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

The car sped through the streets of downtown, the whirlwind blew softly producing melodious waves to her ear. She whined down and brought out her head, staring softly at the busy streets, her mind wandered off to her last moment at William's mansion.


"How's Jerry?" He asked, stepping into the kitchen.


She was filling a glass of water and he walked to her side, leaning on the counter, his eyes not leaving hers. She took a little sip from the glass and dropped it before turning to face him.


"He's stopped snoring. His temperature is okay and I just came to have some water." She replied and he nodded.


"I can see that." He muffled, took her glass of water and drank from the exact place her lips had touched.


Her cheeks puffed as she stared at him guffley, she was practically irritated by his niche move and thinking about him gathering feelings for her was slowly making her sick.


Chapter 69 Triumph at long last