~ꜱʟᴀꜱʜᴇʀ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ~

~Patrick Bateman Catch-Up~

(A/N: P.Bateman is an absolute asshole, it took me so long to figure out how to write this guy. He's not really a softie, he low-key just wants to kill you, Enjoy!)

~How you met~
You had applied to be a secretary at Pierce & Pierce. Not willingly, your brother Paul practically begged you. He wanted to be closer to you, so he thought working in the same building would do the trick. A week after applying, you got a call explaining that you'd been hired as a secretary to Vice President, Patrick Bateman. Paul had bought you your first dress suit for the job that very night. A simple warm grey pencil skirt with a matching suit jacket. Paul drove you to work that morning, showing you your office as he made his way to his. You began your work, then noticed a man heading your direction. He noticed you too. He pulled on of his headphones from his ear and smiled a polite "Good Morning" at you before making his was into his office. "Im walking on sunshine" blaring from his Walkman as he shuts the door.

~Second Encounter~
Patrick didn't really seem to care about who you were out of work, considering he only ever talked about work and himself. Until one evening at the office. As you were packing up your things for the night, Patrick stopped you at the door. "I've got a reservation at Barcadia for 7:00, would you care to accompany me?" He spoke in almost a whisper. You were confused on why he suddenly was being nice to you, but you suppressed that feeling and agreed to the dinner. He called a cab for the two of you, the ride to Barcadia was dead quiet. You noticed a slight change in demeanor as you arrived at the restaurant, he seemed slightly more stand-offish and more of a prick than usual. He even opened your door for you, which wasn't abnormal, but seemed more forced than usual. Dinner went as well as expected. Fancy foods, light conversation, heavy air, the entire dinner felt forced and fake. You could tell he was trying to stay polite and composed, but something in his eyes made you think otherwise. After dinner, he suggested having some drinks at his apartment. Seeing as it was now 10pm, you didn't think it was the best idea, be Patrick persisted and you caved. "One drink couldn't hurt" (A/N: Famous last words. I might do a whole chapter on this bit)

~Ideal First Date~
He doesn't have one, he's not really a "date" kinda person

~Nicknames for each other~
For you: Y/N, Bitch, Pain in my ass
For him: Sir, Patrick, Boss, Prick💕

~How Long you've been dating~
You aren't, he kinda likes you? But doesn't say anything, he takes pleasure in making you uncomfortable. He'll "flirt" with you or call you names, but you just think he's a prick

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