REJECTED: The Alpha Behind The Mask

Victoria’s POV

“Stop staring.” Gracie’s voice got my attention. I peered one more time at them before looking away. Seeing him show so much care and love to that submissive generated a sudden pain to me, and I wish I wasn’t working here tonight.

“Take this to the DOM over there”. I followed the direction of her gaze and realized the DOM was no other person than a DOM mike.

“Why don’t you serve him.” I asked, almost like a plead.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“You also don’t like him ?” She asked, “Yes, he is a pest to my life.” I murmured,

She scoffed and handed the tray to me. “I also hate him, but I have to put a fake smile on my face whenever I serve him drinks because I don’t wanna be in his bad book, and I think you should do the same. This man is dangerous, and I can feel it in my bones.” she spoke firmly and took another tray of drink and went to a different direction.

I groaned, frustrated, before walking towards the direction of the DOM mike. Strolling toward his direction, I could see a young lady with a tiny body on his lap, and he was murmuring words to her while his eyes were on the play.

“Here is your drink”. I dropped the tray on the table beside him. He eyed me for a moment like he was trying to read through me, which frightened me. I noticed his gaze on me, so I quickly looked away and did not allow him to say a word before I hurried out of his sight.

I got to the bar stand and noticed Gracie was already there. ”That was fast.” Gracie spoke up, which made me roll my eyes at her and look away. I moved my gaze around the room and once again it fell on DOM Tim.

His eyes were on the play going on the stage while he gently stroked the hair of the submissive on his lap. I stared at them and felt jealous, he treats her so well, yet he hates me so much.

A DOM signaled his hand to me, which made me avert my gaze away from them. I walked over to him and realized it was DOM Eli. I felt angry and irritated, but as Gracie said, I needed to hide my feelings from them.

“How can I help you, sir.” I asked in a calm voice, but my anger could be felt. He gave me a quizzical stare and roughly ran his fingers through his hair, but did not say a word.

“Sir?” I called out to him with irritation, while he sighed and hesitated for a while before speaking. “A glass of red wine.” He murmured out those words while staring at me like he was trying to penetrate my soul.

“Give me a minute.” Quickly, I walked away from him with a frown on my face. I got the drink he demanded and went back to him.

“Here you have it.” I said, and kept the drink on the table beside him. After dropping the drink, I wanted to walk away, but he called out to me.

“Can I talk to you after the play.” He asked, almost like a plead.

“No”. I quickly replied, without having a second thought, which made him take a sip of his drink and glare at me regretfully. “I only wanted to talk to you, but I did not know it would result in that way.” He pleaded.

“Sir, I’m working now, can I leave.” I spoke with annoyance. He glanced at me for a while before he nodded his head, while I sighed in annoyance and walked away.

I walked back to the bar stand and settled my eyes on the play. I glared in shock as I stared at the dominant and submissive on the stage. The dominant was totally naked with a whip in his hand, while the sub was kneeling on the floor with her ass up facing the crowd with no shame in her. Before I knew what was going on, he wiped her on the ass.

“One master!” she moaned loudly.

I fixed my gaze at her and realized she was also enjoying it, which made me shook my head in disbelief and eyed her, wondering how someone would be having pleasure in pain.

I moved my gaze around the room and noticed the submissive on each DOM’s laps were already riding on the DOM’s laps, while the Doms who weren’t with a submissive were stroking their already hard Dick with their clothes on.

I shook my head and wondered how people could be turned on just by watching a man wiping a lady.

“I told you to stop staring.” Hearing Gracie’s voice, made me groan and look away, “I’ve asked you to stop staring.” She murmured.

“Sorry, I was just curious.” I grumbled.

“Don’t be. Just do whatever you have to do and stay away from them.” She urged in a serious tone. I nodded my head and went back to what I was doing.

I tried working, but I couldn’t. Each time I try to concentrate, my gaze always falls on him, and I can’t help it.

I stared at them and noticed how happy the sub seated on his lap was. She had so much smile on her face and, for strange reasons, I was jealous of her. I don’t want to be a sub, but I also don’t want him showing too much care to other subs.

He caught my gaze again and this time his green eyes were sparkling, and I couldn’t help but marvel how handsome he would look if I could get to see his face, just a glimpse of it, and I would be satisfied.

I saw him whispered something into her ear and watched her giggle like a kid. Softly, he kissed her cheek and gently stroked her hair with so much care and love that it sent a sharp pain to my heart. The play came to an end and some Doms hurried out of the playroom with their submissive to their private rooms.

He stood on his feet and locked eyes with me, but I couldn’t hold his gaze because I knew I was falling for this man behind the mask.