170. The number she hates, the number she loves. It showed her in-superiority, it showed her to open her heart. 18 years old, four and a half languages (unless you include the braille and sign language), and unknown to love. Seemingly perfect, she cannot help but feel inadequate next to her older sister who always got just one number above her, so she emigrated from her disappointed family and made a new life for herself thousands of miles away.
A drunken father, a mother buried six feet under. A heart shattered from the beginning, not open to love. He barely obtained a diploma, but found himself drawn to the eastern city of Boston, a thousand miles away from the house that was never home. His intelligence is undermined by his tattoos, his motorcycle, and his leather jacket that is never more than ten feet away.
Two hearts oblivious to love, two hearts from completely different backgrounds. The differences should repel anyone, but somehow they meet despite the odds and fill in the cracks of one another's heart.
(The rest of my main characters in other books are not described and are meant for the reader to imagine however they want. But this story is specifically bwwm as I was asked to create)
Willow, a soft and innocent goody two shoes who is just trying to make ends meet to support herself and her dad, takes up a new job as a maid in one of the richest neighborhoods in the city. She expects it to be like all of the other cleaning jobs she's had until she finds out her new boss has a son her age. Isaiah, the menacing bad boy who isn't used to the rich life. He's actually used to much worse, and it shows.
Although she thinks the two are too different and Isaiah isn't the kind of person or lives the kind of lifestyle Willow is used to, she finds herself being around Isaiah increasingly often, contrary to his seemingly bad influence.
Can she handle it?
(Warning: story contains smutt scenes, second hand embarrassment worthy scenes, and mature language)