I’m still staring at the messages as another comes through.
@jordan.ezra
Nothing you do makes sense
Christ, I’m not in the fucking mood for this.
I’m about to turn off notifications when my phone buzzes in my hand.
@jordan.ezra
Why would someone’s professor hire them a lawyer
That’s a lot of effort for your new TA
You didn’t even visit me in the hospital
Of course Ezra will make this about him.
Because everything is about Ezra, isn’t it? Every move, every word, every breath anyone takes in his vicinity must somehow circle back to the Golden Boy.
In the months since I cut him loose, I’ve forgotten just how exhausting his narcissism can be. How every interaction became a hall of mirrors reflecting onlyhisface,hisneeds,hisbottomless need for validation.
I leave him on read.
It’s better than any comeback I’ve got right now.
My hand is behind my sweats again, gripping a cock hardened by the mere thought of Ezra’s wounded eyes as he waits for my reply.
Christ, how I loved toying with him. But unlike Kai, there was never that push-pull of hate and want with him. Submission came so easily to Ezra that I never even considered it a game.
I’d beckon, and he’d come…every single time.
I should have spotted the warning signs, but I was hardly paying attention half the time. Ezra was a warm hole for my cock, and I’d gag him more often than not to keep it that way.
It’s only when I toss him away—like the piece of trash he lets me treat him as—that I realize my mistake.
By never validating him, he’d become obsessed.
I cut all ties, and thankfully, just in time.
Or so I thought.
His string of messages says I didn’t act quickly enough.
I groan as I purposefully edge myself, fighting the urge to come as hard as I fight the urge to send an incendiary reply to Ezra.
Good Wolf knows how fragile—and volatile—Ezra is. No wonder it’s whining at me to say something soothing so Ezra doesn’t spiral further.
But Bad Wolf knows I thrive on chaos. That I’m only truly happy when I’m balanced on a razor’s edge.
“The whiny bitch wants you to use him again. So fucking use him before someone else finds him and uses him,”Bad Wolf says.
Good Wolf whimpers.“They won’t just use him. They’ll kill him.”
I chuckle as cum—warm, sticky—floods over my knuckles. I pick up my phone, hesitate, then exit without replying.
Distracting myself with Ezra would be fun, but at what cost?
