What happens when a bet turn into a real romance?
The almighty playboy, Jerry, was caught up in his own world of fantasy. He was NYC's hottest billionaire, recognized and worshipped by many.

He fought the urge of wanting more than a one night stand from Cleopatra who had him on her blacklist of players.

When you keep pushing it away and it keeps coming back stronger, what is said to be done.

That was the case with Jerry and Cleo, Jerry always shoves it down her throat that she can't get rid of him, but she always denies it.

Would she be able to hide it, for how long, they were enemies but do enemies catch feelings.

It's all a bet Cleo, don't fall for his charming looks, she would say to herself.


 

Mistaken For A Prey

~Hello boss." Richard said across the line.


~Seems she knows how to drive already."


~Yeah but I gat the doorbell running for minutes nobody answered so I thought maybe they've gone out." He reported.


~Okay. Report tomorrow by 8am, I'm sending the boys over to her place tonight." He said and dropped the call, he pushed the phone aside and drank the whole content in his whiskey bottle.


"Why did she have to go for plan A, she mustn't go to the bar tonight, why's she so bent on making me grow tired of the game."


Bella drove into the compound with loud music blaring out the car, after parking at a clear space she got down beeping the car after her.


Was such a long day, she had thought the party was never gonna end soon, with staggering steps she advanced towards her apartment, on reaching the door she met some broad assed muscle men on black suits.


Chapter 8 Do not breach the rules