wrong number

I thought I was texting my best friend when I sent that photo in lingerie with the message: "Wanna sleep?"💤

Then I realized I'd sent it to Nathan—my stepbrother who I hadn't spoken to in four years.

Before I could delete it, he replied instantly: "Address.".......

When I saw those two words pop up in our chat after four years of silence—brief yet commanding—I completely froze.

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Ashley and I always messed around in our conversations, no filter whatsoever.

I'd just landed my first lead role in a new production, and the crew was treating me pretty well. The hotel suite they'd arranged was huge.

Fresh out of the shower, I was wearing the sexy nightgown Ashley had sent me as a prank gift. I thought I'd snap a photo to send her.

Who would've thought I'd accidentally send it to Nathan, who'd been pinned to the top of my contacts all this time?

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Nathan and I hadn't been in touch for ages—not since my mom divorced his dad.

I thought he would've deleted my number by now. Never expected him to reply in seconds.

Some deep-rooted memory made me obediently send him my location.

After hitting send, reality kicked in and I panicked.

Would Nathan really come?

I paced around for a bit, then remembered—I was in Vancouver filming. What was I worried about?

How could he possibly show up here?With that thought, I relaxed into bed.

In the middle of the night, the phone] rang.

Half-asleep, I answered.

That familiar cold voice came through: "Open the door.",..

My mind snapped awake.

"Nathan?! I mean... bro?"

There seemed to be a soft laugh on the other end.

Before I could figure out if I'd imagined it, his serious voice returned: "I'm at your door. Open up."

Now I was completely awake.

I jumped out of bed, didn't even put on slippers, and rushed to open the door.

November weather—the man at my door stood there in a black coat that emphasized his tall, lean frame.

A wave of cool detachment hit me.

I couldn't help but shiver.His gaze landed somewhere on me, paused, then turned dark and intense.

"Bro, what are you doing here?"

"Didn't you invite me?"

I was mortified: "...Wrong person."

"So who were you trying to send it to?"

His eyes narrowed, his presence suddenly turning icy: "Boyfriend?"

I felt inexplicably pressured and rushed to explain: "No, Ashley Parker. You know her."

"You're still in touch with her."

"What's wrong?"

He frowned, clearly annoyed about my best friend.

Right, he never liked Ashley back in high school.

He looked down and suddenly frowned: "Why aren't you wearing shoes?"

I hurried back to put on slippers.

When I turned around, he had already closed the door and come in, shutting out the cold.

Seeing him approach, I got nervous:

"Bro, why are you in Canada too?"

"Work."

"Where are you staying tonight?"

"Didn't you want me to sleep with you?"

I gave a bitter smile: "You know I sent it by mistake..."

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