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 breaks eye contact

says. “He’ll like it if you’re…assertive. Assertive now, and then let him take control later. Let him feel

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

don’t I take you up on that offer you made so many years

text comes back faster

finally paid off. Tonight, 8. You name

says, breathing out a sigh of relief. “He

her favorite bar, where she and Evelyn

okay?” Delia asks, taking in

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

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 thing it

hand to her forehead. “I kind of

you want to leave your sister in your

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

lips before heading to the bedroom. “So what does bait

following after her.

7:45, Delia 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

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

long drive after this, and she needs to keep her

she thinks, taking a long sip

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

voice thick with superiority

smile on her lips and then slowly turns to him. “I’m not sure I’d say eager,” she says, looking him up and down.

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

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

says, accepting his drink from Cliff, “I was so interested to

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

friend to support her at the event. Delia had been happy to

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

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

that she should call him

him up on that offer. Or, at

drink. Delia takes a sip

Joyce says languidly. “Do a spin for me.