10 RULES OF OUR ❤️‍🔥 LOVE

10 RULES OF OUR ❤‍🔥LOVE.

LOLA ERIKSON'S POV 

 I sat down on a car bonnet in the workshop, looking at a man who had just driven in with his daughter. She was a beautiful chocolate skinned young girl jumping around and asking her father questions on some things she saw in the workshop. I stared at them and wandered how I was when I was her age. Was I timid? Or maybe I was more vibrant than she was. I couldn't help smiling as I tried to imagine my younger self in different scenarios. 

 My name is Lola Erikson, and I'm the only child of my poor parents. I have no memories of my childhood, so I enjoy watching little children.

 "Hey beautiful," I heard someone say really close to me. I looked up and realised I had been so cut up in my imagination that I didn't know when the man walked up to me. His little girl was still playing around his car.

 "Hello, Sir," I said as politely as I could, looking up and smiling a little bit.

 "I could see you checking me out from the distance, and I decided to come over. By the way, you look really hot in that uniform of yours, I could pump a baby into you right here and now, " he said, and I felt a shock wave go through my system. Did he just say that to me? Is that respectful in the slightest way? Did he think I was checking him out because I was staring at his daughter?

 I took some seconds to reply and tried not to be disrespectful to a customer. 

 "I wasn't checking you out or staring at you, Sir," I said and decided it was time to leave.

 I had barely taken a step when I felt a hand grab my waist, pulling me closer to himself. I turned immediately and instinctively gave him a hot slap on the cheeks.

 It took him some seconds to register what had just happened. 

 "Did you just slap me?" He asked, walking closer to me aggressively, but my co-worker Lucas intercepted him and stood in front of him.

 "Your car is ready, Sir. I have to deliver it to you, so I can go ahead and secure the CCTV footage for today," Lucas said, and the man immediately got the message. He either left without creating a scene or he gets into a big mess. 

 He took his car keys from Lucas, took a glance at me, walked to his car, and drove off with his daughter. As his car faded into the distance, I couldn't help but feel pity for the little girl who had to go through life with such a man as a father.

 "Thank you," I said, turning back to Lucas, who I felt really grateful to for defending me.

 "I'm sorry about that, and you don't need to thank me," he said, and I smiled. He calmed me down and went back to his work.

 Some days were like this. Shitty customers could come in and choose to throw their shit on me. It's probably because I am the only female mechanic in this workshop. I sighed and got back to fixing the car whose bonnet I was previously sitting on.

 Hours Later.

 I had closed from work and was heading back home. I silently prayed within me that my friend and roommate Kira had prepared some food. I was just so exhausted and tired.

 "Damn!" I heard someone utter angrily, and I turned to see a very handsome man in front of his car whose bonnet was open, trying to fix his car. I could see that he had no idea what he was doing, and if he continued, he would totally destroy the car. 

 "Hello, what going on with your car? Let me see if I can help you," I said, but the next words I heard got me so angry that I couldn't hold myself back.

 ANDREA PETER

 I have not been so angry in like forever!

 "I'm sorry sir, I can't make it to work today," That was what my driver called to tell me this morning. Who does that? What lousy work ethics! I don't employ or trust just anyone to drive me, so I had to take myself to my company this morning, and now, on my way back, my car just broke down. 

 My name is Andrea Peters, and I'm the son of Jackson Peters, the richest man in Canrany. I've got lots of enemies and admirers, and women can do anything to have me to themselves. Why won't they? Snagging me would be the best thing that ever happened to them, but that would be impossible.

 I called my mechanic and personal assistant, but they seem to be taking a long time to get here. I opened the bonnet and stood in front of the car, trying to fix it magically. I knew I could get it worse than it was, but I cared less.

 "Hello, what's going on with your car? Let me see if I can help you," I heard a lady say, and of course, I got angry.

 These ladies and their unrealistic schemes! She must be one of my daily stuckers, who wants to leverage on this opportunity to get in my bed, cage me with a child, and get some billions of dollars from me.

 I wasn't having that today.

 "Get the hell away from me," I sparked angrily, and I turned to see a very beautiful and slender lady behind me, looking as innocent as an angel. She looked different from all the women that have ever thrown themselves at me. I immediately felt bad for shouting the way I did.

 "Stupid jerk!" She screeched at me, throwing her head back in complete disgust.

 "Did you just call me a stupid jerk?" I shouted, losing the little bit of remorse I had felt after shouting at her.

 "You know what? You look like a dumb entitled jerk, I should never have offered to help," She said, and I felt a pit of anger rising within me.

 Lola Erikson

 Why would he talk to me that way? What gave him the guts? I just had to meet two mad people all in one day. One at the workshop, and now this? It felt really annoying, and I just couldn't hold back.

 Three cars pulled over behind the man's car, and I understood that he was one of those rich people who didn't care about others. I continued walking home, and when I had barely taken ten steps away from him, I heard something that made my heart jump right into my stomach.

 "Get her!" I heard the man shouting, and two hefty looking men started coming after me.

 "Oh my God," I muttered and began to run as fast as I could with my tiny legs. 'What have I gotten myself into?' I thought within me, wishing I could just dissappear. 

 I couldn't get far when the men caught up with me and picked me up like a doll. They threw me into a car and drove off behind their heartless boss. I kept crying and screaming, but nothing changed, and I got no help. Where were they taking me to? Who was he? What have I gotten my self into? All these questions kept going through my mind, and I couldn't help but cry all the way to my unknown destination.