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 shouldn't have underestimated the kind of crowd that would join a New Year's celebration with one of the biggest pop stars in the country.


　　Dylan was an international figure, a total stranger to normalcy.


　　I was navigating through the crowd amidst the loud cheers. My head whipped towards the stage, a silhouette made an appearance on the screen.


　　In broad daylight, Dylan sprung onto the stage from below the platform and shined brighter than the sun!


　　He looked magnetic, his body glowing with passion for music. The guitar in his hand sang stories right before he leaned into the mic.


　　It was my first time at a concert in my entire life. And God...I understood the hype about concerts only after witnessing the passionate musicians on stage.


　　Dylan was a completely different person on stage.


　　So magnetic, so admirable and so...passionate.


CHAPTER 100: Epilogue