REJECTED: The Alpha Behind The Mask

Victoria’s POV

“Were you able to reach him?” he asked, while I chuckled softly before speaking up. “How do you know it’s a he?” I asked,

He laughed and ran his fingers through his hair. “Just a nice guess.”

I flashed him a weak smile before speaking, “Thanks, I was able to get through him, I’ll have to go back home.”

“You mean back to the hospital.” he asked with raised eyebrows.

I was shocked by his words. I wasn’t putting on a hospital dress, then how did he know I was hospitalized.

“Don’t think too much, your hands sold you out.” With his words, I stared at my left hand and realized an injection spot was still there, which made me sigh heavily and started walking away.

“Did you run away from the hospital?” he asked as he walked behind me.

“No, I just needed some fresh air.” I murmured.

“Oh, so have you gotten enough fresh air for the day?” he asked playfully, while I chuckled and turned in his direction.

“Not yet. I’m not very knowledgeable about this place.”

“Are you new here?” he asked.

“Yeah, I live in California.”

“Oh, wow, so do I.” he blurts happily.

I smiled at him and kept walking. We walked in silence until he spoke up, “I can show you around, if you’d like.”

I turned and stared at him, he looked like a nice guy and I wanted to see the streets of Australia because I might not have a chance like this ever again. “Sure.”

he smiled at me and led the way.

“So, where are we going?” I asked while walking behind him.

“Somewhere you would like.” he brought forth his hand to me. I stared at it and hesitated for a while before taking it.

I sighed to myself when I realized his hands weren’t as warm and comfortable as Eric’s.

A soft groan escaped from my lips for thinking about Eric when I was supposed to be mad at him. It’s funny how everyone and everything around me reminds me of him.

“We are here.” I looked around and noticed we were in front of a bar. “This is the most popular bar in the city,” he announced. I nodded my head at him and walked in.

He pulled out a seat for me and we both sat across each other. “Thanks,” I mumbled.

He smiled and fixed his gaze on me. ”What?” I asked nervously and looked away.

He smiled at me and slowly shook his head, “How old are you?” He asked.

“Eight….” I paused and remembered I was no longer eighteen.

“Sorry, I was just nervous,” I said with a soft chuckle.

“It’s okay, so how old are you.”, he asked again.

“I’m twenty-four.” I responded.

“You don’t act like one.” He said with a smile,

“Meaning,” I asked, confused.

“You behave like a girl who is in her teens,” he responded.

I smiled at him and looked away. Of course, I would behave like that, I just lost my memory, but I can’t tell him that.

“So, how old are you?”

“I’m twenty-five, a year older than you,” he replied.

“Well, you behave older than your age.”

“Really?” he chuckled and shook his head. “I will take that as a compliment.” he smiled widely at me and signaled the waitress to get us a drink. “What would you have?” he asked

“A bottle of beer.” I spoke happily. Ever Since I was seventeen, I have been waiting for a moment when I could drink beer in public, and now was a good opportunity.

“Don’t you think it’s not a good idea since you are on drugs?”

“Oh, it’s not that serious, I just had a small hit on my head, I’m totally fine.” I lied, so he would let me have the drink.

“You sure you are okay?” he asked again.

“Yeah, sure.” I flashed him an assuring smile.

“Very well, then.” he ordered two bottles of beer.

We sat there in silence while I looked around the bar and stared at people having fun.

“So when are you going back to California?” he asked. I shrugged my shoulders and said, “Maybe in two weeks’ time, why did you ask?”

“I’ll be leaving in three days from now. I have to go back to work.”

“Alright.” I nodded my head and smiled back at the waiter, who smiled at me and dropped the bottles of beer on the table.

“So, what’s your name?” I asked.

“Maurice, you can call me Maurice.”

“Nice name.” I smiled and poured the beer into a glass cup before taking a sip of it. A small frown appeared on my face as I took the first sip of the beer, but I quickly wiped it off, so he wouldn’t take notice.

We drank in silence until he spoke up, “So what do you do?” he asked.

His words made me bite my lips because I didn’t know what to say to him, but I remembered Eric said I was a bartender.

“I’m a bartender.” I smiled nervously and took another sip of the drink.

“Wow, you don’t behave like one.” He said with a chuckle.

“I will take that as a compliment.” I beamed at him and looked away.

He chuckled loudly and took another sip of his drink. “So, what do you do?” I returned his question.

“I’m an architect,” he replied.

“Nice one, you don’t look like one.” I teased him, while he shook his head and chuckled. “You are hilarious.” he smiled at me and ordered more drinks.

We drank for hours, knowing each other more, until I noticed my eyes were becoming blurry.

“Would you love to dance with me,” he asked as he brought forth his hands to me. With a smile, I took his hands and tried to get up, but realized my feet were heavy.

“You are drunk.” he grumbled to himself. “I’m such a fool, I should have asked you how many bottles you could handle.” I heard him murmuring to himself and felt him wrap my hand on his shoulder while he slowly walked me out of the club.

He called a taxi, put me in and sat beside me. He told the driver the venue of the hospital, while I tiredly placed my head on his left shoulder. Tiredly, I closed my eyes even when I tried to force them open.

A few minutes later, I noticed the car stopped, but couldn’t open my eyes.

“Stay here.” he left me in the car and went inside the hospital. I wanted to speak or move, but I couldn’t.

He left me for a while until I noticed the door of the car opened, and heard nurse Agnes’ voice from my sleep. ”Thank goodness you are back.” nurse Agnes murmured in a worried tone.

Alpha Eric’s POV

“Is she back yet?” I asked as soon as the call was picked.

“No, sir, She is not here yet.” she spoke tiredly.

“Shit.” I groaned angrily and cut the call.

I took out my clothes from the closet and threw them on the bed with anger, while running my fingers through my hair in frustration.

I placed my luggage on the bed and took out some clothes from the closet and threw them on the bed with anger.

I groaned in anger and slammed my closet. Victoria had been out of the hospital for almost three hours, and only the thought of that was killing me.

I noticed my phone ringing, quickly went for the phone and was disappointed when I realized it was my pilot calling.

“Hello.”

“Sir, I’m at the airport.”

“I will be there.” I murmured, and kept back the phone on the bed.

I picked up the clothes from the bed, folded them and put them in the luggage.

I arranged whatever I would need before making a call to my driver to come get my things. He went into my room, took out my luggage and other things I would be traveling with, and took them downstairs to the car.

I checked the time and saw that it was a few minutes to 12am. I picked up the black jeans from the bed, put them on, before putting on a long black shirt. I put on my shoes and combed my hair and left my room. I got downstairs to the car, sat at the back seat before my driver drove off.

I closed my eyes in deep thoughts, wishing I was in Australia already. I opened my eyes when I realized my phone was ringing. Quickly I went for it and quickly picked it up when I realized it was nurse Agnes calling.

“Is Victoria back?” I asked in panic.

“Yes sir.”

“Thank goodness.” I sighed in relief.

“She came back too drunk from alcohol and I have to give her some drugs, they will help subside the effect of the alcohol on her medication.” She explained while I groaned in emotion and closed my eyes to control my anger.

“How is she?” I finally spoke up, after several moments of silence.

“She is fine, but will be asleep for the next twelve to thirteen hours,” She explained.

“I will be in Australia by then, thanks for everything.”

“You are welcome, sir.”

I ended the call and groaned in anger. Victoria getting drunk was something I never wanted.

The drive was silent until I arrived at the airport, got out of the car while my driver and flight attendant took out my things from the car.

I got into the private jet and settled in before my pilot took off. Bored, I opened my computer and started working on some files for hours before I finally slept off.

I was awoken by a soft whisper of my flight attendant calling out my name. With a groan, I opened my eyes.

“Sir, we are landing in three minutes.” She announced.

I nodded my head and arranged myself. I never knew I could sleep for this long.

The jet landed on our parking spot and when I stepped out of the jet I saw my car was already waiting for me.

My driver put my luggage in the car before entering the car.

“Take me to the hospital.”

“Yes sir.” he started the car and drove off.

Within a few minutes, we were parked at the hospital. I came out of the car and rushed in with nurses and doctors greeting me.

I went to her room, opened the door and stepped in. When I got into the room, I found her deep asleep.

“Good day, Mr. Eric.” nurse Agnes greeted.

I nodded my head at her and walked towards Victoria’s bed. She looked so beautiful and adorable while she was asleep. I ran my fingers on her face and moved away.

“How is she?” I asked,

“She is fine, the young man brought her early enough.”

“Young man.” I asked, while staring at sleeping Victoria.

“Yes, a young man brought her back, but don’t worry, she wasn’t touched.” She assured me.

I groaned and moved away. “What is his relationship with her?” I asked, jealously.

“I don’t know, but he told me they had a few drinks together.” she whispered almost to herself, so she wouldn’t anger me.

I nodded my head and sucked a deep breath to calm my nerves. “I’ll go see the doctor.” I went to the door and left.

I got to the doctor’s office, and took a seat across him.

“How is she?”

“She is getting better, she should be discharged in a few days’ time,” he suggested.

I sighed in relief and relaxed on the chair. “What about her lost memory?” I asked doctor Stephen, who thought for a while before he spoke up, “Like I told you, that will come in a gradual process, you just have to be patient.”

I nodded my head and stood to my feet.

“Make sure you don’t stress her using her brains, her memories will come on its own.” He advised.

“Thanks for everything.” I shook hands with him before leaving his office.

I got back to Victoria’s room and noticed she was still sleeping. Sighing heavily, I took the chair across her, sat down and stared at her sleeping peacefully.

I was angry at her. How could she go out and get herself drunk with a total stranger? A few minutes later, I saw her move on the bed, indicating she was about to wake up.

“I’ll go get her some food, she must be starving.” nurse Agnes suggested.

“Thank you.”

She stared at Victoria one more time before leaving the room.

I sat there with my intense gaze fixed on her, the love I have for this woman scares me. I knew if I lost her again, I might lose my mind.

I heard her murmur softly before she placed her hands on her forehead and sighed heavily. Slowly, she opened her eyes and held my gaze.