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

Mia stood giantly at the doorway, awaiting Tristan's return. She had ordered the maids to search everywhere for him, he possibly can't hide from her, can he?


She was tired of waiting already, why won't he just come. With eyes popping out dazzling round the compound and ears standing erect she stamped her feets on the floor, clenching her fist, she was mad.


"You!" She flared, "where have you been, breakfast is almost set." She spoke huskily the moment Tristan walked in.


She didn't bother about the tired woman standing beside him, she just wanted him to explain to her why he dashed out of the house without informing her.


Tristan, stupefied at the behavior she just portrayed before, looked at her for some seconds trying to figure out what problem she had with him going out.


Seeing that she wasn't ready to drop the long face she wore he decided to act cool and get her a disturbing answer. "I went for a run with my partner." He said, smiling at Cleopatra.


Chapter 31 Spies and Players