Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 58

Chapter 58: Caught

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~Zara’s POV~

I couldn’t help but giggle as I thought about how I’d tricked Storm into fleeing from Snow’s teasing earlier.

That smirk of his—it did things to me, things I couldn’t quite explain. But now, standing alone in the lavish bedroom, the idea of erasing that damned recording Snow had of me whispering things I shouldn’t have, had taken root.

"Wait!" I said out loud to myself, pacing. "How about I just delete that embarrassing video before he uses it against me?"

I headed to Snow’s room, figuring he might have left his phone somewhere unattended. When I entered, he was nowhere in sight. I heard the faint sound of water running. Snow was in the bathroom, of course.

Perfect timing.

Immediately, my eyes scanned the room. No phone on the dresser, the bedside table—nothing.

But then I noticed the bathroom door slightly ajar. I swallowed, nerves buzzing under my skin. The water’s steady rhythm was maddening, teasing me. Snow had no idea I was just a few steps away.

I crept toward the door, my pulse hammering in my ears. The bathroom was hazy with steam, and the mirror fogged, but there it was—his phone. Sitting on the sink like a gift, just within reach, wrapped in humidity.

With a sly smile, I crept closer. My heart pounded, half from excitement at possibly outwitting him and half from the thrill of being this close to a secret I shouldn’t have access to.

Gotcha.

Without hesitating, I slipped inside, moving silently over the marble floor. Thoughts of Snow surfaced in my mind, clouded with a dangerous level of attraction.

He was probably soaking in the tub, steam rising, droplets glistening on his tanned skin. What would it be like to run my hands down his chest, tracing every ridge of those rock-hard abs?

I shook my head quickly, slapping my cheeks lightly to refocus. Get it together, Zara!

I stepped further inside, barely noticing the bathtub and heat wrapped around me. I was laser-focused on the phone.

My fingers brushed its cold surface as I grabbed it without glancing at the shower. The water still ran—he was oblivious, I thought.

I swiped up. Locked.

Damn it.

I tried again, tapping uselessly. No luck. I needed his fingerprint or face. Frustration boiled over. I quickly placed the phone back on the sink, my hands trembling as I wiped away any trace that I had touched it. I half turned to leave when the door clicked shut behind me.

Startled, I spun around and froze.

Snow stood there, not in the tub, but right in front of me, wearing nothing but a towel loosely slung around his waist.

Water droplets clung to his chiseled body, his skin glistening under the soft bathroom light.

My eyes trailed down his chest, over those perfectly sculpted abs, and down toward the V-shaped line that led to his towel.

I swallowed hard.