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

let him take control

nods, turning her attention back to the

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

text comes back

planting old seeds finally paid off. Tonight, 8.

breathing out a sigh of relief. “He took

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

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

okay,” she says, giving her a small smile. “This is going to

little, putting her hand to her forehead. “I kind of regret going for the vengeance

want to leave

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

the bedroom. “So

laughing, following after her.

from Cliff, her favorite bartender. She’s dressed

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

drive after this, and

screw it, she thinks, taking a long sip and

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

hears Joyce say, his voice thick with superiority and control.

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

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

least favorite drink. Instead, she sits quietly, waiting

Cliff, “I was so interested to get your message

About that offer you

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

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 cheated on

make the night easier for Emma, but when he grabbed her ass and whispered in his ear that he

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

on that

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

a spin for me. Then I’ll

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