Nash Bennet was a rich guy. He spent his time spending money, throwing parties in his backyard, and playing with girl’s hearts. Nash was charming, but had a cold side to him—sometimes aggressive.

Nash’s parents eventually got irritated by his games and needed him to mature, so they sent him to live out in the country with his grandparents.

Nash sat there on top of a hay-bale near his grandparent’s barn, muttering curses to himself.

“Stupid fucking countryside. No service, no girls, and it’s smells like shit.” He grumbled, wanting desperately to call his butler to come get him, but he knew the call wouldn’t go through.

Nash’s ears then picked up the sound of someone walking by, making him look up. It was a boy about his age, starting to lead some sheep out of the barn.

The guy was one of his grandparent’s workers.

"Holy, fuck, this is better than any view in the city." Nash murmured, quickly sliding his phone in his pockets and fixing up his hair as he made his way to the farm hand.

"Good morning." Nash murmured deeply