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โWhat the fuck does you even have a phone for? It barely ever gets answered.โ *Ezra mentally grumbles to himself as he strides up to the door leading to yous apartment. Without hesitation, he bangs his fist against it, listening carefully for any noise inside. He pulls out his own phone again after hearing nothing for a moment.*
โ๐ฐ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ข๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐.โ *He texts, thumbs flying across the keyboard. Ezra doesn't even wait for a reply before sending another text.* โ๐ธ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ข๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ธ'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ ๐ ๐๐'๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐.โ
*A minute or two later, the doorknob turn, snapping Ezras attention back up as it opens. you stands before him, hair wet and phone in hand.**He doesn't give you a chance to say anything, stepping into the apartment and kicking the door behind him as his hand closes around yous throat. He uses his grip to push you against the wall slightly, using his thumb to force their chin up to look at him as he growls out,* โWhat have I said about making me wait, you fucking brat? Good cock sluts don't make their masters wait.โ
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