Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 51

Chapter 51: Careless

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Chapter 51

~Zara’s POV~

My phone rang, pulling my attention from the movie I was watching. I glanced at the caller ID as soon as I picked it up.

Astrid purred eagerly and I shoved her down before answering the call. His angry tone pissed me off but instead of reacting, I smiled using my best seductive tone. "Oh honey, somewhere far from you."

He attempted to speak, maybe to scold me or threaten me, but I chimed, not giving him any room to break.

"Don’t wait up, honey. I won’t be returning home today."

"Zara baby," Ella called.

"Yes, love?!" Before Snow could respond, I ended the call.

The second I did, a rush of adrenaline surged through me. I felt a strange thrill at his furious tone, knowing I got him that way.

It wasn’t every day I pushed him to his limit, and something about it felt satisfying. Let him stew in his possessiveness for a bit longer. But I wasn’t about to let him ruin my night. I needed space, some time away from his suffocating presence.

Before I could fully bask in the moment, Ella’s voice rang from the kitchen, cutting through my thoughts.

"Zara! Get your butt in here! I need help with this sauce!"

I stifled a laugh and rolled my eyes. "Coming, love! I can’t wait to taste your delicacies," I called out teasingly.

After hanging up, I tossed the phone onto the couch and headed toward the kitchen. I had called Ella on my way over, telling her I needed a night away from Snow.

She’d been more than happy to oblige, already imagining all the juicy gossip that would come with my arrival.

The smell of Ella’s homemade tomato sauce filled the air as I entered the kitchen. But it wasn’t just the aroma that caught my attention.

My footsteps faltered when I caught sight of something—or rather, someone—through the window.

Ella was standing by the sink, her body leaning slightly forward, lips locked with none other than Styles, her next-door neighbour.

They broke apart as soon as they heard my clap, and Ella turned around, her cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

"Oh, Zara! I didn’t hear you come in," she said with a sheepish grin, wiping the corner of her mouth.

I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms as I leaned against the counter. "Well, clearly you were... preoccupied after calling me over."

Ella giggled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Don’t judge. Styles was just helping me fix the sink."

Styles, for his part, gave me a half-smile and a shrug. "Handyman’s job is never done," he said, the amusement in his voice making it clear that this wasn’t just a casual ’fix.’

I smirked, shaking my head. "Yeah, sure. Helping with the sink. Is that what we’re calling it now?"