Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#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.

are you feeling unsafe? Victor said he was going to have Pete stand outside

my eyes at Edgar. Come

I mean I was thinking about what we were doing before we found the note. The thing for

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 whatever

down, happy to see that Edgar has decided

I’ve been thinking about you too.

do you want to do to

settle in on my

could think of a few

to take it up a

then bend me over your knee so that you can spank that ass, like I’m a bad girl. What

Edgar: Jesus christ, Evelyn

I pushed

here, just thinking about that. I’m glad I’m at home and not at work. What else do you want me to

playing along, and snuggle down

if I’m a bad girl, you’re going to have to punish

if Victor and Amelia ever do anything like this. Victor is so wound up usually – so

I look down at

a couple of ways to teach you a lesson. Of course, you’d have

open. I type my reply as fast as I

I hope you’re imagining me on my knees right now, kneeling in front of you.

d**k out and run it all over your soft

and here I was thinking

of that c**k. I’d

do you think about taking this to a phone call?

giggle and call him immediately. He picks up

making you hard?”