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

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

to the phone. She types

Why don’t I take you up on that offer you made so many years ago. For a drink.

text comes back

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

breathing out a sigh of relief. “He

Evelyn have gone so many times. Then, she puts her phone back into

you okay?” Delia asks, taking in her pale face, her strained

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

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

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

says, raising her eyebrows. “If you want to leave your sister in your father’s

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

my girl,” Delia says, planting a quick peck on Emma’s lips before heading to the bedroom. “So what does bait wear on a date

following after

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

gathering on the outside of the glass. She wishes, desperately, that she

this,

a long sip and draining half the

the door open behind her and forces her shoulders not to tense, even as she

she hears Joyce say, his voice thick with

to him. “I’m

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

avoids grimacing – it’s her least favorite drink. Instead, she sits quietly, waiting for

“I was so interested

that offer you made to me a few years

family’s Christmas party, hoping to have a friend to support

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. Perhaps as

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

liked ‘em feisty, and that she should call him someday if she ever wanted a good

taking him up on that offer. Or, at least, pretending

of his drink. Delia takes

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