Novel & Cerita Peeta X Finnick

POV Finn I let out a sigh of relief at the end of the meeting. It had gone well and I felt like Layla would be safer now. I frowned when I saw her dancing with Sally again. I wasn't ok with the whole gang watching my girlfriend grind on my best friend. If I had a problem with this, there was no way that either of them could do the Watchmen intiation dance. I would lose it. I looked around and noticed that Gunner and Spike were practically drooling. Nope, I needed to stop this now. I walked over to Keri who was sitting at the bar.

Maya "To be honest, your 'best friend' who I've never heard you mention before is hot as fuck." Jenna says. Like her sister Bianca, she lacks a filter and isn't modest about eyeing Finn from our table. I stir my cocktail with my straw, and although my back is facing Finn, I can tell his gaze is locked on me. "It's complicated..." "Well, spill the beans then!" Felicia is pouting at me. "Tell me why you aren't tapping that ass right now! He is young, muscular, taller than what is normal for humans, and you know what they say about dark-skinned men and what they are packing."

“P-I-T-I-F-U-L...” One corner of my mouth lifted, realizing my answer was wrong. “This is upsetting. L-E-X-I…Pitiful!” I sneered, clucking my tongue and shaking my head. “Starts with a P… eight letters.” My eyes squinted as I racked my brain for a possible answer. “Ends with C.” “Pathetic,” Finn answered, startling me. My eyes widened, sure that he was not in the office when I arrived, but I pressed my lips, deciding not to ask how he came in when I remembered his flat because instead of his usual business suit, he was wearing pajamas.

I explained. “Sicilian Giant?” Finn arched a skeptical brow. “He is mated to the youngest Petridis, Zoe’s sister Regina. And by all accounts and a video, Zoe showed Henrik and me an example of Delilah’s ferocity. He’s taller than us by a fair amount.” I nodded. “So, the female Petridis have a type,” Finn smirked. “That’s what Luna Katrina said.” I rolled my eyes. “Thank you for letting me know about the newest developments. And what about you, Henrik, and Zoe?” Finn asked.

CASSANDRA I was a little taken aback by Finnick’s serious request. His face appeared timid, yet his tone was solemn, much more solemn than a child’s should have been. As I studied his expression, I felt ashamed of myself for borderline neglecting my son these days. I’d been so immersed in this undercover business that I didn’t have much time to talk with Finnick, aside from our daily goodnight kiss. When I shifted my gaze, I realized I’d left Helene’s map on the table not too far away.

“Yo, my bad. Forgot to bring you a rose or something.” Atlas didn’t care about his tone and just looked at him, already munching on an apple. “Naomi, aren’t you going to introduce us?” Naomi had been completely stunned by Finnick’s casual behavior when he came in. She only came back to her senses after Atlas reminded her. “Atlas, this is Finnick Doug, my friend—you met him before.” “Finnick, this is my husband, Atlas Knox.” One was introduced as the husband, the other as a friend—it was obvious Atlas was in a good mood. Finnick, on the other hand, glared at the man through clenched teeth. What a schemer.

“Why? You have a pretty perfect partner and a job you love and—” “Ugh, I know,” Peyton said, cutting Mia off, and then she grinned. “It’s just left-over sibling rivalry. I feel like I’ve been competing with Cassie my whole life. I mean, Finn’s great, but he isn’t Brian Colleen.” “Brian Colleen?” Talia asked. “Yes, that Brian Colleen,” Peyton said. “Billionaire owner of Colleen Aviation.” “As if you would give Finn up for anyone, even Brian,” Mia said.

I heaved a sigh, curving a smile on my lips because Selene was eyeing us. I placed the plates on the kitchen island, raising my hand to touch his lips. “Spaghetti sauce,” I uttered nervously, hoping to wipe the sauce on the corner of his mouth, but he caught my hand. I swallowed hard when he licked his lower lip and smiled at me. “You missed it,” I said without breaking our gaze. “Hmm!” Finn muttered, crossing his arms to his chest and tilting his head to see my face. “I wonder how you will wipe that sauce without touching Sky?”

He was Finn’s father, after all. Yet, every doubt faded the moment he touched me. And his cock? God, it was huge. He knew exactly how to give me the pleasure I’d craved for years. I wouldn’t end this game—not yet. I would marry Finn and make him beg to stay. I would be the one in control. Not him. And until I saw him on his knees, tears rolling down his face, I wouldn’t stop. I, Maeve Moretti, the only daughter of Holden and Isla Moretti, would make him pay.

A few people at the table next to them glanced their way, probably wondering who’d brought their pet into the diner. Maddox didn’t like that Finn wanted her too. “Because she’s ours,” Dire grumbled. “No. We’re not coming back here.” His words came out as a growl. “Get control of yourself, Finn.” “Come on, Mads,” Finn said, using his nickname. He lowered his voice to lethal. “Do not call me that here.” “I’m sorry.” Finn made sure not to give him direct eye contact, showing his submission. “I want to return. I love this diner and the steaks.”