Wanna make a bet?
I bet you I can make any woman in New York famous.
The lanky girl with the unfortunate haircut who works in the bike shop?
Sure, you’re on. I’ll date her, do her, and make her shine.
And I bet I can do it all without falling for her.
I never make a bet I can’t win. So when I bet my friend I can make any girl in New York just as famous as me, he picks one for me.
Ruth Biederman. She works in a bike shop in Brooklyn. She’s got a nice smile and some cute freckles, but everything from her hair to her clothes are a total disaster. I’ve got my work cut out for me.
First, I’ve gotta get her to date me. Easy enough, right? I’m not just a billionaire, I’ve got the charm to back it up. She’s as good as mine.
But it turns out she’s suspicious. Go figure.
I convince her I’m legit, and we go out a few times. We start making headlines too, turns out that dating down really brings my reputation up.
Just when things are looking good, I make the one mistake I swore I wouldn’t: I fall for her. Maybe it’s because the sex is mind-blowing, or maybe it’s because when I get those glasses off her, that look in her eyes gets me hard as a rock.
It’s not what I planned for, and the terms of the bet are…dirty…to say the least. If I lose, it’s going to mean I have to break her heart. And even if I win, can I really live with such a dark secret between us?