anything for u - patrick bateman

ch 1. 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑙

i enter the club, the clicking of my heels not being heard over the insanely loud music. i look around to see people dancing and grinding against each other.

there's people taking shots and cheering with their friends, people coming out of the bathroom and wiping white dust off their noses.

i try to find my friends in the crowd, quickly walking through the giant dance floor, subtly bopping my head to the beat of the song playing. i can't help but feel eyes on me, not — like — multiple, but just a singular pair of eyes. like a tiger in a bush waiting to pounce on its prey.

i shake it off and eventually find my friends who are waiting for me at a table, since they had just gotten here.

they smile and cheer as i approach the table, quickly giving me a shot of who-knows-what. i take it down and try not to make a face, my efforts failing, though.

one of my girl best friends takes my wrist and brings me to the dance floor, but she gets taken away by a random man of which she starts dancing with.

i smile and look away, not wanting to see them dancing with each other.

another song starts playing, one of my favorite songs, which makes me start dancing. i was dancing normally at first, but the alcohol starts getting to me. i sway my hips to the beat and move my arms up my body, feeling the song and the vibration of the floor from the booming music on my feet, going through my heels.

i feel strong hands grip my waist and start feeling my hips from behind me, moving with me, adding heat to the obnoxiously intimate crowd of people.

the persons hand glides up my body, stopping on my neck to grip it as their other hand remained on my waist. i feel their hot breath on the skin of my neck, making me shiver.

we continue dancing until another song starts playing, they flip me around to face them, and i get a good look at them.

before me — and no, this is not an exaggeration — is definitely the hottest guy i've ever seen in my life.

he's wearing a white button up, the three top buttons being unbuttoned, and black dress pants with black shoes to match. his hair, which i'm assuming was slicked back before, is messy and in his face, but messy in the hottest way possible.

he eyes me as well, subtly biting his bottom lip.

he looks a bit older than me, probably 4 or 5 years older, but i'm not complaining.

he grabs my wrist and leads me to the bar, sitting on a bar stool before patting the stool beside him, indicating for me to sit down.

i oblige and sit beside him, "my name is patrick bateman." he says, his voice deep as he looks at me, his eyes dark.

he grabs my hand that was on my lap, waiting for me to say my name, "my name is y/n l/n."

his hand continues to hold my hand as his other hand runs through his hair, "how old are you, princess?" he asks me, looking into my eyes.

i gulp and try to maintain eye contact.

"22."

i simply say, which makes him smirk. he must like that.

"good, good. i'm 27, you're not weirded out by that, right?"

i shake my head and smile, putting a hand on his shoulder, "oh! no, no, of course not. i like them older."

he raises his eyebrows, the smirk still on his face which makes me nervous.

"is that so?"

his hand trails up my thigh, his fingers getting extremely close to going under my short dress. he looks down at my thighs, and i hear him say something under his breath. he closes his eyes and inhales, exhaling after a few seconds.