When Anurak was young, his father became a toyboy for a gang leader and even abandoned his family for another woman. 

His mother died when he was 10. But before her death, she planted some notions in his mind. 
Notions that gay men are husband snatchers and evil.
Notions that a true man can only depend on himself.
Notions that a man can only love one woman. 
These notions turned Anurak into an overly sensitive young boy, who would rather suffer in silence than ask for help. 

Because he didn't want to disappoint his late mother, he tried his best to adhere to her principles. 

Everything was fine until he entered the university. 
First, gaymen lurked everywhere he turned to and the sight of them made it very hard for him to keep ignoring his true feelings. 

Then his girlfriend broke up with him and the only man who made him tempted enough to break his principles decided to force things...

Anurak, Let Me Love You

Olympe led them to an office directly beside Vandross' office. It was smaller but with the same setting. A desk and a sitting area with a big TV and bookshelves on the wall. In this office, there were also posters of several models in magazine pictures. 


“Please go take a seat,” Olympe said in a soft voice, while she walked over to the cluttered desk. She went behind it, opened a drawer, and brought out a pile of documents. 


“This is the contract.” Olympe walked over to Anurak and handed him the papers. “It's a one-year contract, which means you will walk the runway twice and do several photoshoots. You can sign it now or take it away. Once you are done, give it to Alex. He will know what to do. Alex, please show him around.” 


“Okay, ma'am,” Alex replied and signaled to Anurak. 


Once they left, Olympe tugged at her window blinds and closed them. She then dialed a number on her phone. Someone picked on the other side. 


“We may have our top item,” Olympe whispered into the phone. 


Top Item.