Beauty and the Beast | Fillie

Game Over

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"Wolfhard."

Finn didn't expect to receive a phone call at almost midnight, most of all, not from an unknown number (nobody had his number).
He wasn't sleeping, just working with his MacBook on his lap, while Grace was dreaming peacefully next to him, curled up under the soft sheets of their bed.

He was ready to yell to whoever that person was, but of course, in the moment her sweet and suave voice caressed his right ear, Finn clearly changed his mind.

"Hi baby boy. I am hungry."

In that fraction of second, he understood three things; the first one, Millie's voice was too low and seductive, something he had never heard in a life time; the second one, she would have never called him for a stupid reason; the third one, he felt his heart flutter and a sensation of pure bliss and grace calming him down. With her in his life, Finn was really one of the luckiest son of a bitch alive.

Looking down at his future wife, he immediately lowered his voice to a flebile whisper, "Baby doll? Why... why are you calling me at such hour? Something happened?"

Finally, his ears perceived a loud music coming from the background; where the hell she was? His panic raised: that was about to be bad, he just knew, "Are you in a club or something?"

"Yes, Sir. I aaam."

Millie hiccuped, giggling soon after, and resting her back on the wall of the corridor which leaded to the restrooms.
She felt heavy, the pressure almost smashing her to the ground.

"What the hell are you doing there? It's late. Go home, immediately." Finn checked Grace murmuring something, and then, he understood he had to quit his bedroom if he didn't want to wake her up.

He quickly walked to his music one: that was soundproof.
Locking the door behind him, he sat tiredly in the sit near the piano, waiting for her response. Just a light chuckle resounded in his ear.

"Nu-uh, baby boy. You're sooo bossy." she hiccuped again, laughing like a fool soon after. It was in that moment Finn understood.

"You're drunk. You are fucking drunk in a club full of mother fuckers." His angered smirk appeared, as his hand involuntary clenched, his knuckles ready to hit the wall near him.

"Guilty your Honor. Drinking's so much fuuuun, you should try it! Hehe."

Finn's frown couldn't possibly go deeper than that.

Millie was completely out of her mind, possibly alone, God knew where. As a good control freak, the panic grew, as some thin and edgy needles were stabbing him slowly, provoking an awful sensation of pain rushing all over his body.

But his anxiety didn't stop there, "Why aren't you calling me with your goddamn phone?"

Millie snorted, rolling her eyes, "I don't know. A nice guy lent me this cause mine's dead. Let's play a game now, baby."

His teeth were gritted, jaw clenched, from the effort to not scream, "I don't want to play any fucking game. Go out of there, Millie. I won't tell you twice."

She simply ignored him, "If you guess where I am in ten minutes, we are going to sleep together. If you don't, well... I am going to hook up with the first random person I see."