Daunted by the singular tastes and dark secrets of the beautiful, tormented young entrepreneur Wichapas Sumettikul, Jakapan Puttha has broken off their relationship to start a new career with a Bangkok publishing house.
But desire for Bible still dominates his every waking thought, and when he proposes a new arrangement, Build cannot resist. They rekindle their searing sensual affair, and Build learns more about the harrowing past of his damaged, driven, and demanding Bible.
While Bible fights with his inner demons, Build must confront the anger and envy of the men who came before him and make the most important decision of his life.
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He's come back. Mommy's asleep, or she's sick again.
I hide and curl up small under the table in the kitchen. Through my fingers, I can see Mommy. She is asleep on the couch. Her hand is on the sticky green rug, and he's wearing his big boots with the shiny buckle and standing over Mommy shouting.
He hits Mommy with a belt.
Get up! Get up! You are one fucked-up bitch. You are one fucked-up bitch. You are one fucked-up bitch. You are one fucked-up bitch. You are one fucked-up bitch. You are one fucked-up bitch.
Mommy makes a sobbing noise. Stop. Please stop. Mommy doesn't scream. Mommy curls up small.
I have my fingers in my ears, and I close my eyes. The sound stops.
He turns and I can see his boots as he stomps into the kitchen. He still has the belt. He is trying to find me. He stoops down and grins. He smells nasty. Of cigarettes and drink. There you are, you little shit.
A chilling wail wakes him. Christ! He's drenched in sweat and his heart is pounding.
What the fuck? He sits bolt upright in bed and puts his head in hands.
Fuck. They're back. The noise was me.
He takes a deep steadying breath, trying to rid his mind and nostrils of the smell of cheap bourbon and stale cigarettes.