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 ride to the police station was a quick one. Not even five minutes from where I stayed.


　　The officers ushered me in and I was questioned. Remembering Dylan's confident words and assurance, I gave the truth and nothing but the truth. The officers were pleased with my compliance.


　　"Thank you for cooperating with us Ms Scarlett. I hope you go home and rest. Our team will send you back home." I stood up and held Aria's hand.


　　"Bye, Aunty!" She waved at the officer who smiled for the first time in 10 minutes.


　　I sighed looking at the outside world.


　　I didn't know what other surprises were waiting for me in my life. But I was sure about my preparation for that kind of situation now.


　　They say situations make a person grow stronger. I wanted to believe in that completely.


　　The officer drove us back home, and I looked at my house. It was back to being bright and lively.


CHAPTER 92: Dinner Invitation