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

　　Scarlett's words felt as though they were a direct stab to my heart. I had to look down at my chest to see if it was bleeding or not - I'm not exaggerating.


　　"But...why?" I asked out of disbelief.


　　"Because we shouldn't be together, Dylan. What we have right now seems to be more than physical attraction. But there is no use in us staying together if our lifestyles don't even match up. Would you leave your career to stay with me?" She asked. It was another jab to my chest.


　　"I'm sorry for using that example. But you know the answer, don't you? We...our lifestyles are way too opposite. It's like a triangle. Ryder, you're busy seasonally, Dylan, you go to concerts when the public demands it. And me...I'm busy all year long guys. And I have a daughter to take care of." Scarlett said. I watched her fingers on her lap. She was fiddling with them softly. She had her own thoughts.


　　Scarlett's question made me rethink.


CHAPTER 58: Displeased