Utterly Insane (Patrick Bateman x Reader)

Chapter 5- Dinner

It took Patrick a couple of days to think of a restaurant suitable for a woman like Y/n. After making the bet and losing at the Christmas party, he thought it would be a good idea to take her Dorsia's, but remembered that Y/n didn't want to go there. He found it odd since every woman in New York dreams of eating at Dorsia's, yet Y/n wished to not go there. He decided that it would be one of the questions he would ask her along with a few others that would help him better understand her.

Patrick decided to take her to an Italian restaurant named Argtine, (He was going to take Evelyn there one time, but she refused saying it wasn't up to her standards) He called ahead making sure to reserve one of there best tables and then called Y/n since he found her business card in one of his pockets when he got home after the party. It still amazed him how he wasn't able to feel her slipping the card when he was certain he was looking at her all the time they were together.

While Patrick was waiting for Y/n to arrive he looked around studying the decor and the different types of people. The restaurant has a dark ambiance to it with dark velvet red walls, photos of jazz musicians with their signature who had eaten there, an open bar with 3 bartenders stationed there making drinks, and large windows that looked out to the Manhattan nightlife. What took most of his attention was the stage at the end of the room where live jazz musicians played while one of them sang, capturing most of the customer's attention. He also noticed many tables having families, couples of all ages, and different men in suits talking business.

As Patrick watches the band play, he softly hears heels hitting the carpet walking towards his direction. He looks towards the sound and holds his breath as he watches Y/n follow the host towards the table he sits at. He stood up as he took in her appearance, a black lace corset dress with lace draped on the bottom, red bottom black heels, a matching diamond jewelry set, a small black handbag, and her signature black gloves. Y/n softly smiles at the host in thanks as she gently places her hand in Patrick's awaiting hand and guides her to her seat.

She looks around in awe as Patrick pushes her chair in and smiles at him once he sits down across from her. "This place is amazing, Mr. Patrick Bateman." She says as Patrick grins at her.

"Just call me Patrick since you already made and won a bet against me." He slightly jokes making her snicker.

"What if I like calling you that, Mr. Patrick Bateman." Y/n slightly teases with a faint blush on her cheeks. Patrick once again starts feeling that strange feeling once again while also feeling a hot sensation on his cheeks.

"Well then, I hope you mind if I call you Ms. Cartier then." Patrick grins as Y/n gives him a challenging look.

"You wouldn't." She dares him with her smirk.

"Try me." He says with his own challenging look. Suddenly, the waiter shows up to take their drink order while also giving Y/n a flirty wink, but her attention is mostly on Patrick. Once the waiter finished writing their drink that is when Y/n decided to speak first.

"You know my father would be quite jealous of you." Y/n says once the waiter left.

"Why?" Patrick asks with his brows furrowed.

"Cause he has been trying for a couple of weeks to take my mother to this exact restaurant and yet you have done it in just a few days." Y/n says imagining her father's expressions once she tells him where she had dinner at.

"Well, how lucky are we then." Patrick says with a smile and quickly winks making her blush deepen. The waiter shows up once again with drinks making the couple smile at each other.

Throughout dinner, they talked about things they were interested in while also finding out they have a lot more common than they originally thought. While they talked, Patrick still couldn't keep his mind from wondering on why she kept wearing her gloves everywhere she went.

"If you don't mind answering. Why do you always wear your gloves everywhere you go?" He questioned making her stop midway from taking a sip.

"Well, if I told you, I might have to kill you." She jokingly says with a wink.

"I'll take my chances."

Y/n thinks for a moment before taking a deep breath. "Ever since I was younger my father would be very careful with anything I touch since he would worry I would get sick or hurt myself. Then on my 15th birthday, he gave me my first pair of gloves and told me to never take them off unless I was at home and after that day, it would just become second nature to me." She explains while fiddling with her hands.

"What do you mean by getting sick?" Patrick questioned.

"You know that this world is not that perfect. Some people work hard for the things they have or it's just given to them. Then you have others that would hurt others just because they are jealous of their success. My family attracts certain "people" that would hurt us just for the money." Y/n explains while subconsciously looking around.

Patrick reaches out and places a hand on top of hers making her stop and look at him with wide eyes. "You don't have to worry about that when I'm around. I'll make sure that you're safe." He softly promises as she stares into his eyes just barely missing the dark glint in them.

"You really try to be the perfect man." She whispers as he smiles at her.

After eating and getting dessert, which Y/n tries to give a spoonful of her chocolate dessert to him, but declines till he gives in after many of her pleas. They walk out of the restaurant arms linked together while they discuss on when they will be able to do this again.

"I can't thank you enough, Patrick. This has to be one of the best nights I've ever had in a long time." Y/n says as she smiles at the hosts in thanks before walking out of the building.

"Do you need a cab to get back home?" Patrick asks, but Y/n shakes her head declining.

"That's nice of you, but I have my ride." She says once a black BMW M3 pulls up in front of them and the driver, an elderly man,  gets out going around the car to open the back seat door.

"Ms. Cartier." He smiled at her when he opened the door for her.

Y/n slowly lets go of Patrick's arm, not wanting the night to end, and looks up at Patrick. "I guess this is goodbye. I hope we can do this again sometime." She says with a small smile making Patrick smile back at her.

"I'll let you know as soon as possible when I'm free." He says and slowly places his hands on her waist, pulling her closer to him. "I also don't mind if you give me a call anytime you want." He quietly says as he gets closer to her face looking from her eyes then at her lips quickly.

She sees him leaning in closer looking at her lips making her heartbeat quicken since it was too soon for her and she has forgotten to ask what his relationship with Evelyn is like. So she slyly gets out of his embrace and quickly kisses him on the cheek. Patrick blinks in disbelief and watches her quickly walk to the car.

She turns around to look at him with a smile. "I hope you have a good night, Patrick." She says before entering the car. The driver closes the door before nodding at Patrick and walks to the driver's side getting in.

He watches the car drive away and a grin slowly makes his way on his face. Every single time they met, he grew more interested in her and wished to have her in his grasp to never let go of. This has to be the very first time Patrick wished to have somebody at his side, not to rule over or manipulate, but as an equal.

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