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 came back to the office despite my incredible urge to not be on the same premises as that monster. Serena and the bloated goat were a perfect match for each other.


　　The time to check out for the day was up. I was the first one to pack up and dash out of the office. I was walking down to the parking lot, using the stairs as usual.


　　Unexpectedly, I bumped into someone I didn't even want to look at.


　　"Oh, look who's here. The loser who couldn't even get the promotion. You're back in the workforce already?" Serena asked. I glared at the person who had his arm wrapped around her waist.


　　"Good evening to you too, bitch." I retorted and tried to walk out of the conversation.


　　But the man beside her wasn't tolerating me throwing 'insults' at his bitch beloved.


　　"How many times have I told you not to berate her, Scarlett...youre crossing all limits now." He warned.


CHAPTER 78: Reunion, Kinda