Summary: Patrick takes you to his family vacation house.
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It was the longest day that you thought would never end as you were in the middle of a party in Patrick's friend's fancy vacation house; his name was Timothy Bryce, as you could remember and he was the only interesting person Bateman knew, besides you of course.
Drinking another glass of wine, you quickly glanced at a group of people standing close enough to you so you could hear them talking.
"Did you see who Patrick came with?" A good-looking woman asked her dark-haired friend, fumbling the necklace with a finger as she seemed to be anxious.
"Not really. But I am curious about what happened to Evelyn."
"I heard they broke up... Bateman literally tore her heart into pieces."
"Ohhh, what a poor thing." A brunette laminated before she turned her gaze in your direction, looking over your back.
When you were about to spin around and check what was the object of her attention, you bumped into a solid male chest and almost right away, you felt the enveloping scent of expensive masculine perfume.
"Drank too much, sweetie?" Patrick crooned in a cute tone, wrapping your waist in a second.
"N-no, you just showed up so suddenly," frowning a bit, you shook an empty glass in front of his eyes. "You're lucky I didn't stain your suit."
With a soft chuckle, Bateman pulled you closer to whisper: "Let's sneak out of here, Sugar."
"Wasn't it you who persuaded me to come here?"
"Yeah... I know," he murmured, tickling your earlobe with his hot breath. "I just want to show you something..."
"What is it?" You rejoined, looking up to find his eyes glowing with an undisguised thrill.
"What an impatient girl..."
"Say what you want to say, Patrick."
Bateman smirked before he pecked your cheekbone, stroking your shoulders as if he wanted you to relax. "Just wanna take you to a really luxurious house."
Stunned by his sudden offer, you quickly looked around, tagging a ruthless lock behind your ear. "Your friend won't be offended?" "I don't think he will even notice us leaving."
With a soft smile on your face, you placed a glass on the table nearby as you knew him too well–that was not a suggestion to visit his house; it was a statement, so you didn't really have a say in that.
After a while, Patrick's limo was taking you further and further away from Timothy's cottage by the second. Trapped in your thoughts, you pressed your cheek against the cold glass as you were watching the scenery outside the window changing so fast.
