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 raised my chin and met Tristan's pleading eyes, they stared into mine with such pity that reeks. "I'm I really greedy?" He bent his head and scoffed and just staring at him I knew the words he was gonna say next and I'm not sure I wanted to hear it.


Enough of all the pity parties, I was greedy, selfish. I wanted to own him all to myself, I stopped talking to him but I wanted him to continue talking to me. He proved his love and I didn't, he decided to change but I stuck to my old beliefs.


I never really saw him as the man I love, he was rather the playboy who claims he loves me. I got fond of him. It was never really mutual on my part, he changed but I was too stupid to see it.


I accused him of his past but when he tries to show me how much of a changed man he was I would bring up a fight. He started going to the club because of me, he drank to stupor because of me, I broke him, I really did and it's all my fault.


Chapter 63 Fight for justice