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

"Why, they ain't okay with us being best friends?" Jerry pressed, staring mockingly at her.


"That would have been better," she sighed. "They don't believe best friends spend Christmas at the same roof in this 24th century, maybe because you're a playboy."


"I am not a playboy." He said behind clenched teeths.


"Yes you are!!" She retorted, glaring dragon balls at him, they maintained that position for minutes before Jerry decided to quit.


"We're courting." He raised a brow and she added, "For the pretense, you should be nice, like really nice."


He stroked his chest and said, "I get that."


But she didn't believe him, did she? She needed an honest reply from him, knowing how cunny he can be there's much to expect. "Especially to my siblings." He furrowed his brows at her.


"To be frank, I don't like what you did earlier." She said, matter of factly.


He rubbed his face, tired of her nagging attitude. "And I said I got it." He barked.


Chapter 39 Love struck