Love Contract novel Chapter 228

The set of "Be Together" was practically swarmed with paparazzi awaiting any tid bit of juicy information to make them a quick buck. They'd been reduced to hanging around like hungry leeches because the actors and actresses had refused any requests for interviews or appearances.

After finishing a rather tiring scene of shooting, Victor stood off to the side to rest where he found Archer playing a game on his cellphone.

"How very laid back of you," Victor said as he glanced at Archer. An assistant came over to hand him a glass of water for him to sip from.

"And why can't I be?" Archer questioned with raised eyebrows.

"Those reporters are going to be invading the set. That doesn't seem to concern you," said Victor.

Archer shrugged, not bothering to look up when he said, "How do you know they are here for me? Maybe they came because of Mary and William. After all, William had caused quite a scene the other day."

Victor's eyes darkened and, without answering, he turned around to sit down. "Are you interested in men?" Victor asked suddenly. He remembered that night when, from the corner of his eye, he had caught Archer standing almost too close to Frank.

Archer was startled and looked up, his blue eyes were frightening despite the slow smile that spread across his face. "Why? Want to have a go with me?"

As he spoke, Archer reached out to cup Victor's cheek with his hand.

"Fuck off!" Victor snarled, his face draining of all color to look ghostly pale. He smacked Archer's hand away, stood up, and made to walk away, but stopped to spit out the word 'disgusting' over his shoulder.

"What's the matter?" Archer smirked, "Can't bear to even touch me?"

"You're insane."

"Is it because you had been away from the entertainment industry for four years that you find it hard to discern truth from acting now? Or do you believe every little thing the paparazzi spout off?" Archer stood slowly as he spoke, his face turning serious.

Victor scoffed, "I only believe what my eyes tell me."

"Then you'd know I don't like men." Archer made to pat Victor on the shoulder, but he easily avoided it. "Keep your hands off me."

Archer rolled his eyes. "Fine. Maybe if I tell you I like someone else, it'll ease your fears."

"Whatever," Victor muttered after a loud snort.

"Part of the reason I got close to Frank was to help you out." Archer said easily.

"Part of the reason?" Victor questioned with a raise of a brow. "Am I supposed to thank you or something? Why do you care about me so much?"

"You could thank me..." Archer said slyly. "You refused to act intimately with me while filming because you can't let go of your past, can you? About all those things Frank has done to you? All those things you've tried to forget?"

"How do you know that?" Victor whispered as he stared at Archer.

"It might have taken me some time, but there's nothing I can't eventually find out." Archer sighed softly, "It's time you let it go. Stop carrying it around with you."

"I can't," Victor muttered. "I was forced to..."

"Then I will help you get a revenge!" An attractive smile curled at the corners of Archer's mouth, but there was an underlying dangerousness that made Victor nervous. "As long as you cooperate with me during filming of course." The two were still quietly talking when a stylist came over. "I've been looking everywhere for you! Hurry up and get your make-up done. Shooting restarts soon."

"Of course, sorry," Archer said with a nod and he walked forward.

"Wait! What about the rest of your purpose?" shouted Victor.

"Don't worry. We're not in a rush. You'll know sometime soon." Archer never turned around as he gave his parting words to Victor, his eyes focused on the busy but patient figure standing in the middle of the set.

Fate Archer found was a wonderful thing.

His memory of that beautiful accident in Times Square from three years ago was still as vivid as if it had happened yesterday.

"Where have you been?" Mary asked the moment she caught sight of Archer.

"I was just taking a break," Archer said with a bright smile. "Why? Is everything okay? You haven't seen me for quite some time. You must miss me."

"You wish!" Mary said with a roll of her eyes. "Be serious, Archer."

He chuckled softly. His smile only grew wider, and then he sent a message through his phone when the hair stylist was fixing his hair. Mary turned away to refocus her attention on the set. The closer they got to the end, the more she had to do.