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

Jerry won't let me wear what I want, he has been walking around my room non stop, reminding me how time wasn't on our side, I mean how is that even possible.


It's not my fault I don't like the clothes his mom bought for me and me throwing clothes everywhere looking for a perfect dress to wear is that part of me I can't stop, especially on dinner dates where I have to dress to impress.


Those are rich people who find fault in everything you do and judging by what Davin told me there are a lot of fishes I need to avoid in the pool, courtesy of Mia and Christan. We are having dinner here, in this same mansion and gosh, why won't he stop probbing me.


My eyes fell on a black lace flawless dress and I grinned, hugging it to my chest and that was when the pestering voice sounded again.


"Are you still in there, do I have to ring it to your ear that everybody is already seated." He repeated the exact words he had said ten minutes ago.


Chapter 28 Dinner Date