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?”

at Delia for a moment, but Delia holds

you’re…assertive. Assertive now, and then let him take control later. Let him feel like…he

turning her attention back to

don’t I take you up on that offer you made so many

back

finally paid off. Tonight, 8. You name

says, breathing out a sigh of relief. “He took the bait. We’re

tightly while Delia types out the name of her favorite bar, where she and Evelyn have gone so many times.

taking in her pale face, her

to plan,” Emma murmurs. “It’s just…it feels so much more real now. So much

“This is going to work. And then you’re going to have your vengeance. And

kind of regret going for the vengeance now. Can’t we just

eyebrows. “If you want to leave your sister in

at this. “Okay, fine.” She looks into her lover’s

girl,” 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!?” Delia

Emma says, laughing, following

7:45, Delia is sitting on her favorite stool at her favorite bar, sipping a glass of Chardonnay that she got from Cliff, her favorite bartender. She’s dressed in a skimpy red

got to calm down, play it cool. She looks longingly at the crispy glass of wine, the condensation gathering on the outside of the glass. She wishes, desperately, that she could chug

this, and she

screw it, she thinks, taking a long sip and draining half the glass. She

open behind her and forces her shoulders

with superiority

on her lips and then slowly turns to him. “I’m not sure I’d say eager,” she says, looking him up and down. “But

to her, leaning casually on the bar. He puts a hand up, signaling to

it’s her least favorite drink. Instead, she sits quietly, waiting for him to

accepting his drink from Cliff, “I was so interested to get your message

was bored. And I’ve always been…curious. About that offer you

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

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 also knew that he cheated on her wildly, and publicly.

got drunker, his come-ons 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 in his ear that he wanted to f**k her, Delia had pushed him away and

and that she should call him someday if she ever wanted a good

was Delia taking him up on that offer. Or, at least,

taking a sip of his drink. Delia takes

languidly. “Do a spin for me. Then I’ll decide if the offer still