As the feeling of unease grows, she quickly hops to the side, ridding herself of Jack's hands while using her own to cover up her breasts.
Jack chuckles searching in Annie's eyes for her normal boldness when it comes to teasing him.
Just as he is about to speak, the buzzing of his phone steals his attention.
He slips it out of the sweatpants pocket to switch it off but the caller ID slaps his wake conscious mercilessly.

'Zack Hyde' it reads.
He spins around and storms out of the room as his eyes remain on the screen.

Jack's eyebrows furrow and his blue eyes darken as he stares at the name.
Without wasting a second, he quickly taps on his watch, reaching out to the headquarters. "Trace the call," he gives an order before tapping the receive icon on his phone.

Even though the possibility of different people having the same name is relatively common, the chances of a caller with his late half-brother's name calling him is next to nil.

Silence greets him from the other end as each expects the other to break the deathly distance that exists between them. To Jack, whoever is on the other side is probably a prankster arranged by one of his enemies. Yet he cannot shake this dark tension filling his stomach.

Closing his bedroom door with the heel of his foot, Jack decides to make the first move.
"Zack?"

Silence.

Jack's jaw clenches from the building frustration now surging in his chest. "Who's this?" He asks through gritted teeth, his feet making their way to the balcony. "Who asked you to ca-"

"Always treating me like a threat." Zack finally speaks. His voice, calm and collected. Too calm.
A voice too familiar to Jack.
A voice he will never forget, nor its depth of emotional void it carries.

"Is this some new technology from-"

"Hush-hush, brother. I just called to remind myself of what you sounded like. Over the years, I've forgotten you. And I would have forgotten your face had I not read the news circulating the internet."

Jack frowns harder as he pushes his back against the cold glass doors. He then lifts his left hand and checks the time. Over a minute of their conversation. He needs to keep the man claiming and sounding like Zack on the call for at least two minutes for his tech team to gather all his information effortlessly.
Theirs is the best and most advanced tracking technology in the world so far. Why? Because they can track the caller along with all his details that are micro-related yet still have a connection.

"What do you want Zack? Where have you been all this time?"

Zack's cackle from the other end is annoying, yet Jack has no power to reach inside the phone and grab his little brother by his throat.

"What I want is what you want. What you have."

Jack sighs.
"What is that?"

"Not what, but...who."

Suddenly, all alarms start blaring in Jack's head as his defense side kicks in almost immediately. Could Zack possibly know about Jack's unborn child?
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Annie sits on her bed, her eyes staring at the door. She frowns at it, questioning why Jack just took off after his phone rang. She has questions with no one to answer.
She sprints up, takes a step forward, but then holds herself back and opts to sit down once more.

Dressed in nothing but an oversized t-shirt, she stands again and runs to the door.
*Click*
She locks it and lets out a relieved sigh turning around. Her back turns to face the door before she presses it against the wooden entrance, feeling both glad and nervous.

What Jack did a few minutes ago may never leave her mind for the coming days or weeks. How can her stepdad grope her so? How can her stepdad kiss her?
But she evades the most important question; how can a stepdaughter harbor unholy feelings for her stepdad?

She quickly presses her thighs together, disgusted by her hormones for the mere thought of Jack keeps leaving a warm sensation in her honeypot. Her nipples start to flow back to life, slowly stabbing the fabric of the t-shirt she wears from the soft mountains Jack had grabbed.

"Oh fuck!" She grunts lowly, doubling over to suppress the intense heat still lingering from their intimate moment.

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Seated in front of ten monitors that display various data, Zack swings his legs onto the large desk, an iPad on his lap which displays the candy game he is playing.

"She'll be mine. Very, very...soon," he declares, wearing a satisfied and evil smile.

"You bastard, don't you dare involve my-"

"Calm down brother. I can tell that you've been trying hard to entice her sexually. But without me, she'll never be the Annie you knew."

"What-what do you mean?"

Zack messes up his game and lets out a frustrated groan. "Oh, sorry... By the way, brother, could you please not display your arrogance to the public, especially with my baby around you?"

"Baby?!" Jack booms, and Zack flinches in pretense as he shoves his phone away from his ear.

"Yes. Annie is mine, I'm only lending you her presence. But don't you worry, you won't need to pay for her keeping you company. It's on me."

"You're insane. Why don't you crawl back to whichever hellhole you've done from?"