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 watched with blurred eyes as a stretcher rolled Cleo and Jerry into the ambulance. I pray they end up fine.


"Take good care of my son, nurse. Do everything you can to heal him." My husky voice came out the moment the nurse walked to me. I couldn't even recognize it as mine, that was a result of the countless times I cried.


"He only sustained some minor injuries." The nurse said calmly.


I shook my head in disapproval. "Does are no minor injuries, you should have seen how they dealt with my son, *Sniffs* they were so brutal…. They.. they.." I stuttered, soaked in my own tears.


"It's okay ma. We will do all we can, your son will be okay." She left a pat on my arm and left with the ambulance.


My eyes clung into space. It was supposed to be a happy and calm dinner, this shouldn't have happened, it shouldn't have…


"Mum." Merlin sniveled, pulling my arm. His eyes were puffy and red, he must have been crying non stop.


Chapter 44 Dinner Trauma