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 videos played very low sound. I was thankful for that. My face was still twisted with disgust. Will I ever recover from this?


　　Suddenly, a spark went off in my head. This was the golden opportunity that I had prayed for. I knew I should have trusted my lawyer and given myself some time for a miracle. And now, the miracle was right outside my door, tapping for it to be taken and pampered into my House of Cards.


　　The evidence was so delicate, my whole situation was delicate.


　　I walked around the cold igloo, closely around the bed to find my phone. I was on my tippy toes, trying my best to not wake them up. They were on a delicate string of slumber.


　　"Gotcha," I said to myself. I was to fetch the connecting cable too. I was sure I threw it in last minute. After a while of rummaging through my backpack, I finally rejoiced when the cable was pulled out and in my hands.


CHAPTER 67: Unexpected Revenge