Page 78 of Poles Apart
“You’ll kill it, and I’ll see you in a while. I can’t wait to watch you.” And he couldn’t. All the weeks he’d been going to the lessons with Abby, he’d enjoyed watching him dance. It seemed any style suited him, but the one thing he’d never seen him do was pole dancing, and he knew this was what he loved. He followed him out but didn’t miss the sly look Toby gave Dom as he took to the stage. Jacob frowned, not liking that one bit. He’d need to keep an eye out. Something didn’t seem right.
As the music began and Dom started to dance, Jacob was mesmerised. Dom’s muscles flexed and tensed as he worked the pole, holding on with two hands, then one. His legs took his weight, and he threw himself backwards. Jacob was sure he’d plummet to the ground, but Dom knew what he was doing. The control in his core as he worked, holding himself horizontal to the pole, was phenomenal, and he didn’t think he’d seen anything quite like it before.,
The stamina he had was incredible, and as his set came to an end, he leapt from the pole. Jacob almost ran onto the stage to stop his fall, but there was no need to worry. Dom finished his performance to thunderous applause and cheers.
He took his bow, announcing to the crowd that he’d be back later, and that he needed to get a drink. Jacob rushed over to him with a bottle of water they’d brought in with them, neither of them trusting Toby and Owen. There was something about them that pinged every sense Jacob had.
“That was amazing, Dom. You were amazing. I’ve never seen anything like it before.” He brought him in for a hug and squeezed him tight.
“Mm, this is lovely and all, but I’m going to need the men’s room before I go back on. The pole plays havoc with my bladder for some reason when I dance.”
“Do you want me to come with you?”
“Nah, I’ll be alright. It’s right there. Come find me if I’m not back in five minutes.” He said with a laugh, but Jacob didn’t laugh. He didn’t think it was funny and vowed to go and look for him if he wasn’t back in five minutes.
Dom walked along the hallway to the bathroom, and Jacob went back to the dressing room where he busied himself with tidying Dom’s clothes and toiletries. He really was an untidy git, and if they ever moved in together, he’d have to up his game.
He stood straight at that thought. Wow, did he want Dom to move in with him and Abby? He had to admit, he wasn’t against the idea. Maybe it was something he could run past him. He carried on tidying but kept checking his watch. Five minutes had come and gone, and Dom still wasn’t back. He supposed he could have been chatting with some fans, but something didn’t feel right.
He left the dressing room but couldn’t see him anywhere. He scanned the sea of people, hoping to see his shock of blond hair, but all he could see were unfamiliar faces, none that he recognised. He crept quietly and cautiously into the hallway where he’d last seen Dom and heard muffled cries coming from a room marked ‘Private’ off to the side.
Panic coursed through his body as he tried the handle and found it locked. He hoped to fuck Dom wasn’t in that room, but he was betting if he was, then he’d find Toby and Owen in there too.
He looked around for something to break open the door with as he could hear the shouts getting louder. He couldn’t be sure if it was Dom, but even if it wasn’t, someone didn’t sound happy in there. He found a cleaner’s cupboard with a metal mop inside. Maybe he could use it to force the door open.
The door wouldn’t budge, and the only other thing he could think of was to kick it, but that would make an unholy noise. Decision made, he lifted his foot and got the heel of his shoe right against the lock. It gave a little but not quite enough, so he did it again and again until finally, the lock gave out, and he was able to go in.
His blood ran cold at the sight before him. Toby had Dom pinned to the wall and was trying to kiss him while Owen had Dom’s hands grasped in his. Two against one—against his boyfriend—was not fucking on. He roared, grabbing Toby by this shirt and throwing him away from Dom. He staggered backwards and fell to the floor, grunting as he did so. One look from Jacob and Owen released Dom, backing away from him, hands up in surrender.
“Don’t you fucking touch him or look at him. I feel sick to think you could do this to someone, but you just couldn’t take no for an answer, could you? How many times did he tell you that he wasn’t interested?
“I imagine the police will be very happy to hear of this. We can start with sexual assault and go from there.” He was about to continue, but Dom pulled him away, shaking his head.
“Let’s just go. Grab my stuff, and we can get out of there. I don’t want to involve the police. I want to go home.”
Jacob held out his arms, and Dom stepped into his embrace, but he didn’t take his eyes off the two bastards that sat on the floor, a couple of feet between them.
“Please, don’t go to the police. It was all Toby’s idea. He wanted him from the start, and I swear we’ve never done anything like this before,” Owen simpered.
“The fuck, Owen! You said you wanted him. I did all of this for you. Ever since Vegas, that’s all you’ve gone on about.” Toby glared at his husband, and Jacob thought that they probably deserved each other.
Dom looked over at them, pure venom in his voice. “Don’t think I’ll forget this in a hurry, and I have no interest in going to the police with this at the moment, but I have a much better way of getting back at you. I have plenty of contacts in the business and, as you said yourselves, I’m a big deal. Who do you think people will listen to? Might be worth calling it a day in Chester and moving on to somewhere else. But if I find out that you’ve done this again, and you better fucking believe that I will, I’ll go straight to the police.” Dom turned on his heel, and Jacob followed him out.
They walked silently to the dressing room, and he collected Dom’s belongings. Dom changed out of his dance gear into a hoodie and sweats and walked out of the club, both of them knowing they wouldn’t be stepping foot in there ever again.
Chapter Forty-Three
Dom
To say he was embarrassed about the whole Toby/Owen thing was putting it mildly. He was glad Jacob had come in when he had because he honestly didn’t know how far they would have taken it. He was just glad Jacob stopped it when he did.
As Jacob drove him home, Dom could see him glancing over at him, no doubt checking he was OK.
“Are you sure you won’t come and stay with me? Abby won’t mind, and I need to make sure you’re going to be alright.”
“I’ll be fine. I’m tired and want to go home.” Dom sighed. He was so ashamed right now. He’d let them get close to him, but he couldn’t tell Jacob that.
“OK, but only if you’re sure.” He carried on driving, and after parking outside the apartment block, Jacob faced him.
