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

We came down from the chopper and hopped into the waiting car which was packed a few distance away from the chopper and off we went.


After driving for like 25 mins the car came to a halt. "We ain't at her place yet, why stop?" I asked as I could barely see any house around.


"Sir, I'm having difficulty in getting the car to move, it must have gathered a lot of snow and the road isn't cleared." Came the husky voice of the driver.


What are we gonna do now? It's snowing terribly. How will I cope? I glanced at Cleo to see how she was doing but instead she was busy stuffing herself with gloves and socks. She brought out a black head warmer and a black coat from her bag, hmph! she came prepared, what's gonna happen to me.


"Now we have to go a long way." She sighed and pushed the door open.


"Ain't we close to your house yet?" My brows furrowed, accompanying the disturbing question.


Chapter 37 Wig Winter