Chapter 02

　　\"I just want fame. I don\'t want money.\"

　　This was what he had told Michael when he had first started acting.

　　Later, when they broke up, David asked him a rhetorical question, \"What would I do without you?”

　　David then proceeded to answer his own question. “With fame, money will naturally follow! I slept with you. You give me things. You and I just took what we needed. Mikey, don\'t be so naive. Sooner or later you\'ll end up destroying your family!”

　　After all this time, David had never changed. He loved money, and he was vain.

　　In recent years, Michael forced himself to forget the humiliation he had felt when they had broken up, but as soon as he saw David, all the resentment he had bottled up inside of him cascaded out, as though a dam had broken.

　　Michael grabbed David by the collar. Though he was raging, he spoke so that only the two of them heard, \"Don’t you have a heart?\"

　　David blinked, his face full of innocence. \"No.\"

　　Michael sneered. \"I don\'t have one either.\"

　　Michael brought David, who was still in a daze, to his house. There was blood all over him, but most of it was on his forehead. But Michael didn\'t seem to care. He threw him into the bathroom and turned on the cold water.

　　Tonight, he had drank a lot of wine. Now he was doused with cold water. Michael tossed his hair and rudely tore off David\'s clothes.

　　With a bang, Michael threw him in the bathtub, and soon it was all bloody. As David fell back in pain, Michael forced him down. He was rough with him.

　　David\'s head was buzzing. For a moment, he could not tell whether it was a dream or a reality. He pleaded in a soft voice, \"Mike, I\'m in pain.\"

　　Hearing his soft, pleading voice, Michael\'s eyes suddenly narrowed. Even now, David was still trying to decieve him. Michael’s waist movements became more and more violent.

　　Sure, David was in pain. But he had inflicted it on himself. Michael wanted him to hurt, and remember what he had done.

　　Michael bit his pale neck and said in a soft voice, \"David, remember this. From today on, we\'ll always have rough sex, only rough sex.” After coming out of the bathroom, Michael dragged David onto the bed. Tonight, he didn\'t give David any chance to ask for mercy.

　　At dawn, Michael stopped.

　　He sat at the head of the bed with a cigarette in his hand. He copied the documents on the bedside table, grabbed David\'s hand and had him sign on the last page.

　　David had a fever for three days. When he woke up, he saw a contract that had his signature on it.

　　The contract is with the artist agency Galaxy, but it was not a standard artist contract. This one was particularly lopsided, with all sorts of clauses putting him at a disadvantage. Michael had personally seen to it that this contract extremely favored the company.

　　\"Aren’t you afraid of getting sick after sleeping around?\" David asked as he entered the study and stared at the man behind the desk.

　　Michael was dismissive. \"I\'ve already been checked.\"

　　At last, Michael said, \"David, I\'m not a philanthropist. I don\'t have any reason to spend more money unnecessarily. I\'ve taken you from Mr. Huang and wasted five million yuan on you. You\'re poor. Is there any other way to pay for it besides your body?\"

　　David felt his chest tighten, and asked, in a hoarse voice, \"What choice do I have?\"

　　\"You can opt to pay the penalty, but the penalty of breaching Galaxy’s contract is more than five million!\"

　　After a pause, Michael continued, \"There are many ways to make money off of you. After all, you used to be a movie star.\" For a moment, David was stunned. Though he has obviously changed, still it came as a shock. These words themselves and the way he said it, spoken in a businesslike manner.

　　David had looked at the contract earlier, and it was excessively prohibitive. The penalty for breaching it was twenty million yuan, quadruple of what his previous contract had been. In his heyday, he could have earned that with a small guest appearance. Nowadays, it\'s a huge amount for him.

　　Michael crossed the desk and pinched David\'s pink face.\"In order to become a movie star, didn\'t you let me sleep with you? It’ll be over in no time. Don\'t worry!\"

　　\"I\'ll give you the best price you can get, three hundred thousand yuan a month. If you pay me five million yuan, your debt will be cleared, and from then on we can forget each other!\"

　　Three hundred thousand a month, it’ll still take two years to reach five million. David didn\'t know how exactly Michael had planned to make more money off of him, but he didn\'t like this deal.

　　Years ago, David\'s last words to Michael were, \"Let’s forget each other!\" Now, they are back together.

　　\"Of course, if you don\'t want to, I don\'t want to force you, but I\'m afraid no one else will dare to buy your ass out of Galaxy. Besides, your grandmother doesn\'t know you’re into men.\"