In San Francisco, an important lawyer Madison (27 years old), contemplates ending it all one day, exhausted about everything. This was maybe a sign, as she suddenly meets an incredible man, or so she thought. Madison's fights against her feeling as...
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[JAVIER PEÑA'S POV]
The sunlight filtered through the curtains, striking me right in the face and dragging me out of a fitful sleep. I groaned, rubbing my temples as a pounding headache reminded me of last night's binge. I was sprawled on the couch in the living room, surrounded by empty beer bottles. The memory of what had happened the previous night came back in fragments—Madison showing up at my door, our heated argument, and the rough, passionate sex that followed.
I forced myself to sit up, feeling every muscle in my body protest. I needed coffee. Slowly, I stood and made my way to the kitchen, the floor cool under my bare feet. As the coffee machine sputtered to life, I found myself replaying the events in my head, struggling with a mix of anger, guilt, and an unshakable desire for Madison. I questioned my behavior, wondering if I had crossed a line... But I needed to let out all of my anger.
The smell of brewing coffee filled the air, offering a small comfort. I glanced toward the living room, and my breath caught. Madison was there, looking around as if searching for something.
I was still mad, I could feel these mixed feelings, as I still felt something for her.
She moved to the glass doors that led to the garden, her silhouette framed by the morning light. She was wearing one of my shirts, unbuttoned just enough to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her skin, the fabric falling to the middle of her thighs. She looked like a goddess.
The coffee machine beeped, snapping me back to reality. Madison turned at the sound, her eyes meeting mine. I quickly looked away, focusing on pouring myself a cup. She entered the kitchen slowly, an awkward silence hanging between us. For once, I was speechless in front of a woman.
"Madison," I started, my voice rough from sleep and last night's alcohol, "we need to talk."
She nodded, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Yeah, we do."
I took a deep breath, leaning against the counter. "What the hell was last night about? You show up out of nowhere, we fight, and then we end up in bed. What are we doing?"
Madison's jaw tightened. "I came because I wanted to talk, but you were too busy insulting me to listen."
I felt a surge of anger. "Insulting you? You lied to me, Madison. You avoided me for weeks, then show up at my office and act like everything's fine."
She stepped closer, her eyes blazing. "And you think you have the right to judge me? You were with another girl when I came to see you!"
