Had Finn folded? Yes, absolutely he had, and perhaps that was really a testament to how strongly he felt about keeping within the rules of the arrangement he had made. Plus, this b***h seemed to be nothing more than a c**k tease, and when she landed on the floor with that audible thud, it was like music to his ears, a sound that would have only been made sweeter if she had cried out in pain instead of laughing.
Something in Finn's face darkened for a moment, a flicker of something in his eye as his muscles tensed, as if he were about to stand up from his place on the bed. A part of him wanted to, quite badly. That same part of him that had let the wardrobe go when he had been helping Noemi move it down the stairs, when she had given him that all too innocent smile, ached to wipe that smirk off of the woman's face when she stood.
Stupid ******** whore. But the darkness in his face flickered and faded, and he offered her a smirk in return, the typical, cocky, I know something you don't know smirk as he reached into his pocket for his phone.
"Is that so, darling." He murmured as he paged through his contacts and began to tap out a message, doing nothing to stop her as she made her way out.
He stared at his phone a moment longer before hitting send and getting up, making his way to his nightstand to fish out another cigarette, letting out a light chuckle that Claude might hear before she was gone.
She may have gotten a point, but in Finn's mind, he'd already won.
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