An evil smirk remained plastered on his lips which laid against Rachel's ear. He felt proud of his charm. But couldn't figure out why he couldn't get through to Annie.
He had no idea how to treat or view her.
After all, she was the one his brother had chosen as an equal despite their huge age gap.
He just couldn't understand.

Was he to love her?
How?
Was he to hate her?
Why?
Was he to kill her?
That was an easy one actually.

Despite all the uncertainty in J/Zack's dark soul, he knew he wanted her all to himself. Obsessed? Definitely.

Thinking about Annie instantly killed all the teasing aura leaking from his pores.
He casually withdrew from a horny Rachel and stepped back.
Without breathing another word to her, J/Zack walked out on the balcony, taking in the cool breeze moving silently through the air.

"Get me a list of the food the kitchen has been preparing for Annie. I heard you're the chef's assistant."

Rachel gasped but immediately slapped her mouth shut using her right palm.
The humiliation of being left high and wet made her wish to curl into a ball and roll off into the horizon, forever disappearing.
Why?
Why had he down this to her?
Why had he stopped?

Had she overreacted and led to J/Zack being disgusted with her?
She hugged herself to comfort her extra horny body before answering, "Yes, I will."

He paid her no mind, letting her scurry out of the bedroom like lightning.
Chucking, J/Zack picked up the abandoned wine and took a sip.
He then raised the glass to look at the sun through its golden thickness.

"Beautiful," he praised smiling like a fool. "Beautiful," he repeated and lowered the glass. "You're mine Annie. Take all the time you want and clear your head darling." His declaration carried with it the greed to own what was never his to begin with.

Yet, he didn't care.
He rarely cared about anything other than his needs, not even about morals.

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ANNIE'S POV
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"But... I'll let you come to me. I'm sure it won't be long before it happens."
The boldness behind his statement made me feel insecure about myself.
What gave him such a brazen attitude towards his captor?

I pulled my hands once more, but Zack refused to set them free.
The feeling of our fingers being entwined was comforting, but whenever it hit me that it was Zack before me and not Jack, I ended up feeling nauseated.

He brought his face closer to mine, but I quickly looked to the side.

He laughed.
"Are we feeling shy now? I seem to remember a someone moaning and cumming last time."

My head snapped to his direction, fury boiling inside my eyes. "Shut u-"
It was a trap. But I realized it a little too late when he smothered his lips on mine, stealing a deep kiss from me.

I wriggled, but his knee under the towel reminded me who was in charge.
Under the towel?
Where was the towel?
Why were my nipple brushing on a fabric and the rest of my boobies pressed on its roughness?

I wanted to look down and check on myself, but Zack didn't offer me any chance.
He just kept trying to have me kiss back.

'Bite him,' a wicked voice advised. 'Do it.'

Yes, I could do that. After all, his tongue was busy searching and teasing mine.
If only I could have it remain still for half a second, I could...
Zack's knee pushed up even harder, making the ticking bomb explode.

No.
Why, why would I cum because of a man's knee?
It was embarrassing, shameful, and definitely, brow raising.

I lost the fight the second I came.
It only proved that he had already overpowered me.
Curse my imbalanced hormones, now I was cumming to just any part of the body touching me.

Zack pulled back his head, letting his simper grace my eyes. "Well well well. What is that I feel on my-"

I kissed him.
Yes I did.

I just couldn't bring myself to hear of what had happened. Especially not from Zack's lips. But was kissing him a better option? I didn't know and didn't care at that moment.

I felt a change in his body, it seemed to be growing...tense.
He hadn't expected the kiss.
It must have surprised him as much as it surprised me.

When he lowered his guard, I freed my hands and shoved him backward in a single heartbeat. Before he could regain his will, I bolted out of the room and dashed in his room and locking the door.

Only when I leaned against the door did I feel the coldness of the frame on my skin. It suddenly hit me - I was stark naked.
I had just ran out of my damned bedroom in nothing but my bare skin, ass jiggling and all.
Gawd!
I buried my face in my hands.
It felt like I had been thrust back in my teen years where a single touch could send my body haywire.
What was with all the embarrassment surging inside me?

"Annie?" Zack called knocking on the door supporting me from behind.
"You may have forgotten something here with me."

"Get the hell away from this door!" I yelled.

"Um...but isn't that my room?"