When Love came knocking WLCK

"Ouch!"

Lolita rubbed her nose, her heavily medicated glasses falling to the ground alongside an iPad Pro 12.9" tablet. The right lens of her glasses seemed to have broken off from its rims, the bridge has broken apart too. For the tablet... Oh well, the screen looks like millions of tiny glass ants struggling for their last meal. But this was the least of Lolly's worries at the moment.

Gosh! It hurts. Was her nose broken as well?

"Little girls shouldn't go running along the walkways. They often brake what they can't afford," a cold voice cut into her thoughts.

Lolly looks up into the face of a handsome stranger who seemed to be talking to her. All she could make out was a blurry cold face. Her vision was bleary since her glasses obviously have chosen to get broken and leave her to her blurry fate. Great! The day couldn't get any worse!

"Are you talking to me, Mister?"

The man ignored her. Raising his index finger, two men in dark goggles approached him.

"I don't have time for this. Sort this out." With that said, he began to walk away.

Lolly became much annoyed at the way he ignored. Cocky much!

"Hey Mister, I am talking to you. You broke my glasses, and you may have broken my nose as well."

The arrogant man paused in his steps. He turned slowly and fixed his dark grey eyes on her.

"Trust me, little girl, when you get the bill, you'll wish you'd have broken more than your nose or glasses."

*********************************
Lolita Jones is a 5ft 5" tomboyish nerdy young lady. A 20-years old high school dropout, the only thing Lolly has going for her is her quick wits and high IQ even though there may be nothing so remarkable about her features. The most important mission in her life is to complete her studies, find a stable job with a comfortable means of income than her current meager pay to take care of herself and her 7-year-old little brother, Skyler.

Xavier Harris, CEO of Harris Conglomerates, cold, aloof and distant. Never loves to mingle and sure holds a strong aversion to those he refers to as "Meddling-Annoying-Chatty-Flirty-Ladies (MACFL).

What happens when a nerdy tomboyish little lady meets an aloof, cold and distant, successful heir?