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

　　"Hmm..." I looked at the text from Ryder and was pissed off. I was annoyed. Every term under that umbrella was used to describe my jealousy and irritation. 


　　I had to fix this issue before I lost my mind feeling this way. So, I promised myself to do something the next morning that would be a gentle surprise for everyone. Because that's how I have always been. A man filled with surprises~


　　The next day, I escaped the clutches of my manager and rushed out of my mansion in my Mercedes. The black car was a wrong choice to drive into the heart of the city with. I accidentally gained a lot of attention. 


　　"Come on man... I just wanna meet my girlfriend." I grumbled to myself. Well. Driving to a different alley, I parked the car and put on a mask and sunglasses. My jacket was black leather, stylish yet simple, just my taste. 


　　I gazed at the big building in front of me. The receptionist was welcoming everyone in, with a big quirky smile on her face. 


CHAPTER 77: POV for Jealousy