Call Me | American Psycho Reader Insert

Chapter 16

Y/N's smile grew, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Good girl," he said, his voice a soft purr. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Because if you don't, I'll make sure everyone knows just how crazy you really are."

Evelyn felt a shiver of fear run down her spine, but she held his gaze, her voice firm. "I'll do it," she murmured. "But only if you leave me alone."

Y/N's smile grew, his eyes never leaving hers. "Very well," he said, his voice a soft purr. He stepped back, giving her the illusion of space. "But remember, Evelyn, if you don't play by the rules, there will be consequences."

With a final, chilling glance, he turned and left the room, his footsteps echoing down the hallway. Evelyn leaned against the wall, her body trembling with the effort of maintaining her facade. She knew he was watching her, waiting for the moment she would break. But she couldn't let him win. She had to find a way out of this nightmare.

The next morning, Y/N walked into his office, his usual calm demeanor in place, as if the events of the night before had never happened. His colleagues greeted him with nods and pleasantries, oblivious to the monster lurking beneath the surface. The detective's arrival was like a punch to the gut, the reality of the situation crashing down around him.

"Mr. Bateman," the detective said, his voice gruff and unyielding. "Could I have a word with you?"

Y/N looked up from his paperwork, his smile forced. "Of course, detective," he said, his voice a sickly sweet facade of innocence. "How can I assist you today?"

The detective's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing through the fake veneer. "I've had some troubling reports about you, Mr. Bateman," he said, his voice flat. "A Miss Evelyn Williams has accused you of some...disturbing behavior."

Y/N's smile never wavered, his eyes cold and calculating. "Oh, Evelyn," he murmured, his voice a symphony of feigned concern. "We had a bit of a...misunderstanding. She's just upset, that's all. You know how women can be."

The detective's eyes narrowed, the tension in the room growing thick. "I've seen a lot of things in my time, Mr. Bateman," he said, his voice a warning. "And I've learned that when a woman's upset, there's usually a very good reason behind it."

Y/N's smile grew wider, his eyes never leaving the detective's. "I assure you, it's all just a misunderstanding," he said, his voice oily and smooth. "Miss Williams is a very emotional woman. She tends to exaggerate things, especially when she's upset."

The detective's gaze never wavered, his expression unreadable. "I'd still like to hear your side of the story," he said, his voice as unyielding as steel. "What happened between you two last night?"

Y/N's smile remained plastered on his face, his heart racing beneath his designer suit. "We had an argument," he admitted, his voice as smooth as silk. "But it was nothing more than a lovers' spat. I assure you, detective, it's all just a misunderstanding."

The detective's eyes bore into him, his skepticism palpable. "And what was this misunderstanding about?" he pressed, his tone unyielding.

Y/N took a deep, controlled breath, his smile never slipping. "It was about a dress," he said, his voice a calming balm. "Paul had been bragging about a suit he had, and I, well, I may have overreacted." He chuckled lightly, as if the whole situation was absurd. "You know how it is, detective. Sometimes these things just get out of hand."

The detective's expression remained unchanged, his eyes boring into Y/N's like twin lasers. "A dress," he repeated, his voice flat. "That's what this is about."

Y/N nodded, his smile never faltering. "A suit, actually," he corrected, his voice a soothing lilt. "It's all just a terrible misunderstanding, I assure you."