Teaching Dominance ||Colin Farrell||

1. What A Coincidence.

Drinking at a bar was always my forte. To clear my mind from heavy thoughts and fucked up memories.
And when I say fucked up, I mean my mother died giving birth to me, my father got arrested for beating up a billiard component to his death while drunk when I was sixteen and I have not seen him since then. Right now, I live alone. I have an average apartment in New York. I am currently working as a waitress at Domino's and starting my first year of college at Hunter College.

Damn thoughts. Damn memories. I'm such a dumbass for giving my virginity to a douchebag who ends up repeating what we did but I wasn't the one who was below him. Damn fuckers--

"Damn, little lady." Little lady? "You need to slow down if you don't want to end up in one of those guys' bed."

Slowly turning my head to the direction of the speaker to my left, I was almost face to face with a dark-haired, and dark eyed man smirking at me.

"Who?" I ask.

His smirking lips remains as he slowly points his thumb to his back, a few drunk teenagers laughing and eyeing me while a blonde winks at me before taking a sip of his drink.
"They have been talking about you since you took your first sip."

I look back at him, leaving me to realize he's wearing a black button up shirt and black pants that fits his body perfectly. Also, nice cologne. "That was hours ago."

He nods his head while his smirk widens. "Precisely. Now, may ask why a little girl like you be drinking five bottles of whiskey on a Monday night?"

"I don't know who you are, nor why I should tell you my whole life story when I'm not asking yours." I take one last sip of whiskey before dropping a two hundred dollar bill on the counter and standing up adding, "And I'm not anyone's little girl." before walking angrily out of the bar.
Yes, I downed five bottles of whiskey and still can walk.

Pushing the class door open, I waved the first taxi that comes into view, only for it to be driving straight as if I did not do a thing to catch the driver's attention. "Fucking asshole!" I shout as he drives past me. Egghead.

Great. Now I have to fucking wait. Just gerrrreat.

"Cab ignored you?" The familiar scent has returned.

"How many bottles of perfume do you finish a day?" I bitterly chuckle, not turning to meet his eyes.

A big hand is placed on my left shoulder. "How many bottles of booze do you finish hourly?"

I turn to meet his smirking face again this time. "Don't touch me." I shrug of his hand, "and fuck off." After flipping him off, I begin walking down to the direction of the cab that left me having a disgusting moment with this cocky ass bastard.

"Wait, miss!" Didn't realize he has a slight Irish accent. "Let me give you a ride home, please. I apologize for my previous actions." He catches up to me, grabbing my arm lightly to meet his gaze once again.

Really, whiskey? Now you're giving me the after effects? "Alright." Was all I managed to say before he guides me to his black Ferrari. Nice car, I must admit.

He opens the passenger seat and I just casually walk and sit in. He closes the door once I was in, before running to the driver's seat and closing it behind him. I close my eyes and was expecting the cat to roar but instead I feel his hand on my neck, turning my head to meet his eyes once more.

"You are very... beautiful." He whispers as he leans closer and gives my neck a quick kiss before letting me go and starts the car. "Where do you live, little girl?"

Is he serious?

"Just take a right and another right and then a left there until you reach a building that's blue." Yup, whiskey's having fun in my brain right now.