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?”

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

attention back to the

up on that offer you made so many years ago. For a drink. Alone.

back

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

breathing out a sigh of relief. “He took the bait. We’re

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

in her pale face,

just…it feels

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

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

raising her eyebrows. “If you want to leave your sister in your

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

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

says, laughing, following after

her favorite bar, sipping a glass of Chardonnay that she got from Cliff, her favorite

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

there’s a long drive after this, and she needs to keep

a long sip and draining half the glass. She needs the

open behind her and forces her shoulders not to tense,

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

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

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

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

his drink from Cliff, “I was so

“I was bored. And I’ve always been…curious. About that offer you made to me a few years ago. I

years 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 immediately that Joyce

Joyce was failing. That they had not been able to have children, and that Joyce took it out – physically,

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 pushed him away and told him to

saying he liked ‘em feisty, and that she should

up on that

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

a spin for me. Then I’ll decide if the offer still