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Chapter 3~ Linea Madden

I woke up with an aching headache.

It was Saturday morning, so luckily I didn't have to work.

I walked over to my bathroom to pee and take a shower.

I let the cold water wake up my body.

I started to think about last night and the guy that I met. Anthony Cruz.

Anthony Cruz. The name lingered in my thoughts, and I couldn't help but smile a little despite the throbbing in my head. He was different from the other clients I had worked with—charming, sincere, and somehow, he made me feel at ease.

I wrapped myself in a towel and headed back to my room, where the sunlight was starting to filter through the curtains. As I dressed, I replayed our conversations in my mind. There was something about the way he looked at the house, the way his eyes lit up when he talked about his family, that made me believe he was genuinely excited about this new chapter in his life.

But then there were the little things that bothered me too. Like how he seemed so sure of himself, almost to the point of arrogance. And how he didn't hesitate to make decisions, while I often found myself second-guessing.

I sighed, pulling on a pair of jeans and a comfortable sweater. Maybe I was overthinking things. After all, it was just a professional relationship. But then again, the way he suggested celebrating at the bar last night felt... personal.

I decided to head out for a walk to clear my mind. The streets were quiet, and the fresh air helped ease my headache. As I wandered, I thought about the future. I had always been focused on my career, determined to make a name for myself in real estate. But meeting Anthony had stirred something inside me, a longing for something more.

Over the next few weeks, Anthony and I worked closely together to finalize the purchase of the house. We spent a lot of time together, and I found myself looking forward to our meetings. We had our disagreements, he could be stubborn, and I wasn't afraid to challenge him.

One evening, after a particularly heated discussion about the house's renovations, we found ourselves sitting on the porch, the tension slowly melting away.

"You know," Anthony said, breaking the silence, "I admire your passion. You don't back down easily."

I looked at him, surprised. "I could say the same about you. You're not exactly easy to persuade."

He chuckled, his eyes softening. "Maybe that's why we work well together. We push each other to be better."

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me. "Maybe you're right."