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?”

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 phone.

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

comes back faster

seeds finally paid off. Tonight, 8.

sigh of relief. “He took the bait. We’re having drinks

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

you okay?” Delia asks, taking in her pale face, her

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

small smile. “This is going to work. And then you’re going to

putting her hand to her forehead. “I kind of

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

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

Delia says, planting a 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!?” Delia calls over her

following after her. “Definitely

her favorite stool at her favorite bar, sipping a glass of Chardonnay that she got from Cliff, her favorite bartender. She’s dressed in a skimpy red dress. Her foot jiggles

down, play it cool. She looks longingly at the crispy glass of wine, the condensation gathering on the outside of

this, and she needs to keep

she thinks, taking a long sip and draining half

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

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

on her lips and then slowly turns to him. “I’m

stool next to her, leaning casually on the bar. He puts a hand up,

drink. Instead, she sits quietly,

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

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

hoping to have a friend to support her at the event. Delia had been happy to come, but had sensed

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 her wildly, and publicly. Perhaps as

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

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

on that offer. Or, at least,

taking a sip of his drink. Delia

for me. Then I’ll decide if the