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

eyes at Edgar. Come on, man.

were doing before we found the

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

back down, happy to see that Edgar has decided to

thinking about you

What do you want to do

in on my

think of a few

Time to take it up

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

Edgar: Jesus christ, Evelyn

Have I pushed

just thinking about that. I’m glad I’m at home and not at work. What else do

so glad that he’s playing along,

girl, you’re going to have to punish me. Show me how to be

Amelia ever do anything like this. Victor is so wound up

dings and I

I can think of a couple of ways to teach you a lesson. Of course, you’d have to be

type my reply

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

d**k out and run it all over

again, slapping my hand over my mouth. Geeze, and here I was thinking that I’d have to

run my tongue over every inch of

a phone call? If

and call him immediately. He picks up on

I really making you hard?” I ask, my

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