The Hollywood Pact

Eleven

GUY

It was ten in the morning.

My body weighed a ton. The houses passed by me in a blur and I felt like Maya's huge acrylic nails were scratching my throat.

I wasn't completely sober yet. The car smelled of alcohol and cigarettes. If the cops stopped me, I was done. Even though I drove, because I couldn't sleep on the street or it would lead to another scandal.

Within minutes, I arrived at my condo and headed to the white-walled mansion. It was small compared to the others. I had the money to buy a bigger one if I wanted, but I've never been a fan of exaggerated things. I was born in a rich house and having too many things was tiresome.

As soon as I entered the house, I almost tripped over a pink suitcase that definitely didn't belong to me or anyone I know.

I frowned. What the hell was that?

I went to the living room and Daisy Lynton was sitting on my sofa, working on her laptop, relaxed and comfortable in my house as if she lived there for years.

"You don't know how easy it was to get here. Maybe you should rethink the security of this place" she said, without taking her eyes off the laptop screen "Your doorkeeper simply let me pass without question."

I smiled.

"It must be because I told him to let in any hot girl who was looking for me."

"Oh, shit, you mean he wasn't being polite when he helped me to get my bags out of the car?" Daisy frowned, finally looking at me.

She adjusted her glasses on her face and her expression sank for a few seconds. She tried to hide it, looking away at her computer, but it was too late. I must look like shit.

"No," I said, walking over to the liquor display on the other side of the room, which was already empty except for a half-empty bottle of Xellent.

I poured some and drank it quickly to help my body's synapses work. At least until I understood what Daisy was doing here. Afterwards, I would take a shower and sleep in my bed for a few hours — I still have to attend the studio tomorrow.

"So, have you reconsidered the proposal?" I asked, sitting on the other sofa.

Daisy closed her laptop and sighed twice as if she was preparing for a big speech.

"Yes, I considered it" she stated. "I will marry you, Guy Carver."

"Really?" I pulled my body to the edge of the sofa, in order to see her better.

"Yes... Well, you're clearly desperate and, unfortunately, I'm more desperate than you" she explained, running her hand through her brown hair.

Because of the lights coming in through the glass wall on the other side, her brown hair stood out. They were lighter than usual and contrasted with her dark skin.

Her skin was darker than mine as if she had spent all her mornings in the scorching California sun.

Daisy looked much better than the last time I saw her — after the mess with her asshole boyfriend — her eyes had a certain glow and the tips of her lips were slightly curved upwards.

" I did a lot of research on the subject. There's a topic on WikiHow, but I'm not going to get into this." Daisy shook her head. "First we need to establish some rules."

"Ok...?"

Rules? I tried to remember if this was really worth it.

A voice in my head replied: Yes, Guy, it's worth it, you don't want to go back to England. You know who's there, just waiting for the moment you would fail at everything and come back. I took a deep breath and motioned for her to go ahead.