Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

Chapter 41

#Chapter 41 – Stalker

I carry Archie out of the closet, wandering down the hallway, thinking about my phone call with Victor. As I walk by the boys’ door I quickly look in on them and am pleased to see they’re asleep, though they do it with small frowns on their little faces. I sigh and pull their door shut – they’ll be fine, I know, but I still hate to see them challenged.

As I wander down the stairs I consider, again, if I’m doing the right thing with Victor. When I started this therapist charade I was seeking power – and I don’t regret that. But…things are different now. I am in a much more secure position with Victor, and I really do want to find the balance within our lives.

I put Archie down and move to make myself a cup of tea, putting the kettle on to boil. If Victor and I are truly in a better place, then is it right, still, to continue being his therapist? Am I now taking advantage of the situation, betraying his trust for little to no gains?

Or is there part of me that just…likes talking to him? Learning about his life, being able to give council in the way that a friend or a wif-

I shake the thought away and busy myself with the tea, placing a teabag in my favorite yellow mug. I know that I should stop, but how? Aren’t I too far in now? Would it be suspicious for me to so abruptly end our sessions?

Or is part of me still afraid to let go of what little power I have? I am, after all, living in his house, in his back yard, without a lease. One wrong step and I could be gone.

I put my head in my hands, thinking it all over, and jump when the kettle starts to whistle. Frankly, I’d forgotten all about it.

As I pour the water I breathe in the steam and imagine it clearing my mind, working to make it a reality. As I soak the lemon and chamomile tea satchet, breathing in the scent, my mind turns to Edgar, who sometimes smells of lemons. It’s a nice scent – fresh, clean.

My mind turns again to our kiss on the porch the other night, when he made me feel anything but clean. I bite my lip, thinking about it, and then, on impulse, take my phone out of the back pocket of my jeans.

Me: Hey, are you up?

I send him a text, trying to sound casual, but knowing that he’s probably awake – it’s only 7:00, after all. The question is, will he take the bait?

Edgar: Yeah, I am. How are you?

I smile, feeling a little devious.

Me: I’ve been thinking about you, about what happened on my porch the other night.

He takes a moment to respond.

said he was going

eyes at Edgar.

I mean I was thinking about what we were doing before we found the

reply, I casually peek out the front window. Did Victor really increase the patrols that quick? When I look to the left, I see that Pete is in fact there, eating a snack. Poor thing, I wish I had known – I could have given him dinner instead of

look back down, happy to

I’ve been thinking about you

What do you want

in on my couch,

think of a

Time to take it

Hmmm. Well, I want you to lift up my skirt and then bend me over your knee so that you can spank

Edgar: Jesus christ, Evelyn

pushed it too

I’m glad I’m at home and not at work. What else do

he’s playing along, and snuggle down into the blankets of the

to have to punish me. Show

anything like this. Victor is so wound up usually – so strict. But

and I look down at the

to teach you a lesson. Of

type my

imagining me on my knees right now, kneeling in front of you. What would you

take this big d**k out and run

over my mouth. Geeze, and here I was

my tongue over every inch of that

about taking this to a phone call? If I’m going to make you moan, I

immediately. He picks up on the

hard?” I ask, my voice

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