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

　　I always knew I was a monster. A people-pleasing monster.


　　So when Dylan's voice asked me to stay back for the countdown, oh so softly as though he was confessing his love, I had to turn back around.


　　"That's our tour guide, y'all~" Candice beamed. Suddenly, I was gaining attention from the crowd. I didn't particularly hate it, but I just wanted to sleep and get away from the two.


　　I didn't want to make a scene or ruin the festive mood. The decorations were fabulously minimalistic. It would look great in pictures.


　　In pictures...that I will be in the same frame as Dylan and Ryder. I didn't like the sound of it.


　　"O-Okay..." hesitantly, I walked towards Candice and tried to keep my distance from Ryder and Dylan. Their audience, mesmerized, and few of them recognized the American bachelors, strutted towards them and kept the brothers busy. Lucky me, I guess.


CHAPTER 52: The Breakup