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

"I'm feeling hot." Tristan said, taking off his shirt at the garden.


Cleo had asked him to join her on a walk around the compound and he happily accepted it. Cleo was so engrossed in watching the little birds fly that she didn't hear a thing Tristan said. She clasped her hand and squeaked, pouting in a direction.


"Ooh, what a sweet little bird, Tristan did you see that." She turned swiftly to face Tristan who was some inches away from her, in the process she just her head on his chest making him falter, but he was quick to hold himself from falling.


Slowly she raised her neck up and the vision she saw almost made her scream. Her eyes ogled from his chest to his waist line and then to his face, she let out a quiver as her eyes met his.


With a jolt, she made an abrupt move and then gasped. Her lips searched for words to say as his gaze pinned on her face. She licked her lips and brought her eyes down. "Why are you shirtless?" She twitched.


Chapter 32 Spies and Players pt 2