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 love you Cleo." The words left his mouth freely.


"I really do." He exhales, "I know I messed up big time, I know I'm the reason you're in this situation. I should have listened to you, I shouldn't have pushed you away, now you are in this goddamn bed because of me."


"It's all my fault, I'm so sorry Cleo, please wake up, please. If you remain here I would be forced to stay beside you everyday of life." He left my hand and cupped my cheeks, resting his head on mine. I felt a liquid drop on my cheeks.


Of course, no! I can't even feel myself. My eyelids lifted up a bit and I saw his face, though blurry but I can make much of the expressions he made. I wasn't crying but he was, his tears had wetted my cheeks.


"Please.. wake up Cleo." His voice quivered, making tiny whimperings. I wish I could but it's harder than you think Jerry, help me get out of this mess.


Chapter 49 Too weak to be awake