I Know You Like My Country Singing

Chapter 1

LEVI'S POV

"I can't write this shit in these conditions! If you want a country love story!? Go find someone else to write it!" I yelled.

"Levi. Calm down. You're the only writer who can handle something like this." Erwin said sternly.

"Me?! I have zero experience with love!" I snapped harshly.

He shook his head and disappointment,"I thought you and Petra were hitting it off really well. What happened?"

"She fucking cheated. That's what happened." I hissed.

Erwin nodded slowly while walking over to me,"How about this. I'll allow you to use the private company jet to Montana where the book takes place. No noise, no crowds, no screaming neighbors, only fresh air and towns people from a mile away."

I looked up to him and sighed,"I don't want you to waste you're money on something as frivolous as this."

"I don't mind it Levi. It's more money for the company in the long run if you're book sells well."

"You have a point there, I guess." I said softly.

"So it's a deal then?" He asked with a smirk, holding out his hand.

I gave in and reached for his hand, pulling it away for a split second,"If you send me to a rundown piece of shit motel, I'll kick your ass."

He chuckled and grabbed my hand,"Deal. I have a friend in Montana that would absolutely love having you in their home."

"She better be clean." I hissed.

"Oh they are." He smirked.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed my brief case off his desk,"When will I be leaving? And when will I be returning?" I asked.

"He smiled and said,"I'll make arrangements for you to leave tomorrow afternoon. And when or 'if' you come back is up to you. You make the decision on when though."

"What's with that if thing? Of course I'll want to come back. My cats are here." I hissed.

"They're going with you, no need for a month cat sitter."

"A month?!" I yelled.

"Levi, you're writing a book, not an essay. I need you to stay for as long as possible. And I'm not sure if a month is good enough, not even for a well experienced writer." Erwin said sternly.

I sighed and began to walk away,"Just make sure to have everything ready. I'm gunna go pack my things."

Erwin said his goodbyes as well as his assistant by the door. I love writing, but this company sometimes annoys me. As I walked through the halls, I thought about the person I would be staying with in Montana. At least it's not winter, I'd rather not go to another cold place, I want some warmth. My life is already cold enough as it is.

"This bitch Erwin calls his friend better have a tidy home, or I'm getting right back on that plane and coming back to my apartment. And what the fuck is with that 'if' thing? Of course I'm going to want to come back. I've been in New York all my life, this is my home. My mother raised me here, even though as a child I was almost hit by a taxi a thousand times, it's still home.

  That night, I packed a lot of clothes. Some button ups, my slacks, some sleep pants, my boxers, and some t-shirts. I made sure to pack some cat food for the trip, I'll buy some more once I get there. I got some sneakers and my business shoes. I packed one of my good cravats and a tie. 

Once all my stuff was packed, I laid in bed, thinking about Petra. "I thought you loved me." I whispered to myself,"Women, all the same. They say they love you, until they find another man whom they think is better looking. What the actual fuck?"