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

　　"Something's not feeling right," I said to Dylan.


　　"I feel the same way. It's...eerie." Dylan confirmed with me. We watched Scarlett and her daughter drive back home but I couldn't shake this feeling off.


　　"Get inside the car. We are following her." I said, trusting my intuition on this. And my intuition has never been wrong so far. Dylan wordlessly complied and we hopped inside my car.


　　I drove behind Scarlett, trying my best to keep the distance between us so it wouldn't look like we were following her. Scarlett was driving slowly and steadily. At this hour, the traffic was peaking but we had to go into lanes and bylanes to follow wherever Scarlett was going.


　　"Wait. She's pulling up." Dylan said before we could take a turn around the corner.


　　"Drive past her house. We will park at her neighbor's." Dylan suggested. Agreeing with his plan, I drove past her house slowly.


CHAPTER 89: Saved