Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 170 – Seduction

The next morning, Delia and Emma sit at the kitchen table, Delia’s phone between them.

“Are you ready for this?” Emma asks, hesitating.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready for this,” Delia says, her eyes wide.

Emma nods, understanding. She knows what she’s asking of Delia. She’s sending her into a situation that was potentially violent, unpredictable, dangerous.

“Hey,” Delia says, reaching out and taking Emma’s hand, reading the worry on her face. “I agreed to this of my own free will. If I wasn’t willing to do it, I would have said no.”

Emma nods, but shakes her head at the same time. “It’s just…it’s not right. It should be me, taking the big risk.”

“Yeah,” Delia says with a smirk, glancing down at her fit body. “But we both know that I’m the better bait.”

Emma just rolls her eyes.

Giving Emma a wink, Delia screws up her courage and grabs the phone, sending the text that they’d carefully crafted this morning.

Delia: Hey. We haven’t talked in a while. But I’ve been thinking about you…

Then, they wait.

The reply takes a long time – hours, it feels like. So long that both women get bored, moving around the kitchen, doing chores to keep the already-spotless place clean. Passing the time.

But then, suddenly, the phone blinks.

A new text message.

Emma stops, holding her breath, staring at it. But Delia moves to pick it up.

Joyce: I’m not surprised. I’ve been thinking about you too.

Delia reads it aloud to Emma and then they both stare at each other.

“What should I write back?” Delia asks quietly.

“I have…no idea.” Emma says, her voice quiet.

“Come on, Emma,” Delia says, putting a hand on her hip in frustration. “He’s your husband. What does he like?”

for a moment, but Delia holds her

let him take control later. Let him feel like…he wore you

back to

that offer you made so many years ago. For a drink. Alone.

text comes back

Looks like planting old seeds finally paid off.

sigh of relief. “He took the bait. We’re

of her favorite bar, where she and Evelyn have gone so many times. Then, she puts

in her pale face, her

just…it feels so much more real now. So much more

“It’s all going to be okay,” she says, giving her a small smile. “This is going to work. And then you’re going to have your vengeance. And then we’re going to be free.” Delia whispers the last word like the delicious

a little, putting her hand to her forehead. “I kind of regret going for the

says, raising her eyebrows. “If you want to leave your

this. “Okay, fine.” She looks into her lover’s eyes, her face growing determined. “Let’s

Delia says, planting a quick peck on Emma’s lips before heading to the bedroom. “So what does bait wear on a date to destroy her best friend’s ex-husband!?”

says, laughing, following after her. “Definitely

Cliff, her favorite bartender. She’s dressed in a skimpy red dress. Her foot jiggles anxiously,

down, play it cool. She looks longingly at the crispy glass of wine, the condensation gathering on

long drive after this, and she

she thinks, taking a long sip and

minutes later, Delia hears the door open behind her and forces

voice thick with superiority

smile on her lips and then slowly turns to him. “I’m not sure I’d say eager,”

sits down on the stool next to her, leaning casually on the bar. He puts a hand up, signaling to

least favorite drink. Instead, she sits quietly, waiting for him to take the

says, accepting his drink from Cliff, “I was so interested

been…curious. About that offer you made to me a few years ago. I wanted to see

years back Emma had invited Delia to the family’s Christmas party, hoping to have a friend to support her at the event. Delia had been happy to come, but had sensed immediately that Joyce had

Emma and Joyce was failing. That they had not been able to have children, and that Joyce took it out – physically, mentally, and emotionally – on Emma. She

had become more and more blatant. Delia had done her best to laugh them off, seeking to make the night easier for Emma, but when he grabbed her ass and whispered

saying he liked ‘em feisty, and that she should call

taking him up on

smirks, taking a sip of his drink. Delia takes a

a spin for me. Then I’ll