Author's Note: hey guys! Thanks for voting. So the story is coming to an end really soon. Actually I am half tempted to quit writing right here and start another, hopefully happier, story of Arthit and Kongpob, but I don't want to keep the habit of not finishing what I started so I will see this to the end.

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Chapter 16

I returned home after seeing off P'Arthit and took a shower so I could start getting ready for work. As the water ran over my body I kept seeing the look on P'Arthit's face that morning. His face had being almost cold but his eyes, they shook with noticeable pain, discomfort.

He loves me, he doesn't want to break up with me anymore than I wanted to break up with him, but why is he doing this? Why is putting us through this pain especially with all that is going on.

P'Dean's accident must be tied to it. But it's been a week since the accident. He didn't do this the first day or the second day, then why now?

I scrubbed off water from my hair. Anya will know something about it. She is the only one I suspected, just as I had suspected her of encouraging her father to make that deal with me.

Once I got out of the bathroom intending to go look for her, I see her seating on my bed. She smiled when her eyes met mine. "Kongpob, everything is going smoothly with the wedding plans. It's only three weeks from now." She then rubbed her stomach, "by then my baby bump would be showing but I ordered a new wedding gown so it would be just fine."

"What did you say to P'Arthit?" I asked.

She didn't say anything at first, merely blinking at me, probably thinking of some lie to weave. "I didn't say anything."

"Anya," I warned.

"When I went to the hospital to see that girl," she paused, "P'Arthit caught me."

"What did you go there to do?" I asked, my brows squeezing.

"What else, to check if she was getting better."

And kill her if she was. She didn't have to say it; I could almost read her mind. My fingers clenched.

"I had to come up with an excuse, for why I was there. I told him that I was sympathetic over the girl who got hurt because of you and P'Arthit."

"Because of us? Are you serious? You tried to kill P'Dean."

"Because of you. Because of your inability to face reality and P'Arthit's stubbornness. "

So she made P'Arthit feel guilty. I looked away with a sigh. No wonder he is doing this. I have to go and explain everything to him. He needs to know what really happened to P'Dean and to do that I would have to tell him about my secret.

After hearing all P'Arthit said when he broke up with me, I think that I should come clean with him. I have to. We can't be at odds like this anymore. If P'Arthit decides to leave me, I won't let him. I will stay by his side till he can forgive me, look at me again. But like this with this secret between us, I feel worse.

"What are you thinking about, Kongpob?"

"Anya, the wedding is not going to happen." I turned to the wardrobe and got out all that I needed for work. I stayed the whole night at P'Arthit's place, unable to move and unable to stay because of what that Pete said to me. But if I had stayed there, I would have tormented P'Arthit, so I pretended to leave so he could feel at ease and in the end I slept in my work clothes.

"What are you going to do," Anya was on her feet standing behind me.

"Anya, by the time I get back today I want you gone. I can't continue to live with a murderer like you anymore. "

"What?! What about our baby? Don't you care about our baby?"

I rubbed my face and sighed. To be honest, I didn't think of what Anya was carrying as a child. It was more a proof of what happened than any living thing I needed to care about.

I turned to her. "I will be good to the baby when he is born," I said and turned to see her wide eyed and flared nose looking at me, "I will learn to love him, care for him, and provide everything he needs. I won't neglect him, I will be a dutiful father to that child. "

"But you will not marry me."

"No, I will not."

"The child comes with me. If you want the child you must take me with, otherwise I will go and abort it right now."

"No, I don't think you will. That would mean you lose your leverage over me."

"I'm serious Kongpob. I will abort the baby."

"P'Arthit broke up with me," I said. "Doesn't that satisfy you?"

She blinked," he did? "

"So we won't be together either. Will that make you happy?"

"You don't understand, Kongpob," she sighed and stepped closer, her hand reaching out to my face. I frowned at her fingers. "I love you Kongpob. I want to be with you, not just separate you from P'Arthit. I don't even want to separate you from P'Arthit, just make me your wife and you can have P'Arthit on the side."

I shifted away from her, "I can't do that. I won't do anything that betrays P'Arthit anymore. Goodbye, Anya"

Since she wouldn't leave my room, I took my clothes into the bathroom and shut the door.

It took me two days to finally get to P'Arthit. That did not mean that I didn't hesitate, but what else was there for me to do anyway. P'Arthit has decided that this was his only way, that we should be apart and this was because I couldn't tell him why P'Dean got hurt. It is my own fault, not P'Arthit's. He needed to know that to stop being tormented by guilt, but I was afraid of his hate. So I told myself the next day and then the next till it was two days later.

I arrived at his compound and parked outside. One look at his window told me that P'Arthit was not yet home. I left home early just so I could get here on time for when P'Arthit would come.

I rehearsed my words and actions a few times. I would tell P'Arthit everything, from the beginning. How I never meant to lie to him about sleeping with Anya, that I had no idea I did until she told me. I know that sound like excuses but P'Arthit has to know that I didn't intentionally sleep with Anya, that I didn't feel anything for her at all except disgust at the things she was capable of.

I see his car pulling over at the front of the compound and got out of mine. When I looked again, P'Arthit was not alone; Pete was with him. I took a deep breath to calm the rise of hatred in me. It didn't matter what kind of feelings Pete had for P'Arthit, they would be unreciprocated anyway. P'Arthit loves only me, I was certain of it.

The two of them walked around the car talking and stood in front of it. I took a step forward just as Pete leaned in and kissed P'Arthit. I missed my step and staggered to find my bearing, then I blinked at them again.

They had pulled away and were slowly talking. Pete was holding P'Arthit's arm and leaning in closer, like he was going to kiss him again.

I stared agape at them. What is this? Why is P'Arthit allowing Pete to kiss him? It can't be that he... accepts Pete's feelings. No, that can't be. I swallowed and moved forward but I couldn't move. I can't confront this, I can't see this. I turned away from them and went back into my car to take deep breaths. My insides were burning with... with what? Pain? Anger? Did I even have the right to be angry?

I looked through the windscreen at the two of them as they began to go into the compound, going into P'Arthit's house. Would they continue kissing there? Would they do more than kissing? I can't bear it.

"P'Arthit?" I got out fast from the car and called his name. My voice may have sounded near tears, broken. I held the car door in a death grip as I took in his expression. He wasn't surprised to see me, but... uncomfortable.

"Kongpob, why are you here again?"

"I need to speak with you," I said.

"I have nothing to say to you."

"That's fine. I just want to speak to you."

Pete's arm came around P'Arthit's shoulders. "This isn't very nice Kongpob, look at the time."

I ignored him. "Please P'Arthit?"

"Fine. Talk."

I glanced at Pete meaningfully.

"Leave us for a bit, Pete," P'Arthit said. Pete looked between us, sighed and shrugged.

"Okay, but if you feel uncomfortable, just call me," he smiled, kissed P'Arthit's forehead and then went off. I took another breath to hold back what I was feeling, like a wave bubbling to my throat.

"Kongpob," he called my attention and I focused on him.

"P'Arthit," I closed the door and walked the distance to him. "What is going on?" I nodded after Pete. There had to be some explanation.

P'Arthit didn't reply.

"P'Arthit, what is he to you?"

"It's not your business, Kongpob. We broke up remember?"

"So you just move on to the next person?!" I raised my voice. "It's not even been a week yet, P'Arthit. Do you really expect me to believe that? That I meant that little to you."

He swung his hand he frustration, "yes, yes okay Kongpob. It is that easy for me to move on now leave me alone."

I grabbed him and pulled him to me. "No, I won't. not until you admit that you are lying and this is just a joke."

"Kongpob!" P'Arthit pulled at his arm but I got the other one and reeled him even closer. "Kongpob, let go now!"

"No, I won't. Tell me that you don't love me, tell me that it is Pete you love. " I scoffed, "even if you tell me that I won't believe it. You love me, I am the only one in your heart. I am the only one you will ever love."

P'Arthit pulled forcefully from me and when he got free he punched me on the jaw. It had the same effect of walls crumbling. I stared at him with my hand on my jaw and he stared back with as much surprise, then he turned and walked away without a word.

I moved my mouth and tasted blood. P'Arthit, is this really true? I can't believe that. I shook my head, a drop of my tears hit my hand. I licked my lip and looked at the sky trying and failing to keep it in. angrily I rubbed off the tears and walked back to my car.

Third pov

Before the Kiss.

Arthit told Pete to accompany him to the store to get some things he needed at home. Pete's nosiness helped him to put aside the pain and heartache that seemed like they would never end. No matter what he was doing, the pain was there, shredding him little by little. He needed distractions but didn't want to resort to drinking, which he didn't enjoy. Pete was the better option and he also knew better than to talk to Arthit about Kongpob.

With the promise of a meal cooked by Arthit himself, Pete tagged along to the supermarket. He took hold of their cart, chatting ceaselessly as Arthit picked all they needed one by one and dropped them into the basket.

This was nice, fun. Pete remembered when he went shopping with his ex-boyfriend Book, it was never fun because Book didn't do much talking unless in bed. He was a big guy with little words to share, but Arthit was talking with him and responding to everything he said, paying attention. Not for the first he thought about what it would be like to be with Arthit. He joked about it with Arthit the morning before but he was serious. There were...feelings that he couldn't describe whenever he was with Arthit. But these feeling, whatever they are, can't be allowed to exist, not when Arthit was hopelessly in love with someone else.

"Pete, can you look for a can of oil? I can't find it," Arthit said, bringing Pete's thoughts to focus.

Pete smiled," sure, P'Arthit." He took great delight in calling him that way.

Pete walked around the shelf and looked for said oil. It was on the other shelf. He reached for it and pulled it away. On the other side was a familiar face. His heart skipped and started racing.

"Anya," he whispered.

She was just as surprised, her mouth was wide open. Pete pulled away and leaned against the shelf as if he could hide from her now, he closed his eyes.

She turned around the shelf and stood at the end looking at him. "You, are you Pete?"

Pete sighed, opened his eyes and regarded her. "Anya," he said regretfully. "You weren't supposed to see me."

"I wasn't? Why are you here? I don't understand anything."

"Yeah, I know but can you not..." he waved his hand and glanced over to where Arthit was. Anya looked that way and didn't look too surprised but she said.

"Who is that? Isn't that P'Arthit? Are you two here together?"

Pete grabbed her hand and took her away where Arthit would see them; two aisles away from where Arthit was. "Look Anya, you can't tell anyone that you saw me."

"Why not," she asked.

"You just can't okay."

"Father said you are not supposed to come anywhere he can see you. Do you have any idea what he would do to you if he sees that you are not only back in Thailand but also here, in Bangkok."

Pete sighed and leaned on the shelf, looking pitiful. "I know, but if you don't tell him he won't find out."

"Okay. But what are you doing with P'Arthit?"

Pete blinked. The conversation changed fast.

"Nothing." Pete said, "He is my friend."

"Does he know that we are related?"

Pete squinted and nodded. "What is it, Anya?"

"hm? Nothing. I am just concerned that you are hanging around P'Arthit. Father has eyes on him, he would know soon enough if you continue to stay around him. You should cut ties with P'Arthit now."

Pete squinted. He knew all the things that Anya has done but she was his sister and although they never had that close a relationship, her concern was touchily heartfelt. "Okay, thank you. So are you going to keep it a secret then?'

She nodded and looked towards P'Arthit. "Say Hi to P'Arthit for me." she waved and walked off. Pete was at least expecting her to ask him to stay in touch but she was leaving. That was a little cold.

He returned to Arthit to find him looking for him. The look on P'Arthit's handsome face was both worried and a little irritated. Pete's heart skipped. Okay, calm down heart, he is taken.

"P'Arthit," he waved the oil. "Found it."

"Seriously," Arthit shook his head at Pete, "just one can of oil and you got lost."

"Didn't get lost," he paused, "I saw Anya just now"

Arthit goggled and looked around, "where?"

Pete laughed at the note of concern. "She is gone now. "

"Then, does that mean your father will come after you now."

Pete shook his head solemnly. "I made Anya promise not to tell him."

"And you trust her?"

Pete frowned and didn't reply. He wasn't sure himself. He had been painted by P'Arthit's view of Anya and he couldn't say he completely trusted her. "I don't know, "he finally said. "But something occurred to me just now. If my father is watching you, he will know that I am back and if he sees me and you being together, the man he wants to destroy and his disgrace of a son, he would do anything crazy to destroy us."

Arthit frowned, "what do you mean?"

"P'Arthit, what if we pretend to date so that we can make ourselves the kind of bait that catches a tiger?"

"huh? Bait? What in the world are you talking about?"

Pete sighed in frustration. "I mean, nothing would provoke my father more than me being openly dating a guy, and especially a guy like you who has been defying him. Didn't you say you want to catch my dad? How about red handed."

It was only later in the car that Arthit was able to give a response. He looked from the road to Pete. "I don't understand? Why would you do that?"

"Huh?" Pete shook his head, "because I am in love with you, P'Arthit."

"Huh?!"

Pete burst out laughing. "Because if you are right and Anya is going to tell my father anyway, then I should at least go with a swing. I detest my father and I want to see him put away for a long time, this feels like the perfect opportunity."

"So you are saying that, we stage a plan where we can catch your father in the act of hurting us." Arthit thought about it, "but your father always uses someone else."

"Not when I am involved. Trust me, he would want to see to this personally."

Arthit arrived at the compound still pondering the issue. Making themselves bait. This had so many flaws. He sighed, turned off the engine and got down from the car. "Pete, I have a question. What if your father decides to deal with you separately? Hell, what if he deals with me first, how would we know when he is coming?"

Pete moved closer than was comfortable and leaned in, his lips closed over Arthit's. Arthit moved his arm up to shove him, but Pete caught his arm and pulled away. "This is the first step," he whispered. "Don't look but Kongpob is watching."

"What," it was hard for Arthit not to look. Pete caught his face and leaned in again but Arthit could not take it another time. He pulled away and looked as Kongpob was walking back to his car. His heart felt twisted.

"Come on, " Pete said. Arthit turned too and followed him before Kongpob came out of his car again and called him.

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