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

　　Text messages from various groups were blowing up my phone.


　　"Ugh...no..." I turned away from the noise and slumped a bit more like a koala on the bed. My face turned to the window, and that was when I noticed it was already morning!


　　"It's Christmas..." I said to myself. I took the phone, searching for a few messages until I found one.


　　I watched as Aria was being held up to put a star or a gigantic, beautifully decorated Christmas tree. I didn't mind the context of the video, because I could clearly hear Serena recording behind the camera and Raphael holding her up, laughing with Serena. They pretended they were a family themselves.


　　Brushing that aside, I sat up and wiped the small droplet of drool by my lip. I slept well, didn't I?


　　It should be the morning there because it was around brunchtime in Swiss.


　　[Scarl.Ettique: Merry Christmas my love! I will talk to you in the evening, alright? I love you!]


CHAPTER 50: Merry Christmas!