Tessa Fox

How often was it that two madly successful brothers wanted to sleep with a nobody like me? They worshipped my mom-bod when my own husband couldn't. 
They fought with each other to make me theirs. And all of this unleashed passion that no couple nor even a pornstar could reach - over a Christmas getaway. 
Sometimes, working as a tour guide comes with its own 'troubles', I guess! 

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My body was on fire. The young blood, who claimed to be a singer of some sort, had his hand on the small of my back. 
Sex with Raphael was anything but exciting. No foreplay, no kissing and no cuddling after boring sex.
But with this young, charming man named DYLAN, I felt excitement even before I guided him to my room. I quickly realized he was right next door - Dylan was my tour neighbor. 
Dylan looked at someone and winked at them before closing the door. That was weird. But I was too dazed to realize it. 
Dylan turned back to me, his piercing eyes gazing down at me. My body was tingling.
One look and I could see the man's toned body under his soft, spandex white tee. I bit my lip, accidentally directing the hormonal male's attention to my plump, pink lips. 
"Are those rose petals...?" Dylan asked, biting his own lip. The sound that he made immediately after made my thighs clench. It sounded like the sexiest groan of a frustrated man!
What was that?

Christmas Secrets and the Brothers' Bet

　　Why is she still awake? Why was the call ID showing a different location? What's going on?


　　Panic arose in me like an explosion. I answered the call, and my heart broke to pieces when I heard Aria sobbing.


　　"Aria? Baby, where are you?" I asked first thing. She was still sobbing. Tears stung the back of my eyes. My tone was mixed with fear, sapping from concern for where my daughter was. And confusion.


　　"Aria...answer me, baby." I clutched the hem of my underwear and asked.


　　"Dada took me home. He told you left me. I don't believe him."


　　Aria was using big words, which is unusual for her unless she's in distress and trying to communicate. She's six years old!


　　"What...?" Confusion grew wider for me. Why was she with Raphael? Didn't I instruct my parents to keep her safe without Raphael's gaze lingering on her?


　　"Aria, where is granny and grandpa?" I asked next.


CHAPTER 9: Daughter's call