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Prologue
Two Years Earlier
“So,howaboutit?”Ashok giggled flirtily, playing with his hair. Hereallyliked Jack and was ecstatic he’d actually asked him out. Him, the boss’s son. No one would do this to him again.
Jack was a labourer at his father’s renovation company, Miller and Sons. They bought properties, did them up and sold them on for a profit. His father wanted him to join the family business, but Ashok had no desire to spend his days doing a job he hated.
What he wanted to do was dance. Day and night. He aspired to be a West End star or better still, a world-class choreographer. With his mum’s encouragement, he knew he could do it. He just had to make his father see it was a worthwhile profession, that he could make money doing it. His father, however, had other ideas.
Ashok turned his attention back to Jack, with his scruffy blond hair, sapphire blue eyes you could drown in and a tanned, muscled body Ashok couldn’t wait to explore. He’d had his eye on him for a while, and they’d chatted about music, TV shows, and eventually about themselves.
Jack had been shy at first, but it was clear they were both interested and he’d just asked Ashok to go out for the evening. There was some new bar in town he wanted to try, and the promise of a night out where they could both be who they were had sent a wave of excitement through Ashok. It wasn’t often he got to show this side of himself, usually hiding away the bold, confident person that he was. The person that loved wearing lace, loved exploring his sexuality.
“I’d love to go with you.” He looked at Jack confidently, letting him know just how much he wanted to. “I think we could have a great time.”
“Yeah? Me too. I can pick you up at…”
“No, no. Don’t come to the house. I’ll meet you there. Just tell me what time.”
“Eight? Is that OK?” Jack looked unsure.
“It’s perfect.” And it was. He had dance until seven thirty. He could shower at the gym and then go on to meet Jack. “I can’t wait.”
“Me either. I’m already imagining the evening.” Jack winked and stood, their lunch break finished. “I’ll see you later.”
Ashok was giddy with anticipation. Jack was gorgeous and the first man to show any interest in him, but having got to know him over the past few weeks, he felt comfortable with him. He found talking to other men difficult, but with Jack, it had been easy.
He smiled to himself as he cleared away his lunch and got back to work. Today was going to be the best day!
***
Several hours later, Ashok was sitting in the bar waiting for Jack to arrive. It was eight fifteen and he was a little late, but it didn’t matter. He was happy to wait. He’d purposely picked a table by the door, his glass of sparkling water in front of him. He didn’t drink, hated the smell and the taste, and while his brothers indulged, Ashok preferred to keep a clear head. He’d seen the effects it had on his father. Hadfeltthe effects it had on him too, and he refused to ever lose that kind of control.
The door to the bar opened, and Ashok looked up, relieved to see Jack walk in, but not completely on his own. He had two other guys with him.
“Ah, there he is. Sorry I’m late.” Ashok thought maybe he’d visited a few bars before coming to meet him. His speech was slurred, and he was unsteady on his feet. “I met these guys, and they persuaded me I needed a few drinks. You know, for Dutch courage.”
Ashok laughed, and Jack said goodbye to his friends before he came over to the table. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as it seemed after all.
“Let me get you another,” Jack said, pointing to his glass. “What is it? Vodka and tonic?”
“Just sparkling water, but I’m fine, thanks,” Ashok said, smiling, happy Jack had turned up.
“Water? Fucking hell, Ashok. You a saint or something?” Jack wavered before stumbling to the bar, laughing and joking with his friends there.
Ashok was feeling decidedly uneasy now. This wasn’t how he’d envisaged the night going at all. He thought they were going to have a few drinks, maybe a kiss or two, but the way Jack was acting brought memories of his father to mind. Memories he’d rather forget.
A glass thumped on the table in front of him.
“Water. Like you wanted.” Jack sat next to Ashok and threw his arm across the back of the seat before leaning in to whisper in his ear. “You look fuckable tonight. How about we drink up and take it back to my place?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I thought we were just having a drink or two.” Panic was beginning to set in.
“Aw, sweet naive Ashok. Why did you think I asked you out tonight? We’ve been talking for a couple of weeks now. About time we moved this along, and I can’t wait to shove my hard cock up that virgin arse of yours. I can spot them a mile off, you know, and yours is just asking for it.”
No, no, this wasn’t what Ashok wanted at all. He needed to get out of here and now!
“I’m going to go, Jack.” Ashok went to stand, trying to stay calm, but a hand clamped onto his thigh, keeping him in place.
