Daddy's Little Girl. |A.I.|

Two.

10 weeks prior, 3rd P.O.V:

The  strong, yet sweet, aroma of alcohol that filled club hit the girl right in the face as she walked in with her friends. Some way too loud techno music was playing in the club her friends had dragged her to against her will. It usually would have given her an headache, but the alcohol that was already in her blood suppressed the ache. Her eyes scanned the room looking for something interesting to keep her busy for the next couple of hours while her friends were off hooking up with random guys. Her eyes eventually landed on the bar. 

Stumbling through the sweaty crowd she made her way to the bar. Sitting down with a sigh, she ordered three shots of tequila. In what seemed not even a second the bartender had her shots ready and was asking for the money to pay for them. Cursing under her breath the girl remembered that one of her friends had her wallet, because she was too stubborn to bring a purse herself. She looked around the room trying to find the friend that had her stuff, but because of the crowdedness she was not able to find her. 

The girl turned her attention back to the bartender and she was ready to apologize for not having her money with her, when a stranger have the tender fifty dollar bill. 

"That's for her drinks and mine", he shouted over the music and winking at her. The girl saluted him with her shot and downed it. Her faces shrugged from the bitterness of the drink, but that didn't stop her from taking the other two shots right after the first. The man next to her looked impressed, "I don't think I have ever seen a girl that can down three shots of tequila that fast after each other" he chuckled. 

"I guess those girls don't know how to party than", the girl stated and stood up from her seat at the bar. Practically ready to walk away, because she wasn't really in the mood to talk to anyone tonight, she remembered something. "Thanks for paying" she said dry and walked over to the dance floor. 

The techno music seemed to have become even louder and more up-beat from when the girl walked into the club fifteen minutes ago. Pushing through the crowd she found her own spot on the dance floor to let loose. All the stress from the previous week was washed away as she hips to the rhythm of the beat. She felt a pair of hands come up from behind trying to hold on to her hips, but wanting to be left alone she pushed them away and continued to dance on her own. 

Everything became a bit hazy as the tequila shots started to kick in and all her friends seemed to have disappeared. All the sounds in the room blended together in one big mass, making the girl's head spin.

Air. She needed fresh air. 

Once again stumbling drunkly through the crowd trying to make her way outside. Almost tripping over the doorstep she finally made it. Taking a deep breath her lungs filled themselves with the cold air of the night. The pounding feeling in her head weakened the longer she was outside. The pounding almost resembled the beat of the music inside the club. 

"So a thanks for paying  is all I get?!" someone asked pissed behind her. The girl cursed on her breath, "hello? Someone is talking to you" the same person said again. She turned around and low and behold the same man that paid for her drink her stood there. 

"Did I ask you to pay for me?" she asked him in the same tone he had spoken to her, "I'm pretty sure I did not".  "You didn't have any money with you!" the guy said getting more angry with every second. 

"But did  I ask you to pay?" the girl asked him again also getting more angry with every second, "I don't think I did, did I?". Thinking she had gotten her point across the girl tried to walk away once again, but the man wasn't having it and grabbed her harsh by her arm. "What heck?! Let me go!" the girl exclaimed trying to get her arm out of his strong grip. This seemed to anger the man in front of her even more, "Why can't you be thankful for me giving you that drink?!". 

The girl looked frustrated around her trying to make eye contact with someone, but everyone that was outside didn't seem to care for this man that was harassing her. Wildly wiggling her arm to get out of his grip, she started to panic that this man was really going to hurt her beyond some bruises. The man pulled her close to him. His breath fanned over her face and neck as he chuckled lowly, "you will have to repay me first, baby" he smirked as he whispered in her ear "I think you know how". 

All the alcohol she had previously consumed seemed to have disappeared as the panic took over in the girl's body as she known all too good what this man in front her was referring to. In a split second she made the decision of stepping harshly on the man's foot with her heeled sandals. The man groaned in pain and loosened his grip on her arm. Quickly the girl made her escape back inside the club trying to disappear between the many people that also decided to go out. 

Swiftly moving through all the people she tried to find her friends. A wave of relieve came over her when she saw them standing by the bar doing shots. Making her way to them, she was greeted with drunk smiles and slurred words about a group of hot guys they had seen in the VIP section. While her friends were discussing tactics on how to get the attentions of those guys, the girl was looking around angsty to make sure the man she had previously encountered hadn't followed her. She luckily found that he had decided to leave her alone and she turned back to her friends. 

"Do you want one?", one of her friends asked referring to a shot of whatever strong liquor they had ordered. The girl nodded quickly needing some more alcohol in her system after what happened outside. Downing the shot the girl could feel the alcohol taking over her system once again and replacing the panic. The bartender placed ten more shots of the same liquor on the bar. The girls divided them and started taking shot after shot. Soon the girl was back to her familiar hazy state and was enjoying herself again. 

She doesn't know what time it is, but she did know that she was enjoying herself. A lot. How many shots and drinks she had she also didn't know. The girl was pretty sure she lost count after eight. Somehow she found her way back to the dance floor where she had been dancing for what felt like hours. The girl was swaying her hips to the beat of the music and she felt the eyes of one particular person on her. She had caught him looking multiple times now. Sneakily she had observed him, when he shied away from her gaze. A tall man with slightly curly hair and cute dimples. 

What she didn't know is that this tall man with slightly curly hair and cute dimples had observed her ever since she came walking in the club. He had seen the other man buying a drink, her downing the drinks and walking away, but he had also seen the man following her outside and harassing her. The tall man had been wanting to take action against the other man, but then he saw that the girl herself already took action herself. He had felt bad that he didn't help her get away from the other man. Maybe she would have noticed him sooner if he had.

The way she moved her body made the man with curly hair get all types of tingly feelings send through out his body, making him eager to talk to her and touch her. Her body moving to perfectly in sync with the music, made it even harder for him to control himself. 

With a bright white smile she turned around and grabbing her friends hands, dancing with her. His breath was caught in his throat as they made eye contact once again. This time he didn't shy away and kept her gaze. She bite her bottom lip and she excused herself to her friend. She smiled seductively as she slowly walked towards him. The both knew what was going to happen.

''Hello stranger,'' She said over the loud music and let her hand trail over his bicep, ''I caught you staring multiple times evening, so I thought I would come and say hi.'' The man didn't reply, he was to caught up looking at how her pink plump lips moved as she spoke to him. 

''Got nothing to say, big boy?'' She smirked and the man now stared directly into her in the eyes. 

"I prefer to be called daddy, sweetheart."