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

　　"Are you that desperate to hear that word again? I called you a slut." Raphael turned around, staring me down at the hallway as I stopped right before the staircase. I held my fist close, I didn't want to tighten my case by introducing undesirable acts of violence to my ex.


　　So I held my anger in and breathed out sharply,


　　"The queen of sluts is right behind, by the way." Saying, I turned away and climbed up the staircase.


　　"Wha— have you no shame, you bitch!? Apologize to her right now! You cannot talk to her like that!" Raphael roared behind me. At once, I turned on my heel, mid staircase and faced him,


　　"Or what?" I got into his face. I was ready to knock him out.


　　"I'll make you regret insulting her. Apologize to Serena and get the fuck out of my house." Raphael warned. His voice was octaves deeper, he was trying to intimidate me. Looking beyond him, I noticed the smug little expression on Serena's face.


CHAPTER 71: Cat Fight