Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 170
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.
ing her into a situation that was potentially violent, unpredictable, dangerous.
nd, 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
“It’s just…it’s not right. It should be me, taking the big risk.”
ith a smirk, glancing down at her
her eyes.
nding the text that they’d carefully crafted this morning.
ven’t talked in a while. But I’ve been thinking about you…
hen, they wait.
omen get bored, moving around the kitchen, doing chores to keep the already-spotless place clean. Passing the time.
then, sud
text messa
t it. But Delia moves to pick it up.
ou too.
tare at each other.
her voice quiet.
es he like?”
lia holds her stare. Emma breaks eye cont
ol later. Let him feel like…he wore you down. Broke you.”
the phone. She types out a reply.
offer you made so many years ago. For a drink. Alone. S
faster this time.
the place.
the bait. We’re having drinks at eight.”
ma nods tightly while Delia types out the name of her favorite bar, where she and Evelyn have gone so many times. Then, she puts h
“Are you okay?” Delia asks, taking in her pa
”
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 t
laughs a little, putting her hand to her forehead. “I kind of regret going for the veng
ing her eyebrows. “If you want to leave you
. “Okay, fine.” She looks into her lover’s eyes, her face growing determined. “Let’s do it.”
ick 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
aughing, following after her. “Definitely
favorite bartender. She’s dressed in a skimpy red dress. Her foot jiggles anxiously, and, noticing it, Delia sighs and forces herself t
calm it will give her.
half the glass. She needs the courage.
or open behind her and forces her shoulders not to tense, even as she hears footsteps draw n
Joyce say, his voice thick with superiority a
she says, looking him up and down. “But curious, certainly.”
ually on the bar. He puts a hand up, signaling to the bartender, and then orders a gin
g for him to take the lead.
get your message today.”
ew years ago. I wanted to see if it still stood.”
Joyce had eyes on her.
he cheated on her wildly, and publicly. Perhaps as a way to shame her further.
en he grabbed her a*s and whispered in his ear that he wanted to f**k her, Delia had pushed him away and told him to go to hell.
all him someday if she ever wanted a good time.
as Delia taking him up on that offer. Or, at l
ce smirks, taking a sip of his drink.
if the offer still stands.”
she does as he says.
or him. Treating me like a literal piece of meat on a spit
er chin, sniffing along the way.
smell…delicious…” he says, in a smarmy growl. “What do you say – should we go somewhere more priv
,” Delia says, uncomfortable at the pace at which this is progressing. “
says, laughing at her condescendingly. “I just meant to a dark corner of this bar where I can push you up against the wall.”
t of the plan.
urmurs, standing up next to her, pressing his body close. “T
back.
were dark corners and booths used for more discreet conversations. He pulls her away from prying eyes, pressing her against a wall, running his hands liberally down
s, her mind racing – what
was all spin
rn around –“
nder the hem. “Stop – I don’t want –“
t you want, Delia?” he barks, his
erous.
as. An act.
m.
t the wall. Delia gasps, or tries to, her windpipe crushed under the
I’d think it was a coincidence that my wife’s best friend comes on to me the day after she disappears?”
is grip on her throat tightens. She gasps, tryin
y word. “Where the f**k is my wife!?”