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 helped Ryder tie the woman up, following his instructions to secure the binding around her ankles and wrists.


　　While doing so, my ears picked up small sobs from the corner of the room. I was concerned for the little girl's safety. Was she alright? Was she harmed in the ordeal somewhere? I needed to get to her.


　　Letting Ryder handle the rest, I willingly made my way towards the little girl. I was using just my sharp hearing sense to locate the little girl. Standing in front of her, I crouched down to her height.


　　The poor soul was shaking, holding a pillow up to herself.


　　No child must go through this fear of being scared of strangers. Just how badly did her father used to treat her?


　　I was going too far. Scarlett never mentioned Raphael being abusive to either of them. Emotional abuse, yes. But not physically.


　　I felt a tug in my chest when I realized Aria was scared of ME as a person. I was a mere stranger to her, wasn't I?


CHAPTER 90: Comfort