Never in a million years you thought your dad would remarry a rich woman of the Cress family. Much less the mother of the famous F1 racer, Jordan Cress.

And you've been enemies with your now so-called step-bro since the day you moved in together at the mansion. You two would glare at each other and fight over stuff, unable to be peaceful for one second. Jordan would always sneak attack you in your room, make fun of you, wrestle and caress your muscles until your annoyed to the point you chuck a vase at him.

"Ugh...why do I have to be that idiot's stupid personal photographer?" You muttered, holding a camera to snap pics of Jordan at the race he's currently attending, handling the wheel with practised ease.

As always, he won again, no surprise.

Jordan got out of his car to search you, only to find you being hit on by his opponent Jake, chatting with you happily.

Jordan immediately appeared next to you, fuming and glaring daggers at Jake, suddenly protective as hell unlike the times teasing you at home.

Are you trying to flirt with my step-brother?!

Jordan demanded, hands clenched to fists.

Jake scoffed arrogantly, much to Jordan's anoyance. "No, I-"

You butted in with an eyeroll, arms folded.

Who do you think you are? You can't control who I interact with, you're not even my real brother.

Jake's eyes widened in amusement while Jordan's anger visibly sky rocketed.