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

Enjoying the cool of the pool, Cleopatra swam across to the other side, she would stop to pour herself some juice. She had barely stayed some minutes when a ferocious Jerry dashed in, yelling her name.


Quickly, she stepped out and helped herself with a towel hanging from the chair. On wrapping it she shouted angrily. "Yes, what is it?"


Jerry walked closer to her and yelled at her face, "how dare you swim in my pool without my consent." She scoffed and fling her hair leaving splashes of water all over him.


"Are there rules not to?" She raised a brow, getting no reply. She took some steps forward, almost walking out on him but he caught her arm and pulled her back roughly, earning a wince from her.


"Where do you think you're going?" Came his cold voice, husk and deep.


Rolling her eyes at him, she threw him a reply, "my room."


Chapter 14 Rules and regulations