shit on mine and my mouth twisted in disgust. He still took my hand, though, and pulled me up with a hand on my waist that gave me tingles from his touch.

"Sorry," I mumbled about my hands. He smiled and used his shirt to wipe most of the dirt off of both my hands. "Gross."

He laughed quietly now and let go of my hands. He introduced himself as Y/N. His family owned the neighbouring farm and my grandfather had asked his family to look after this place. "He told me he was going on a trip with his family. Is he with you now? I've got some good news for him."

There was a bit of silence from my parent and I. My father hung his head slightly and my mother seemed distant. My grandfather didn't go on a trip with us or anyone. He went to the city in secret to get medical treatment and passed away without a sound. The doctors told us it was lung cancer.

"I... I'm so sorry for your loss," Y/N said and there was silence again.

Then, he stepped to the side and looked at my back, making me a bit self-conscious. Was he staring at my ass?

"You might need a change of clothes," he said, but where the hell would I get a change of clothes from on this damn farm? "I could find you some spare clothes."

"Actually, I-"

"That would be best, Y/N," my mother answered for me.

"No, I don't-"

"Lisa," she interrupted again and gave me a stern look. "He's showing hospitality. The least you could do is cooperate." She probably wanted to get rid of me so she could bask in her childhood without my complaints.

I rolled my eyes, "Lead the way country boy."

I followed Y/N away from my parents and into the barn of my grandfather's place. He seemed to be right at home around here because he seemed familiar with everything and its place. He brought me some overalls and a shirt.

"I have a few sets of clothes here for when your grandfather needs a bit of help every now and then. They'll be big on you for sure, but its better than shit on your jeans," Y/N said and stuck the pile of clothes out for me. "You can get changed in the back, or in the house, and I'll get your clothes cleaned and dried."

I slowly took the clothes from him while keeping eye contact. In that moment, my mind cleared and the putrid smell coming from the farm had left because it was replaced by the smell of Y/N's clothes in my arms. I remembered the tingle from when he helped me up with a hand on my waist and seeing him more cleared now, I might've been intrigued.

"Thanks..." I said and we continued to stand there. I didn't know where to go. How would I?

"Your grandfather talked about his granddaughter who was a city girl. 'A beautiful young lady named Lalisa. I'll shoot you with my rifle if you ever lay an eye on her,'" he laughed. "Can I assume you're who he's talking about and he's aiming for me from a distance now?"

I lowered my gazed to the clothes and smiled to myself. I missed my grandfather even more now.

"I would've shot you too if we were back in the city," I said. "But maybe not. You're handsome."

His eyebrows raised slightly and his smile turned a shy smirk.

"And my friends call me Lisa."

"Lisa..." he repeated. I could've been my own little interesting in Y/N but I swore I heard the bit of sultry in his voice when he said my name.

I stepped closer to him and tilted my chin up. "Don't be mistaken. I said my friends called me Lisa. We aren't familiar like that."

"Of course not. You're a city girl." He reached into his pocket and keys jingled in his grasp. "There's a storage room around the back. Here's the key... Lisa."

He dropped the keys on top of the clothes in my arms and backed away with a few steps before turning around and walking out of the barn. I guess this trip to the countryside could be fun after all.