Aspen Jones Dolan
I am the only daughter of my mom but third to my father and the heiress of a fortune pass down to my mom.
I have everything in life,I am the one you call a spoiled brat.
But I went out of control and when my mom had the last straw...
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I sneaked out the mansion this morning.
I didn't want anyone to see me. By anyone I meant Ocean. I love her but she is getting really annoying these days.
She always up in my business and I don't like that.
I tip toed out of the house holding my boots and summer hat. I am keeping my promise of helping Alessio on the farm today.
By the time I got there no one was around so I begun working.
These farmers are lazy,they don't water the crops enough,they don't prune the edges,they don't remove the weak one. Don't get me started started on the weeds.
Does Piper and Dario pay them because I don't expect this from people who get paid.
This is why I always admire my mom and Uncle Jayden,you are going to be fired if they deem you incompetent of doing by the job. I guess the way of the Jones is different from others.
By the time the sun came out I was half way through watering and removing every hindrance in the plant's growth.
"Wow. You did all this?"I hear familiar voice of Italian struggled English say from a distance before I felt the shadow near me.
I looked to see Alessio standing beside me looking sexy as usual.
"Yep"I simply reply.
Thank God for my hat for blocking the sunlight from my face.
Now I get a better view of his face,fuck this man is an Adonis.
A fucking Greek God.
"What time did you come here?",he says and I stopped removing the weeds from the plant and stood up.
"Since dawn"I shrug but his jaw falls on the floor.
"I am so sorry for keeping you waiting..I didn't think you'd show up"he says,it took some seconds to understand him because of mispronounciaton.
"I don't stand up my friends Alessio. You've wounded me"I say dramatically putting my hands on my chest fanning hurt.
"I am sorry bella" he mutters and something happens in my chest.
He called me beautiful. He thinks I am beautiful. I can't help the red heat crawling up my face.
I don't blush at boys compliments,but he different. They way he says it is different. Thank God for the sun,I can blame it on the heat.
It isn't that I haven't gotten compliment before,I have. I do get them everyday from my mom and dad. They send me a good morning text every morning reminding me of how beautiful and strong I am.
Don't get me started on my brothers, cousins, uncle, aunts,grandma and grandpa from both parents.
I am used to the compliment but him saying it is a entire thing.
