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

　　The grab on my wrist came out of nowhere. One of the two brothers was holding me back; they didn't want to let me go.


　　My eyes teared up. This unreasonable amount of guilt and sadness was looming over me and making me unstable.


　　"Ryder...leave me alone." I knew it was him. The callous texture of his wrist set him apart from Dylan who had a smoother touch. I didn't even want to turn around and look in his direction.


　　I was afraid it would make me...stay.


　　"Scarlett..." Dylan came around to embrace my other palm with his. His was much worse for my heart. The touch was sincere, and he lifted my hand to meet his heart.


　　"Don't do that to us, please. I love you, Scarlett." Dylan said.


　　"I- I'm already dreading the life where I'd have to live without you, Scarlett. Don't do this to me." Ryder's voice cracked, creating a deeper lesion in my heart when I heard it.


CHAPTER 53: Not a Bet Anymore