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

　　Serena couldn't take accountability. She chickened out and cut the call. Just because she was disrespected by my true words to describe her in every sense. She was a whore and a slut. What was wrong with her taking accountability for that?


　　Deep regret started settling in me as I watched the phone screen. It was an endearing picture of Serena and Aria as I held them in my arms. Aria wasn't as happy to be in the picture, but I and Serena were smiling ear to ear.


　　That was the first Christmas I spent with my daughter. I loved her dearly. But how could I have ever told her that my eyes wandered from a Goddess like Scarlett towards a much more pleasing to-look-at scum like Serena?


　　"Mr Thorne? Mr Thorne." My lawyer, Mr Norton, walked to me and summoned me.


　　"The break is over. We should get back now at least. The hearing will be made and it is required for you to—"


CHAPTER 86: Regret