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?”

a moment, but Delia holds her stare. Emma

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

turning her attention back to the phone. She types out a

take you up on that offer you

comes back faster this

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

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

name of her favorite bar, where she and Evelyn have gone so many times. Then, she puts her phone back into her pocket, looking

Delia asks, taking in

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

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

forehead. “I kind of regret going for the vengeance now.

you want to leave

fine.” She looks into her lover’s eyes,

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 calls over her

says, laughing, following after her. “Definitely

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 dress. Her foot

at the crispy glass of wine, the condensation gathering on the outside of the glass. She wishes, desperately, that she could chug it for the

a long drive after this, and she needs

a long sip and draining half the

minutes later, Delia hears the door open behind her and forces her shoulders not to

with superiority and

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

next to her, leaning casually on the bar. He puts a hand up, signaling to the bartender, and then orders a

favorite drink. Instead, she sits quietly, waiting for him

Cliff, “I was so interested to get

shrugging, “I was bored. And I’ve always been…curious. About that offer you made to me a few years ago. I wanted to see if it still

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 eyes on

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. Perhaps as a

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

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

on

drink. Delia takes a sip of hers, returning his

for me. Then I’ll decide if the