💋🔪his pretty woman chapter two🔪💋
💋🔪His pretty woman chapter one💋🔪
Warnings: smut, implied violence, fluff, Patrick being well… Patrick, cursing, body worship kinda? Accidental nude scene, Patrick actually having a sense of humor, female reader, y/n mention, implied murder, prob spelling mistakes
Author’s note: Guys, not gonna lie this was a bit more fluff then smut but hey I’m not complaining✋
Patrick shoves you onto the bed forcefully, as he loosens his dark blood red, armani exchange tie.
His white button up shirt soon followed, as his lips found your neck, planting territorial kisses on the side of your neck, claiming what was soon to be his. Soon Patrick sought his lip’s to a higher place, trailing your jawline, he neared your lip’s; before you pulled away.
“Nuh uh pretty boy, I don’t kiss on the lips, atleast.”
“Why not?” Patrick said, coldly “cause” you said, whilst grabbing his hand, softly trailing it under your shirt. “It’s too personal”
“Ugh” he plant’s his hand’s on his hips, slightly annoyed “anything else off limit’s, y/n?”
“Nope, I’ll do whatever you want”
An idea sparked in his head, anything?
You woke up the next morning, aching. It was the first time you had stayed the night with a client.
Your hand rubbed your left thigh, the scar he left was very visible you hadn’t expected him to use a knife. You had told him anything except for kissing.
The amount of stuff you had to endure last night was unbearable, Jesus, Kip was right don’t go with men who smile to much and seem nice, it’s always too good to be true.
Patrick soon approached you, he wore a black Cerruti suit, his hair slicked back with an obnoxious amount of hair jell.
“morning” said Patrick, you groaned slightly, running a hand thru your messy hair “mmh good morning, you got anything else you wanna do?” “No, I have a strict routine, I’m not messing it up for you.” “Well, Mr perfection, can I use your shower?” “Make it quick, I have to leave soon”
And with that you hopped out of the bed, missing the feeling of the silk sheets on your skin but you wished to feel the warm water against your cold skin.
Patrick, laced up his fancy leather shoe’s. His phone soon rang, as soon as it did he gained a professional look upon his face.
Soon the obnoxious voice of his friend, Craig McDermott rang thru the phone
“Hey Bateman what’cha doing?”
“Getting ready for work.”
“Alright well, bryce is having a party later, I mean not so much of a party but fuck- you know what I mean.”
“Yeah, no need to explain”
“Okay but, I wanted to know if you needed a girl for it, since you and Evelyn broke up” his voice faded out of Patrick’s ear’s, as he was more focused on what he saw.
You, freshly out of the shower. A towel wrapped loosely around your body, another currently drying your
“No need, I already found a girl” and with that, before McDermott could get another word in, Patrick hung up.
You lazily brought your gaze up to, surprising, see Patrick.
Your heart raced, you thought he had left for work, your face turned blood red with embarrassed blush fading onto your face.
“P-PATRICK?!” You squealed
“yes?” He said, his voice drained of all emotion, his face held a hard exterior; that wasn’t the only thing about him that was hard.
Immediately you pulled the towel up to your chin, sure he saw you naked last night but this was different!
This time you weren’t prepared, caught off guard!
You gulped loudly “I thought you left for work?” “And leave you here alone? Please you’d probably steal something, how dumb do you think I am”
Your gaze averted to the marble tiled floor, in a disappointed and angry look, you grumbled under your breath.
Patrick took a deep breath, inching closer to you with each step he took; roughly he grabbed your chin forcing you to look up.
“If you’re going to talk to me, use your voice. I’m sure you can make louder words with that-“
He glanced down at your throat, for a split second before looking back at your eyes
“That small throat of yours, what did you say?”
“…i’m not a thief” “what was that? I couldn’t hear you speak up!” Patrick said, in a joking mannerism.
You said louder, with a slight grin on your face
“I’M NOT A THIEF!” You laughed along with him.
His grip on your chin loosened “good girl” he wiped the corner’s of his eyes, to remove the slight tears he had from how much he had just laughed.
Your eyesight focused on his tie, it was a bit crooked, so you extended one of your hands and fixed it for him, before giving him a slight pinch on the cheek
As you collected your clothes from last night, it was hard to try and keep your towel from falling. Whenever you’d grab something of yours, you’d risk your towel falling, and you wouldn’t want to embarrass your self infront of such a fine and articulate man, such as Patrick.
He had himself leaning against a nearby wall, dissecting every single movement you made.
Eventually he got fed up, you were just taking to damn long, and he had a meeting to get too.
Patrick sighed in annoyance, pushing his self off the wall as he strutted over to you. “Move I’ll get it” he commanded, in a rough and demanding tone.
You put your hands up in a mock defense “alright alright, don’t kill me over this” you chuckle, that struck a nerve with Patrick
Oh God, she knows. How the FUCK does she know?! Did she go thru my stuff … no stayed up all night to watch her there’s no way, she’s just joking for sure, definitely. She doesn’t know I’ve killed people, right.
Patrick tightened his tie slightly, clenching his jaw tightly. He let out a fake chuckle in response, to your mediocre joke.
“I’ll try not to” Patrick looked over his shoulder, showing how he was holding up your panties from last night. Your face turned red, you immediately went out to grab it, while letting out a slur of profanity at him.
the towel fell Right as you grabbed your underwear
Patrick’s eyes scanned your body, a slight smirk tugging at the edge of his lips. “Sit down” he said, commanding.
You went to grab the towel, but, Patrick’s hand roughly grabbed your wrist, leaving you completely bare.
“I said sit down” you nodded in response, sitting down on the nearby bed.
Slowly, but surely, he went on his knees before you, looking up, with your clothes scattered around him; within arms reach.
Patrick started slowly pulling your panties up your thighs, slowly dressing you.
Your breath got heavy and jagged, with every piece of clothing Patrick put on you. His gaze looking up at you, a hint of longing, a very subtle soft look.
“Listen, I know you’re in a rush. I can dress my self”
“Once I start something, I finish it”
After Patrick finished dressing you, he headed towards the door, leading you out with him. He had his head facing you.
“You said, a hundred an hour right?”
“Yea, why baby you wanna keep me a little longer?” Your fingers grazed his chin softly, as you spoke through a faux seductive voice.
“Well, your smarter then I gave you credit for.”
He closed the hotel door behind him, as he placed one foot infront of the other, his hand slyly finding way to your waist.
“Since I had to book the hotel the whole week, how about you stay with me for the week. How does that sound?”
“Sound’s good with me, sugar. It’s gonna cost ya though.”
Before you could say another word, Patrick cut you off.
“Ten thousand should suffice?”
Your eyes immediately shot out of you head, TEN THOUSANDS DOLLARS?!
“Well, if you got money to spend like that-“ your eyes went down to his crotch “i definitely wouldn’t mind a bigger tip.”
Patrick laughed in response. Not answering you though
But your mind still raced, was he really paying that much for you, if so you’d do a hell of a lot more then just sleep with him, you’d marry the son of a bitch for that much money.
