“I’ll take you, be ready in ten,” I call over my shoulder, not bothering to wait for a response.
“Pinche cabrón,” she mutters under her breath.
I don’t know what the fuck she just said—but it sure as hell doesn’t sound like a compliment.
catalina
. . .
Idrag my lifeless body inside this hellish wooden fortress. Every muscle screams at me like I just ran a marathon.
There’s dirt under what used to be perfectly manicured nails, sweat glued to my skin, and I swear I reek of horse shit like it’s my new signature scent. I collapse onto my bed, grabbing my phone off the nightstand with a dramatic groan.
Carter told me to be ready in ten minutes. Yeah… that’s gonna be a fuck no from me.
I unlock my phone, checking my notifications, not even a peep from my father. Soniceof him to care.
Can you sense my sarcasm?
Rolling my eyes, I open the group chat with my girls and start typing. If anyone’s going to hear about my tragic, ranch-girl descent, it’s them.
Catalina
You guysss, I just finished my first day at the ranch and I want to die.
Amelia
Awww, my poor baby had to work. Sending you hugs and prayers. I, on the other hand, just finished a ten hour tattoo session, my best work yet.
Layla
You go gurlllll. I’m currently editing a video that will be uploaded tomorrow. But anyways, you never told us if he’s hot or not.
Layla
TELL USSS.
Catalina
Layla, calm down. He’s hot, okay? But it’s weird because he’s friends with my dad.
Amelia
So? Have some fun, ride that cowboy.
Layla
Yeah, ride him.
Catalina
Ladies, relax. Ugh, I have to shower and go into town and look for a job. He’s driving me.
Amelia
ooooo fun, text us later. Love you!
Layla
