Her Country Billionaires: Irresistible Billionaires, #2

By Harper West

These Country Boys are gonna remind this Ex-Cowgirl how fun it is to go hog wild…

My granddaddy sure has a crazy sense of humor.
Why? Because after his recent passing, he's chosen me to run his dairy farm.
Yes, me. His chic, Gucci-wearing, New-York-City-living granddaughter who abandoned that life at just 17 years old.
So now, I'm the proud owner of small dairy farm in Wisconsin—at least for the next two weeks. That's one of the 'rules' laid out by my grandpa, and I can't sell until they're done. I expect to be up at dawn, knee deep in cow manure and surrounded by flies.
And I expect to hate every minute of it.
But then I catch sight of them. My incredibly hot neighbors, Carter and Jack, who always seem to be baling hay with their shirts off
I should stay away, especially since I technically have a boyfriend—even if he's nothing but a major jerk to me.
But sometimes, good girls do bad things.
The next thing I know, I'm embarking on one of the hottest, steamiest flings of my life! I should be focused on the future, and not on how rough Jack gives it to me in the barn. Or how Carter's strong hands and thick fingers know exactly where I need them.
Suddenly, I'm becoming a completely different person—and it scares me.
I should just forget them and move on, but with every passing day, something about this life tugs at my heart and I'm questioning if leaving is the right choice.
But that's crazy.
Because no one chooses Wisconsin's farmlands over glamorous New York City…right?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Harper West
• Release date: Apr 15, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201953287

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CHAPTER 1

Clara

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The attorney had been droning on about my grandfather’s will for quite some time.

Since our family was relatively small, it was just me and a handful of other distant relatives hoping to get a chunk of whatever he had left for us. Grandpa was a simple man, and that was abundantly clear by what few possessions he left in his will.

At no point, however, did my name come up.

As I sat there listening to everyone else get collectibles that may, at best, sell for a few hundred dollars each, I wondered if he’d left me anything at all. It wasn’t like I was in desperate need of money. Being an executive at Trance Investments paid the bills and then some, but I still expected something from him in his will.

He and my grandmother had raised me ever since I was a baby, right after my parents died in a car accident. Not leaving anything for me in his will was the equivalent of a father giving his possessions to everyone except his daughter.

The attorney turned a page in the will, and all of us continued to sit silently. The two antique grandfather clocks will go to Maddison…

I convinced myself this was his way of punishing me for leaving Wisconsin and moving to New York City, which was nothing short of cruel. Ever since I had been a little girl, my grandparents knew that I desperately wanted to get out of the country and move to a big city. They knew it was my dream, plus they encouraged me to see what life was like on the other side.

The antique China cabinet, which has been in our family for three generations, will go to Sophia…

I bit my tongue while nervously clicking my pen. It wasn’t my fault I hadn’t visited that much once I made it to New York City. Working for a financial firm meant long hours and the occasional six-day workweek. What little free time I did have was spent doing laundry, exercising, and dating Conner Brawley.

And finally, the China dishes will go to Brandon, who…

It was impossible to keep my irritability to myself. My grandfather had left me absolutely nothing in his will. His final punishment was to make me watch him hand everything off to family members who had only spent a handful of moments with them throughout their lifetime.

The attorney turned the will over one last time, and that’s when I noticed it had more verbiage. Everyone except Clara can leave now, thank you.

I straightened up in my chair, and even lowered my blazer down a bit to reveal some cleavage. What did my grandfather leave me?

As the attorney cleared his throat, I mentally prepared myself for what was hopefully something major from his estate. Your grandfather left something exceptional for you, Clara, which is why I wanted to discuss it with you in private.

I thought about what it could be, but it had been so long since my last visit, I didn’t even know what was left. I was beginning to worry I’d upset my grandfather, and that’s why he left me out.

I could tell that it was something special by the look on the attorney's face. Your grandparents, especially your grandfather, thought very highly of you, Clara. They wanted to leave you with more than just a few antiques, which is why they left you with their dairy farm.

I was a bit confused. My grandparents left me their dairy farm?

The lawyer nodded while showing me the will. It says right here, you are to become the new owner of the dairy farm. Congratulations.

I felt both sentimental and confused as to what to do next. I certainly wasn’t expecting to be left my grandparent's farm, but surely they knew I’d end up selling the place. My home is here in New York City. What would I know about running a dairy farm?

The attorney could see my point. With all due respect, that was my first thought when I saw it in the will, but people have left stranger things to people in their wills.

I had no choice but to sell the dairy farm, even though it was my childhood home. Do you do real estate sales?

He shook his head at me. Nope, that’s outside of my specialties.

That’s alright, I said while grabbing my purse, I’ll just contact an agency. Thank you for everything, though.

The attorney put his hands up, though. There’s something you need to know before you go and sell the dairy farm, Clara. Your grandfather put a stipulation in the will that states you must spend two weeks working on the dairy farm before you can sell it.

I slumped back in my chair, refusing to believe what he had just said to me. Excuse me? Are you saying my grandfather won’t allow me to sell the place until I, an executive at a financial firm, work the dairy farm for two weeks? That doesn’t even make any sense. Why would he make that a stipulation?

The attorney insisted I must work the farm before selling it, though. Look, honey, I’m just the middle-man. It’s right here, in the will. He pointed to the will, and with my own eyes, I saw that he was correct.

All I could do was nod before grabbing my purse and leaving.

By the time that I got back to my condo on the Upper East Side, all I could think about was having to work a dairy farm for two weeks. I hadn’t been on one since I left home for college several years ago, and I couldn’t remember how to keep one running.

I wasn’t about to move back to Wisconsin and run it for the rest of my life, though, so I had no other option.

Just as I was pouring myself a glass of pinot noir, my best friend called me. Rachael, you’ll never guess that kind of day that I had. Tell me about your day first, though.

Rachael owned Chateau Estate, a real estate company that catered to the elite. It was just another boring day at work, although we hired a new intern who wears the tightest trousers. I spent most of the afternoon mentally undressing him every time he walked by my office.

You are so bad, Rachael! Is that why you hired him?

Regardless of her response, I knew that was the reason. Of course not, Clara! I’m not that much of a man-eater. Now tell me about your day.

I swallowed the rest of my wine before filling her in on everything. You know how I met with the attorney today to discuss the will? I sat there for over an hour without hearing my name called once, watching as my cousins received antiques, only to be told at the very end that I’d been given the dairy farm.

Rachael laughed a little too hard on the phone. She and Conner were the only people who knew I was from the country, and while I identified more with the big city, my grandparents still meant the world to me. All Rachael had ever known was New York City.

I knew she didn’t mean to hurt my feelings, though. I’m sorry, Clara, but what the hell are you going to do with a dairy farm?

I poured myself another glass of pinot noir. I plan on selling it, but according to a stipulation, I’m not allowed to do so until after I’ve worked it for two weeks.

There was a long moment of silence before Rachael finally spoke up. Are you seriously telling me you’ll be working on a dairy farm, Clara? You milking cows and baling hay has to be some joke.

Nope, but I’m sure it’ll all come back to me eventually. I grew up on the same one, so I’m not exactly immune to country life.

Once again, Rachael laughed into the phone. I’m just picturing you in a pair of jean cutoff shorts, trying to milk a cow as it gets all over your face. Isn’t there some way around this, Clara?

According to the attorney, this is the only stipulation before I can sell it. I’m determined to work it through, Rachael, so get your ha-ha’s out now.

Rachael lowered her voice into the phone. Can you do me a favor, though? Can you please post pictures of your baling hay in high heels?

Once again, I felt myself getting irritated but figured Rachael could use the laughs. She sometimes worked longer hours than I did.

I let out a sigh before responding to her. Fine, Rachael. I’ll find someone to take a picture of me baling hay in heels. Can you lay off of me now?

Yes, and you know that I’m only teasing you. How are things going with Conner?

I rolled my eyes while sitting down in front of the kitchen window. How the hell should I know? We haven’t seen each other in a month, since he’s traveling and won’t be back for another two weeks.

Rachael was the only one who knew I was only dating Conner out of convenience. I’m so sorry, Clara. That has to take its toll on your relationship.

It’s not like the relationship has ever been a whirlwind romance, though. Even the sex is boring. The last time we fucked, I ended up on all fours so Conner could finish as I played a game on my iPad.

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I realized how tacky it sounded. Clara, please tell me that didn’t really happen.

Oh, but it did. "Conner hasn’t given me an orgasm in months, Rachael. Even he knows we’re not great together. His father wanted him to settle down with someone in our line of work and being with him is just my way of sleeping to the top."

It shouldn’t be that way, though. You’re a hard worker, and you deserve to be promoted, not to mention have sex with men who know how to make your toes curl.

I stood up and pulled down a suitcase. My life wasn’t meant to be a fairy tale, Rachael.

She made a good point, though. Nobody’s life is, Clara. But it sucks you have to settle for such a douchebag.

As Rachael continued to talk about the travesty that was my life, I pulled a photo album out of the suitcase and began to flip through the photos. They were of me as a young girl on the dairy farm. I looked so happy on the tractor, smiling for the camera as my grandfather rode it around the farm. There were also pictures of me milking the cows, which I’d have to google before heading out to the farm. My favorite photos, however, were of me standing in front of my grandparents.

Deep down, I knew I missed being on the dairy farm. I missed the simple life of waking up with the rooster, doing some manual labor, and raising farm animals. I also yearned for some real food, as opposed to all of the takeout meals I had been consuming since moving to New York City. I closed my eyes and pictured my grandmother cooking bacon over the stove while my grandfather sat at the kitchen table.

Rachael noticed that I had checked out of our conversation. Are you still there, Clara?

Sorry, I said, putting the photo album back into the suitcase. What was your question?

What are your plans? You know, now that I pointed out how you don’t remember the first thing about running a dairy farm.

I laid down on my couch and stared up at the ceiling. "Well, I guess I’m heading to Wisconsin. Two