Snow Novel 51

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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

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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 inst the

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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

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the sink. Is that what we’re calling it now?”

Ella laughed and threw a kitchen towel at me. “Don’t

start!”

I caught the towel mid–air and tossed it onto the counter, watching as Ella and Styles exchanged a glance.

It wasn’t unusual for Ella to have a casual fling or two, but something about the way she looked at him made

me pause.

Was there more going on here than just their usual “neighbourly benefits‘?

Before I could comment, my phone buzzed again on the couch. I groaned, realizing I had forgotten to turn it off after my little parting call with Snow.

Crap. If he was tracking me, he’d have no trouble figuring out exactly where I was. Why hadn’t I remembered to shut it off?

As much as I wanted to ignore it, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Snow wouldn’t just let this slide. He didn’t handle being ignored well, and I could only imagine how furious he must have been after that call.

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However, when I recalled his indifference this morning and how he didn’t show up at my office to punish me for disobeying, I believed he’d give me space and his pride wouldn’t let him come after me.

Shaking the thought away, I focused back on Ella and Styles, determined to enjoy my evening. “So, what’s for dinner? Please tell me you’ve got more than just sauce.”

Ella grinned. “Of course! I’ve got pasta boiling, and there’s wine chilling in the fridge. Grab us some glasses, will you?”

I nodded, heading to the fridge to grab the wine, but as .I did, my mind kept wandering back to Snow and what

his next move would be.

The next morning came too quickly. After an evening of wine, laughter, and a surprisingly delicious dinner, I crashed at Ella’s place, falling into a deep,

much–needed sleep. But as the sun streamed through the curtains, the peaceful morning didn’t last long.

A loud knock echoed through the house, startling me awake. My heart raced as I sat up, rubbing my eyes and glancing at the clock. It was barely 6:30 a.m. Who

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could be at the door this early?

Ella appeared in the doorway of the guest room, her hair a mess and her eyes wide with confusion. “Did you hear that? Someone’s at the door.”

I groaned, throwing the covers off and pulling on a hoodie. “I’ll get it,” I mumbled, still half–asleep.

As I made my way to the front door, another knock echoed, more insistent this time. I swung the door open, fully prepared to tell off whatever early–morning visitor dared to disturb my peace.

But the words died on my lips the moment I saw who was standing there.

Snow.

Oh fuck! How could my tired brain forget him?!

He stood in the doorway, looking as calm and composed as ever, but there was a fire burning in his eyes–one that sent a shiver down my spine. He was dressed casually, but even in a simple shirt and jeans, he exuded power and control.

“Morning, Zara,” he said smoothly, his tone deceptively polite. “Sleep well?”

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I stared at him, my brain still struggling to process the fact that he had shown up here. At Ella’s house. First

thing in the morning.

“How did you…?” I stammered, my heart pounding.

Snow’s lips curled into a smirk. “You forgot to turn off your phone. Easy enough to track. Besides, I knew you wouldn’t go home either. And you’d be wise not to check into a hotel… leaving only one option–Ella.”