My name is Nate Guertta, and I'm here to tell you how I scored the hottest young actress as my wife.
When I met my future wife in college, I couldn't believe how much she looked like Hailee Steinfeld. They could have been twins, I swear. I was a bit anxious when I asked her out, almost star struck, forgetting she wasn't actually the up and coming actress in True Grit and Ender's Game. Oddly enough, we met as undergrads in film school. The UCLA School of Film of and Television was one of the top three film schools and we had both made the cut. As luck had it, our professor had put us in groups and we were going to be filming a short film. I was so glad we would be working together.
"Say Haley, do you want to go over the screenplay over coffee?" I thought it odd she had practically the same name.
That had been the start and over the next few semesters, we had really hit it off. After that year, we had started dating seriously our senior year. She had auditioned for some small parts even as we were in school, while I was heading in the directorial path. She had landed a few jobs in music videos (odd, because MTV never shows them anymore), and that had launched her into some modeling as well. We were both hoping she would land something bigger, and she did in a way. She landed a recurring role in a sitcom for NBC. When that finished, she landed another role in a sitcom but with a bigger role. Things were looking up!
I started a Master's program, and the same professor that put us together, mentored me as I continued at UCLA. That's when I had started getting some good news myself. The professor had vouched for me, and I landed a job with an independent film being shot in the ethnic neighborhoods in LA. I was tasked with cleaning up the screenplay and editing the film. When it was finished, it toured several film festivals including SXSW. It started getting good press and rave reviews. The best part was the nods the reporters gave it for editing and screenplay. At this point, I asked her to marry me.
I surprised her at a dinner date. Her best friends, Faith and Harper were there. They had met on the set of our student films. Faith was a mirror image of Florence Pugh and Harper could have been the doppleganger for Hayley Baldwin. It certainly didn't help that all three would try to imitate their more famous counterparts. In fact, that night they had styled themselves based on recent paparazzi photos of the starlets.
We met up at Joey DTLA, not too far from Dodger Stadium. Our dinner consisted of a few friends and family, a small party. After dinner, the waiter brought out desserts. One for each of us, a small red devil cake, shaped as a heart.
"We didn't order dessert," Haley said, perplexed.
"Just try it," I smiled at her.
Everyone tried theirs, until she was the last one. She felt odd being the only one not to have tried it, so she cut into it with her fork...
...and it hit something.
She used the fork to remove the cake and found a ring.
A princess cut diamond sat dead center surrounded by small sapphires.
She gasped, and brought her hands to her mouth. When she looked over to my seat, I wasn't there. She looked around and I was kneeling to the left of her arm.
"The story of our love is just beginning. Will you help me write this screenplay?"
Needless to say, I shocked everyone, especially her parents. Everyone was smiling and cheering. People around the restaurant all started clapping. With tears rolling down her cheeks, she said yes and kissed me.
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Six months later, my brother had flown in for the wedding. We had one week before the big day, and this upcoming Friday, was the bachelor/bachelorette parties, the wedding on Sunday.
He flew in late Wednesday.
Since my brother was here on short notice (I had been busy with my budding film career), I invited him to stay with us at our Santa Monica bungalow. The life and demands on a director are huge, constantly planning shoots and hammering out a myriad of details. It wasn't unexpected when I would come home late. This time I got lucky and came home early on Thursday.
I coasted my car to park at the curb, since my brother was parking in the driveway along with Haley. Parking is very hard to come by in LaLa land, so I counted my blessings. Walking up the path, I walked into the refreshing interior of our domicile. At first, I thought no one was home...the place looked empty. I took out my Apple earbuds, and that's when I heard sounds coming from our bedroom. Walking as silently as I could, I spied my brother fucking my fiancé. She had her ankles by his shoulders, her body at the edge of the bed. His hips were smashing into her loins and I could hear her enjoying it.
"Oh yeah, just like that. Give it to me...ooohhh, that feels so good!"
I was revolted and confused. How could they be doing this to me? Even though I was tempted to bust in on them, a quiet and reasonable voice was talking me out of it. Our wedding was just days away.
Walking just as silently down the hall, I left our place. I took a quick drive and came back. This time as I parked, I was blaring System of a Down out of my car with the windows rolled down. I took a moment, then turned off the car. Walking into my place, my brother was on the couch searching for something to watch.
He nodded, and said, "Hey man, Haley just jumped into the shower I think."
He never made eye contact.
I walked to the back, and entered the bathroom. "I'm in the shower!" Haley called out.
"I can see that," I responded. "Want some company?"
"Hey! We're not married yet," she joked.
"Okay, whatever, that hasn't stopped us before!" I said as I walked out.
It was late afternoon, and I asked my brother to join me for happy hour at the local bar. We headed over in his car so I could keep mine at the curb. I texted Haley letting her know we went for a few drinks. I picked seats away from the other people. We sat down, and I hit my brother with what I knew...
"Hey, I came home earlier and saw you fucking Haley." I choked out. "How could you do that man?" My voice was raw with emotions.
His face and shoulders collapsed. Guilt was written all over his face and body language,
"Hey, she started hitting on me. I swear, she was all over me and...before I knew it she was giving me a blowjob, then... Look! I'm so sorry! It'll never happen again."
He apologized profusely and I could tell it was genuine. I've always believed in second chances, so I figured this was his.
About an hour and a half later, we left and went back home. Haley and I started cooking dinner. It surprised me to what extent she acted like everything was normal. She is, after all, an actress. Despite that, I noticed Haley didn't look at my brother, nor did he to her. Once we were done, we drank and talked in the living room until we decided to call it a night.
In bed with Haley, she started flirting with me and talking about 'the big day' with a smile. I cut her off, and whispered...
"Is that why I came home to you fucking my brother?"
She blanked. Then she quickly started blaming him.
