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

"Thinking about the huge mess, Jerry is such a jerk! See what he made us go through." Christain snarled. He leaned his back on the counter, his eyes never leaving Jerry, he was in such an irritable sight, one look at him would make you hate him and Christain was so hating on him already.


He spat out irritably, tuning to face the rest as he got tired of staring at Jerry.


"Do you mind a glass?" Mia asked and he nodded. She poured him a glass of whiskey and pushed it over to him.


"What do we do now?" He muttered faintly, rubbing his fingers on the glass.


Mia sighed and sat on a stool, sipping gently from her glass, she met Christain's eyes boring into hers like a patient who was saying his last breath.


She dropped her glass and hummed, "We.. wait for the others." Her eyes fell on Mr Williams and he shrinked, his cheeks folded and his eyes wrinkled inside. It was a weak smile.


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