Page 32 of Perfectly Wrong

It felt like a scene from a movie. One of his security team members got out of the car when he saw me and opened the door. He couldn’t hide his satisfied smile, and I just nodded before getting in. We exchanged a few words before he dropped me off at the garage of a sleek building, seventeen minutes after leaving Icon Records. I took the elevator and entered the code for the top floor. The ride felt like forever, and I thought I might faint. My heart was hammering so loudly I was sure the whole building could hear it. Never in my life had I imagined I’d be doing something like this. Realizing I’d left work early just to see Sam made me laugh nervously. It was ridiculous, reckless, and impulsive, but so thrilling that I didn’t care about the potential fallout. I just wanted to be with him.

The elevator stopped on the tenth floor, and when the doors opened, I took a deep breath and stepped out. It felt like being in a hotel—long white corridors with grey carpeting and doors on either side. I walked to his apartment, hesitating in front of the grey door with red accents and the apartment number in crisp white. The modern design was intimidating, and I almost turned back, but my hand moved on its own and knocked. Sam opened the door with a smile.

“Welcome,” he said, pulling me inside and closing the door behind us.

I looked around in awe. The apartment was enormous, probably three times bigger than my house. The entryway led to a spacious open floor plan with sleek laminated flooring that stretched as far as I could see, perfectly complementing the grey walls. The ceiling had plaster moulding with recessed lights in all the right places. Beyond the entryway was what seemed to be a bedroom, while to the right was a small closet with sliding doors, designed for winter coats. Sam took my coat and hung it up, then handed me a pair of loafers so I could get comfortable. A few steps further, we were in a sleek L-shaped kitchen, right next to the closet. An island with two stools stood in the centre, perfect for quick meals. The cabinets were a deep, elegant brown, contrasting beautifully with the beige quartz countertops. Two of the upper cabinets had frosted glass, adding a modern touch to the warm wood. The fridge was seamlessly integrated, hidden behind large doors, and the rest of the appliances were stainless steel. I held my breath when I saw the cooktop—something I’d always dreamed of having. Across from the kitchen was a small dining area with floor-to-ceiling windows and a spacious balcony.

The whole apartment was open-concept, with walls only for the bedroom and bathroom, leaving the rest of the space wide and free. I smiled when I spotted the white couch I’d picked out in the corner of the living room.

“You were right,” Sam said, taking my hand and intertwining our fingers, making my heart skip a beat. That small gesture made me feel protected, like nothing else mattered but us. “It’s the perfect size and so freaking comfortable! If I hadn’t already bought a bed, I’d sleep on it forever.”

The couch was near another floor-to-ceiling window with a stunning view. Sam led me to the opposite side and pointed out one of Toronto’s most famous landmarks: the CN Tower.

He opened the window, and a cool breeze swept over my face. I leaned against the railing and took in the city I’d made my home. Sam wrapped his arms around me from behind and kissed my ear softly. I closed my eyes, smiling like an idiot, feeling chills run through me. “You have an amazing view,” I murmured.

“I know,” he said, his gaze still on me.

I rolled my eyes. “I’m talking about the city, not me, Martin,” I grumbled, and he grinned.

“Right now, you’re what makes this view worthwhile.”

I looked into his eyes and sighed. The depth in his gaze pulled me in like he could see straight into my soul. Not wanting to waste another second, he turned me to face him and pressed me against the window, his hands cradling my face. Our lips met, and I couldn’t hold back the longing I’d felt in his absence. Words couldn’t describe how much I wanted things to be different, how much I wished we could be together without complications. When he held my hand, everything made sense. It felt like all the struggles I’d faced had led me to him. Nothing else mattered—not the judgment we’d face, not our fears, not even the age difference. I just wanted him—always him, and nothing more.

Our kiss was intense, filled with desire and need. His hands moved from my face, exploring my body, gripping, stroking, and pulling me closer. It was the longest, most intense kiss we’d ever shared, overflowing with… love? I pushed the thought away, deciding not to build up expectations. When we finally paused for breath and looked at each other, we both started laughing. His lips were swollen and red, and he was breathing heavily. I probably looked the same—or maybe worse, with my heart pounding so loudly it felt like it was playing its own drum solo.

I pulled him by his shirt and rested my forehead against his chest. Sam held me close. “Has your bed been delivered?” I asked, biting my lip, craving him in every way.

He laughed. “They’re supposed to bring it by the end of the day. But we have the couch.”

I glanced at the couch beside us and smiled. “It is beautiful, isn’t it? I have great taste in furniture. You’re welcome.”

“Yeah, it’s perfect. But it’ll look even better with you lying on it, completely naked,” he whispered in my ear, making me shiver.

He lifted me effortlessly, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. We kissed again, deeper this time, as he carried me. Within seconds, my back was on the soft couch, and his body hovered over mine. Sam gazed at me with so much affection that my heart ached. He touched my lips with his finger, and I lightly sucked on it, making him groan.

He kissed me again, trailing down to my neck and collarbone, while his hands deftly unbuttoned my pants. I was lost in the sensations he stirred in me, his lips at my ear distracting me so completely that I didn’t even notice when his hand slipped into my underwear, gently stroking me. I let out a loud moan, and he smirked.

“Looks like we only get scandalous during sex, eh, Elena?”

“Maybe it’s because we’re just that good at it,” I teased.

His proud smile faded as he kissed me again, his fingers working their magic. Just as I was about to climax, he pulled away, and I groaned in frustration.

“You’re a bit overdressed for my taste,” he teased, sliding my pants and underwear off, leaving me bare from the waist down.

Sam kissed his way back up, starting at my feet and working his way to my knees and thighs until he was settled between them. When I felt his mouth on me, I gripped his hair and held my breath. “For fuck’s sake, Martin,” I gasped.

I could feel his smile against my skin, and it only made me want him more. There was no better sight than Sam’s head between my legs, making me feel things that seemed impossible even in God’s eyes. His hands slid up my body, under my t-shirt, unhooking my bra and freeing my breasts. His fingers teased my nipples, pinching just right, while his tongue worked its magic. The combination of his touch and mouth sent me into an intense orgasm that made my entire body tremble.

When I came back down to Earth, he was lying beside me, a satisfied grin on his face. “Miss me?” Sam asked, brushing his nose against mine.

“A little,” I teased, before pushing him playfully. “But where’s the rest, Martin? We’ve been apart for weeks. I’m not done yet.”

He laughed, his eyes sparkling. “You’d better be ready for a whole weekend of wild sex, Elena. And for the record, I’m nowhere near finished.”

I smiled and pushed him back onto the couch. “Good, because I didn’t fake being sick at work and run off for nothing.” I straddled his stomach, starting to unbutton his shirt.

“Nothing? You call this chaos you’ve caused in my living room nothing?” he mocked, pretending to be shocked.

---