Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

Chapter 170

#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?”

for a moment, but Delia holds her stare.

Assertive now, and then let

her attention back to the phone.

I take you up on that offer you made so many

text comes back faster

planting old seeds finally paid off. Tonight, 8.

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

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

in her pale face, her strained

all going according to plan,” Emma murmurs. “It’s just…it

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

a little, putting her hand to her forehead. “I kind of

want to

her lover’s eyes, her face growing

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!?”

says, laughing, following after her.

she got from Cliff, her favorite bartender. She’s dressed in a skimpy red dress. Her foot jiggles anxiously, and, noticing it,

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

this, and she

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

her and forces her

voice thick with superiority and control.

a sultry smile on her lips and then slowly turns to him.

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

her least favorite drink. Instead, she sits quietly, waiting for

his drink from Cliff, “I was

I’ve always been…curious. About that offer you made to me a

support her at the event. Delia had been happy to

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

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 told him to go to

merely laughed, saying he liked ‘em feisty, and that she should call him

up on

his drink. Delia takes a sip of hers,

a spin for

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