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

After hours of touring the snow kingdom as Jerry would have it, they arrived at her house, Cleo stood at the doorway contemplating if to ring the doorbell or not, her hands suddenly felt numb, becoming too heavy for her to raise.


Jerry grumbled at her, what is wrong with her? Haven't he suffered enough, if this is really her house she should do the needful. With beady eyes he pushed her aside and pressed the doorbell, Cleo gasped and hugged her chest.


She awaited the dreadful moment of her mom peeking out her head and yelling her name but guess it never came. "Why is it taking them so long to get to the door?" Jerry panicked, was it until he grows old and frozen or they probably didn't hear it, he pressed the doorbell again and again and again but seams the people inside were dead, he brought his hand forward ready to press it again but Cleo grasp his hand immediately, stopping him from damaging her dad's birthday gift.


Chapter 38 Home at last