GUY

I thought it would be easier to convince a woman to marry me than to have sex with me. After all, who wouldn't want to carry the Carver name in this city? The answer to that question is quite simple: Daisy Lynton.

I could see she was the kind of prissy girl who thought too much and enjoyed too little. I wouldn't go to all this trouble for her if it were just a casual relationship, but what brought me here was the need to save my career and stay away from England.

To complicate everything, the photo frame on her side table indicated that there was a boyfriend in the play. Not that he was a big deal. From the photo, he looked more like an average American who hadn't quite left high school.

As soon as I entered Daisy's apartment, I looked at that cramped place.

It was terrible and smelled of cigarettes. Still, the photos scattered across the tables, the cracks in the wall and the post-its stuck in the refrigerator gave me a strange sense of home and intimacy. I didn't even know those people. But they lived here for real, their marks were in every corner of the apartment.

"So?" Daisy asked, drawing my attention back to her.

Daisy had an average beauty. She didn't have her hair dyed like half of Hollywood. It was brown and a weird mix of straight and curly strands. It went a little past her shoulders. Her brown eyes were large and kind of slanted like she had some Asian traits in her genetics.

But what caught my attention were her thick thighs squeezed by the small dress she wore. She was curvy. She could be a bikini model with that body.

"Okay" I cleared my throat, trying to focus on her face "Here's the thing. As you know, I'll be deported in two months if I don't find an excuse to be here. Unfortunately, I also have some legal problems, which doesn't help much with the whole situation."

"I can imagine"

"Anyway, my last resource is to get married, and that's when you come in, Daisy Lynton".

"You don't need to keep repeating my name every two minutes just to prove you know it".

"You marry me" I ignored her ironic comment. "It's very easy. I searched. We just need to sign a paper at the nearest City Hall and do an interview in two months proving that we are a couple in love."

"Which we are not."

"No, but they don't know" I showed her my best smile. She didn't show any reaction. "Anyway, it's only for a year. Then we can get divorced and never look each other in the face again. We can even end sooner than that if you already have wedding plans" I pointed to the photo of the blond guy.

This time, Daisy shifted uncomfortably on the couch and adjusted her glasses on her face.

"I don't" she said coldly. "What do I gain from all this exactly?"

I couldn't tell if she was considering the proposal or if she just wanted to avoid the 'boyfriend' subject.

I took advantage of the situation in the same way.

"I can get you a contract with Lorelai" I said as if I were announcing a big prize. "Not as an intern, but a production assistant."

I could see Daisy's brown eyes shine behind her wide glasses.

"The director of Pride and Prejudice?"

I nodded, satisfied. I knew that as a film student, Daisy admired Lorelai. Everyone admired her and it was not easy to be part of her production. You needed an indication.

" You know her work and you know how she always tries to hire women in the production of her films".

Lorelai had a project that helped other women gain a space in the world of cinema. It was pretty incredible, I must admit. She was known for launching new female directors. Honestly, Grey's Anatomy and the new adaptation of Little Women would never exist without her.

Daisy stared at a spot behind me. I could almost see the gears in her head working at full speed. It was an offer no one could refuse, and I knew it when I thought about how I could convince Daisy to help me.

She told me yesterday that she was hoping for a chance to gain recognition on Stacker's set, but Lorelai was far better than Stacker in that matter.

"She's working on a 1930s crime series" I said, taking off my sunglasses and cleaning them, in an unassuming way, but from the corner of my eye I watched her lips curve up and down.

"I want a BMW" she said, uncrossing her legs and sitting in an authoritative pose.

I swallowed hard.

"A... BMW?"

"Yes, a BMW. And eat Leek Terrine With Goat Cheese"

"What the hell is that?"

"I have no idea, but it seems to be a rich thing" she shrugged. "So, are you going to give it to me or not?"

"If you want money, it's no problem," I said. "I'll give it to you. I just didn't propose this before because I thought you would have some kind of moral compass."

"Nah, I don't." She waved her hand dismissively.

"Great. It's all yours. Will you accept?"

"I don't get it. Why me? If you stop any girl in the street, she won't think twice before accepting your crazy ass idea".

"Yeah, it's true," I agreed. Daisy rolled her eyes. She did that a lot. "But my manager Thatcher saw you. If I show up with a different bride, he will suspect that I am trying to break American laws and am not marrying for love. So, I'm going to prove him right when he called me irresponsible".

"But you are irresponsible. How can someone forget to renew their visa?"

"I'm not here to discuss my behavior. Will you marry me?"

"Guy, this is insanity. Besides being a crime. Shit, you want to deceive the American State!" she exclaimed, standing up

"I didn't know you were a patriot".

"I'm not, but I'm not going to help an Englishman who left irreversible marks of colonialism in our country to deceive the authorities" said Daisy so seriously that I wondered if she was really joking.

This girl was quite a character.

"I'm sorry, Carver, but I can't help you," she said, heading towards the door of her apartment, but not without first tripping over one of the suitcases that was leaning against the wall. "Damn it!"

Daisy composed herself, aware that my gaze still followed her. Daisy opened the door and, coincidentally, there were two people in the hallway.

"Cliff?" Daisy frowned at the blonde guy who entered the house.

It was the same blond guy from the photo. That is, her boyfriend. I hope being here wasn't a problem, I wasn't in the mood for another fight today.

"Hey, I didn't expect you would be here," he said, scratching the back of his head. " Who is that?" He looked at me, squinting his eyes.

"Oh, my God, is Guy Carver!" The girl who accompanied him passed both Daisy and Cliff to get a better look at me.

I smiled. She was a typical California girl with brunette hair.

"You brought her home!?" Daisy let out a scream, pointing at the woman.

"My name is Margot, for your information."

"I didn't know you would be here" Cliff repeated with confusion.

I understood everything too quickly.

Daisy's boyfriend cheated on her.

I could read it in their eyes, because I had seen the same scene many times in my life and, normally, I was Margot. That's why Daisy dodged the subject when I asked about her boyfriend. It must've been recent.

"But if you want to talk, we can talk..."

"I'm not going to talk to you, Cliff! You're... you're a..."

"Son of a bitch?" I helped Daisy, who pointed in my direction and nodded.

"Again, why is this man here?" questioned the son of a bitch. "I thought you hated Guy."

"I'm going to pretend that's not true" I said to Daisy.

"So? What's the matter?"

"Do you guys have an affair?" The son of a bitch had the audacity to ask.

Daisy took a step back, opened her mouth and closed it at the same time as if her intern system had failed. I almost felt sorry for her and wanted to do something, but I wasn't going to get into this mess.

"You can't be serious."

"Cliff, even to me you crossed the limit" Margot said.

"You know what? You don't need to worry about my presence anymore, I'm already leaving" Daisy stomped over to the two suitcases in the corner of the room, pushing one of them to where I was standing, watching everything. "Carver, let's go".

Since I'm not stupid enough to question an angry betrayed woman, I picked up the suitcase and followed her out of the apartment.

"Man" I scolded Cliff, who rolled his eyes at me.