Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 154
I sit straight up in bed, my jaw going slack, staring at the closet where the phone rings again.
Victor turns his head towards me. “What is that?” He asks, blinking sleepily.
“Nothing,” I say hurriedly, pulling my feet out of the blankets and rushing to put them on the floor. “Go back to sleep.”
. “Is that a phone? In your closet?”
e door, reaching for the handle, grabbing it, twisting –
l, but the door won’t op
What?
l again, har
t the hell?
pause, and then I hear him speak. “Evelyn? What’s going on?”
Ring Ring.
y panic, but knowing that I’m failing at it. If I can just get to the phone, unplug it –
y? I unplugged it weeks ago – why on earth –
ere next to me. “Evelyn?” he
s wide.
ts, frowning at me.
smile on my face. I drop my hands from the closet and tuck them behind my back, all innocence.
>t.
the handle.
Ring Ring.
y, throwing my back against the do
murmur, my eyes darting around the
eyes narrowing.
ng. It doesn’t stop.
n?” he asks, putting a firm hand on my shoulder and giving me a nudge. It’s a request, really,
my back harder agai
ase, Victor,” I say, “if you love me, just let this go –“
behind my shoulders and my knees, lifting me off the floor.
As soon as he puts me down I scramble back up, heading back for the closet door –
Ring Ring.
ready there
the closet and heads towards the back.
space on the floor – what the hell – I know that I buried it under a pile of clothes and shoes –
Ring Ring.
kneels down and lifts the receiver to his ear.
ther side of the line. It’s familiar, but also…not.
the technology instantly as that which was used when he would speak with his therapi
urning his face up to frown at Evelyn. He wonders, passively, if it actually is his therapist – but why would she call
then, scrambling for the phone, reaching for it, trying to grab i
lyn falls back on her butt, her face drained, ghostly white. Her lip trembles as she watches him. She makes anoth
oking at Evelyn, wondering at the strangeness both of the call and her actions. What the hell was going on?
, wanting the voice to keep talking, not wanting to give anything away.
ter all.”
e. “Who is this,” he growls, growing angry. “What is this number?”
makes another lunge, then, this time for the phone chord where it’s plugged into the wall. Victor
’s a trick.
ckly, glancing down at the phone. “I can tell by the rhythms of your voice, they’re not the same.”
.
w.”
idn’t want him on it, of what the hell this voice on the other end was saying, of how it’s related to the fire –
, about all the good advice you got that played right into her hands. After all, she is a therapist.”
le on the closet floor next to him, hugging her knees and biting her lip. Guilt is written i
,” he says, both to her and to the voice on the phone.
erapist, but perhaps she’s also the therapist.”
, falling to the floor as his mouth falls open. He just stares at her.
rs start to slip down h
t her.
tallic laugh still ringing from the phone’s headset.
she whispers, “let me explain –“
feet. He stands in the closet, then, turning his head up to the ceiling and letting out a barbaric howl, venting his rage at all that
this woman he loved –
m the closet and out of the room.
he phone. “I will kill you for this,” s
t waiting for an answer, she slams the receiver down,