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?”

glares at Delia for a moment, but Delia holds her stare. Emma breaks eye contact

says. “He’ll like it if you’re…assertive. Assertive now, and then let him take control later. Let him feel like…he wore you down. Broke

to the phone. She types out a

offer you

back

old seeds finally paid off. Tonight, 8. You name the

relief. “He took the

Delia types out the name of her favorite bar, where she and Evelyn have gone so many times. Then, she puts her phone back into her

Delia asks, taking in her pale

just…it feels so much more real now.

okay,” she says, giving her a small smile. “This is going to work. And then you’re going

a little, putting her hand to her forehead. “I kind of regret going for the vengeance now. Can’t we just

eyebrows. “If you want to leave your sister

looks into her lover’s

Emma’s lips before heading to the bedroom. “So what does bait wear on a date to destroy her

following after her. “Definitely

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 dress. Her foot jiggles

crispy glass of wine, the condensation gathering on the outside of the glass.

drive after this, and she needs to keep

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

and forces her shoulders not to tense, even

early,” she hears Joyce say, his voice thick with superiority and control. “She must be

put a sultry smile on her lips and then slowly turns to him. “I’m not sure I’d

on the bar. He puts a hand up, signaling to the bartender, and then

grimacing – it’s her least favorite drink. Instead,

his drink from Cliff, “I was so interested to

been…curious. About that offer you made to me a

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

have children, and that Joyce took it out – physically, mentally, and emotionally – on Emma. She also knew that he cheated on her

Joyce 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

and that she should call him someday

Delia taking him up on that offer. Or,

drink. Delia takes a sip of hers, returning his

languidly. “Do a spin for me. Then I’ll