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

Cleo had been hitting on her food, stabbing the turkey laps with her fork. The thing was becoming too unbearable for him, why won't she stop already, he grunts as he wished she could just bend her head and eat.


But she seems unbothered as she continued playing with her food, giving her a final stare he grumbled and she stopped to stare at him.


"Are you gonna eat or we should play with her food." His husky voice came out and she let the fork fall from her hand, shooting him a sharp glare. "C'mon, are you still mad at me?" He cooed trying to take her hand but she immediately move it.


"Don't you dare!" She shrieked and he retreated his hand slowly. "I'm I no longer disqusting?" Cleo snapped, she pushed her chair backwards and got up from her seat, matching to the sitting room.


"We can't continue like this, c'mon, I'm remorseful about it, I'm sorry." He flung his hands up in exasperation.


Chapter 12 Day 1