Love In Fast Lane | levi ackerman

𝙃𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨.
𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙪𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨.

They say opposites attract.

But what happens when two people with the same sharp tongue, the same refusal to bow down, and the same "I don't do love" policy get forced into each other's orbit?

Enter Levi Ackerman Formula 1's cold-blooded prodigy. Precise, untouchable, allergic to anything that isn't victory. To him, people are distractions, emotions are weaknesses, and PR managers are a necessary evil.

Then there's you: razor sharp, unbothered, and with enough attitude to shut down a boardroom. Love? Please. You wo rather build an empire than waste time falling for anyone especially a man with an ego the size of Monaco.

Too bad fate just shoved you into his lane you're his new manager. Which means schedules, interviews, photo shoots and surviving the constant war of words that sparks every time your eyes meet his.

You're not here to fall in love. He doesn't believe in it either.

Yet somewhere between spilled drinks, late-night arguments, racing chaos, and the kind of chemistry neither of you asked for, the line between hate and want begins to blur.

This isn't a fairytale.

This is a battlefield.

And the last one left standing might just lose the very thing they swore they'd never give.