The Dream Loft

Carlos throws his body onto the bed, breathing heavily, and I lie on top of him after riding him. I look towards my curtain and see the dawn succumbing to the day. We made love all night long, quite literally. I settle beside him and rest my head on his chest, listening to his accelerated heartbeat. His hand caresses my hair, and then he makes an effort to kiss the top of my head.

"And then..." I ask with a weak smile on my lips, "Did you like the dessert?"

"If I liked it?" Carlos points to himself, and then his hand slides along my arm. "I loved it, but be aware that now I feel obliged to do even better..."

"Hmm, is that so?" I inquired, looking at my husband. I touch his face and kiss him. "If you want, you can start right away..."

"I'll owe you that for now," my husband says, kissing the tip of my nose. "I need to sleep for the next three hours I have left, and you too."

I turn around, and he snuggles up against me, and we end up falling asleep spooning.

***

A few hours later, our torrid night of love became the main topic of conversation among the girls at the real estate agency, as I shared the story with them. The more I developed my narrative, the more they smiled and let out satisfied screams.

"I can only thank you all," I conclude with a huge smile of gratitude.

"Oh, come on, friend, that's what friends are for," Rúbia says.

"Although, if you want to introduce some of your husband's friends, we wouldn't mind here," Raquel says, winking at me.

"Girls, less chatting and more work," Suarez says, appearing at the door.

"Okay, I'll see what I can do," I reply, turning toward the computer.

***

The rest of the day was quite calm for both me and the girls, at least until Rúbia leaned against my desk with an extremely exclusive triplex loft, valued at least at one million euros. I stare at her as she parts her full lips, saying, "I need your help. A client just called wanting to visit this loft, but I already have another viewing on the other side of the city at the same time. Since you've been quite lucky around here, I need you."

"Okay," I respond with a slightly mischievous smile. "However, Rúbia, it's not luck, it's competence."

"Alright, Miss Millionaire. Make it happen," Rúbia says as she walks away.
***
I drive towards that loft, which is considered one of the largest lofts in Barcelona. It is located in a very emblematic pre-modernist building, and from what I'm reading on its profile, it was designed by a renowned architect. In the profile, Rúbia even noted the slogan given by the owners of the place: "Carpe do caralho Diem." I smile as I read those words; it would be a good slogan for Carlos and me. There is also something about a well-known newspaper mentioning this loft with the title: "When Bohemian is premium." I don't know how that information would help Rúbia sell the property, but it definitely won't be used with me. I park my car and then walk through the promenade that surrounds the building, which I considered the most beautiful in the area. As soon as I enter the loft through the front door, I fall in love with the place. The place is perfect, a dream home for me.

The architect brilliantly optimized the light and space. Most of the first floor is dedicated to a beautiful open-plan kitchen and living room, positioned in a row of three full-height windows. The spaces are incredibly bright and have a real sense of volume, accentuated by five-meter-high ceilings and huge pillars. The remodeled black kitchen with state-of-the-art appliances is positioned behind an island that serves as a breakfast counter, with textured granite countertops. There is an industrial style and unique features in that space, such as high ceilings, exposed brick walls, and large pillars mixed with beautiful artwork, adding shine and glamour. Next to the kitchen, there is a small terrace overlooking the apartment's courtyard, where I can already visualize my family having breakfast or any meal on warm Barcelona nights. Passing through the living room down a wide hallway, I enter another spacious dining area painted blue, accentuating its high ornate white ceiling. On the wall, a huge picture of Michelangelo's David's face, along with other custom-made handcrafted furniture, gives an artistic bohemian touch to the apartment. Well-fitted carpets on the black ceramic floor give the spaces that cozy feeling of home. In the other wing of the loft, near the entrance, there is another spacious living room with a foosball table, where my husband would have fun with Juan, a second kitchen where Carlos could test his recipes, and a mezzanine with an ensuite bedroom. The spaces increase the feeling of pure luxury that this unique apartment emanates.

The place also has a range of modern amenities, such as underfloor heating, air conditioning in all rooms and the office, and a sophisticated camera and alarm system. The impressive size impressed me until I went downstairs and was amazed when I entered the largest master bedroom in Barcelona I have ever seen. I may be exaggerating, but it's undoubtedly one of the biggest in all of Spain. Here, it seems that the normally scarce square meters available in Barcelona do not apply. The master suite covers the entire floor, along with an extended private patio next to it, as well as an internal courtyard that brings in plenty of light. Both Carlos and I have always wanted our own space within the bedroom, and I can even imagine the things we would be able to do. On one of the walls, there is a Catalan vault that is a vault, with its classic exposed brick stone. The modern king-size bed with a custom-made navy blue velvet headboard gives the place a royal touch, and Queen Dália here would undoubtedly love to feel majestic lying on that bed. A freestanding bathtub in the middle, with its curious soap-like shape, and the golden faucet and shower, which are repeated in the double shower, are more beautiful than any hotel I have ever visited. It is undoubtedly a true oasis.

The suite also has a huge dressing room, a multi-purpose office space. The loft has an independent wing along with space for an office, or anything the future owners desire. In my case, I would love to consider having such a place. This space has large windows overlooking the patio and the loft's living room. A small terrace connects with the loft's other main spaces. It also contains an open mezzanine bedroom and an independent bathroom. The space can also be converted into a garage for our cars.

The apartment is close to everything: from the city's nightlife and tourist areas to the restaurants we like to frequent. We could walk to Barcelona's beaches, and it's close to all means of transportation. This place is even close to my workplace. I've found my dream home... Until the doorbell rings and brings me back to reality: My dream home will be someone else's home.

I climb back up the stairs with a heavy heart, knowing that I'm selling that apartment. I have never felt like this about the properties I sell, but this one touched my soul. I reach the main entrance and then open it, surprised:

"What are you doing here?"

"I said I would get back at you," Carlos says, handing me the glasses he holds. He enters the loft with the champagne in his hands, shaking it. "Yesterday you deliciously ruined the surprise I had been preparing for weeks..."

"You reserved this time for the loft with Rúbia," I deduce, smiling. "Very clever..."

"Yes, because you went to my workplace, seduced me, and then I decided to get back at you. But Rúbia explained to me that we couldn't make love at the real estate agency; it's too open a space..."

"Unless you don't mind having an audience," I comment, smiling.

"Well, I like making love with you... just you and me," my husband says, opening the champagne and pouring our glasses. "But I also wanted to do it at your workplace. So, to solve this dilemma, I asked Rúbia to find a place you would love... And here we are."