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

"Ma'am, dinner's set." Dora announced, she was standing a few yards away from the door, watching Cleo as she loosed the bandage on her head.


Turning to look at her she mused. "I would pretend I didn't hear that." Dora stared at her not knowing what she meant, after a few minutes she understood, fiddling with her apron, she pronounced it awkwardly.


"Was it that hard to call me by my name? I'm not your Madam or ma'am, I'm a young woman who is held hostage in this mansion, aishh!" She yelped, she had mistakenly laid pressure in her wounded head.


"Get me iodine." Cleo said, wiping the little blood coming out of it with a cotton wool.


"Here it is, it will stop the bleeding." Dora said calmly, handling her the bottle of iodine.


As if she didn't know, she rolled her eyes at her and collected the bottle from her. "I know, Miss baby-sitter." She snapped.


Chapter 13 Day 1- pool incident