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?”

Delia for a moment, but Delia holds

Assertive now, and then let him take control later. Let him feel like…he wore you down.

back to the phone. She types out

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

back

old seeds finally paid

breathing out a sigh of relief.

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

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

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

smile. “This is going to work. And then you’re going to have your vengeance. And then we’re going to be free.”

forehead. “I kind of regret going for the

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

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

before heading to the bedroom. “So what does bait wear on a date

Emma says, laughing, following

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 anxiously, and, noticing it, Delia sighs and forces

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

there’s a long drive after this,

taking a long sip and

open behind her and forces her shoulders not to tense, even as she hears footsteps

Joyce say, his voice thick with superiority and control. “She must be eager

to him. “I’m not sure I’d say eager,” she says, looking him up

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

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

drink from Cliff, “I was so interested to get

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

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

had known, then, that the marriage between 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

on and 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 he wanted to f**k her, Delia had

and that she should call him someday if she

up on

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

says languidly. “Do a spin for me. Then