Boots and Billionaires

1~Southern Hospitality

Maisie's pov
                                 June 5th

"Lucille! Get the little one!" I'm not sure what happened, but I woke up to a call from my aunt Jane saying the goats were out. Living here has become one of my worst nightmares. Don't get me wrong, I love the outdoors and having livestock.. but damn this heat is messing with me. It's 6 in the morning, and it's already 90 damn degrees. Chasing a couple goats while the temperature is sitting at a crisp hell-like temperature.. it's like hell on earth at this point.

"I'm trying, Mais!! The bastard keeps trippin' me and runnin' while I'm down!" Lucille isn't the kind of girl to sit outside and torture herself in the heat like me. Matter of fact, she was just asleep in her cute little nightgown that I make fun of her for. The way too expensive, soft pink, satin fabric that she can't sleep without. She has multiple of the same ones, just in different colors.

"Damnit, Luce. Tackle the damn thing before I do!!" I'm holding an almost grown goat in my hands, and he fucking stinks. Now, I can't wear my damn shirt to sleep in again. I roll my eyes and hand her the goat after walking up to her, then I go on to try and get the little one. "Uhm, Mais? Who the hell are they?" I look back at Lucille worried about the tone she's using, to find two grown men walking down my driveway, looking awfully out of place.

"Hell if I know, just hold onto Panky. She'll bite if needed." Do not ask about the name, we were intoxicated when she got here. Then, as if this is a normal occurrence, I get back to chasing Usain Bolt. Holy shit he's fast. "Get back here, fucker!" With one last shout, I take the chance and leap at him, planning on tackling it. But no, I only end up looking stupid with my face in the dirt. "Lucille! I'm about to get rid of these damn goats!" Then, if matters can't get any worse, the two men step two feet in front of me and then to a halt. I look up from the dirt and both men are holding their hands out, but no, I can get up on my own.

I groan loudly and drop my head into the dirt again, giving myself a moment of weakness before I have to talk to strangers.. and chase down this goat. "My aunts house is the first one on your right. Go see her for whatever you need." I look up at one of the men, specifically the one in the suit. He's got the prettiest blue eyes and a ridiculously good-looking smile. I move my eyes away from him and to the other man. He's got darker blue eyes and a scowl on his face that I suddenly want to slap off his damn face. "Shit, where's the goat? Lucille!? Where'd you go?!" I jump up to my feet, ready to get away from these men. I look around to see that I'm now left with these two men that look scared to get dirty.. and a goat that only wants to get dirty. Fuckkkk.

"Panky, I'm puttin' your son up for adoption!That little fucker." I throw both of my hands on my head, suddenly overwhelmed and frustrated about the audience. "Make yourselves useful before I shoot you for trespassing." I walk down the long driveway and try to sneak up on the goat, and this time I finally get him. I open my arms in a wide bear hug and wrap my arms around him in a gentle tackle. "I'm naming you Flash, you fast son of a bitch." As I'm having my moment of peace I sit back against the barn doors I caught him by. I hold him in my arms and lay my head on him, taking in the light breeze blowing on my face. Then it's ruined. "Hey blondie? It'd be nice to welcome your guests with respect." There goes my mood, I got to deal with them now? Seriously.

I get back on my feet with Flash in my arms, heading to the fence we've got the goats in. Only to be followed the whole way there and watched as I get Flash back in it. Then, Lucille pops back into my sight, suddenly I'm much more comfortable but also frustrated. I turn around and lift my body onto the fence, looking at the boys back and forth. "Listen, I don't know why you're here or where the hell you came from. I also don't know who shoved that dildo up your ass when you did get here.. but I don't need to give a damn person an ounce of respect when they're on my property with no good reason."