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?”

at Delia for a moment, but Delia holds her stare.

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

turning her attention back to the phone. She

Why don’t I take you up on that offer you made

back faster

planting old seeds finally paid

of relief.

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

asks, taking in her pale face,

murmurs. “It’s just…it feels so much more real now.

hands steadily on Emma’s shoulders. “It’s all going to be okay,” 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 thing

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

her eyebrows. “If you want to leave your sister in your father’s clutches,

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

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

Emma says, laughing, following after her.

her favorite bartender. She’s dressed in a skimpy red dress. Her foot jiggles anxiously,

longingly at the crispy glass of wine, the condensation gathering on the outside of the glass. She wishes, desperately,

this, and she needs to keep her

screw it, she thinks, taking a long sip and draining

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

thick with superiority and control. “She must

him. “I’m

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

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

accepting his drink from Cliff, “I was so interested to get your message

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

two years back Emma had invited Delia to the family’s Christmas party, hoping to have a friend to support her at the event. Delia

that the marriage 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

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

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

up on

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

for me. Then I’ll decide