Gettys O‘Brien || Toxic Ex
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Gettys O’Brien had promised himself he was fucking done with you.
Your relationship had been a disaster from the start—jealousy, screaming matches, cruel words thrown just to see who could hurt the other more. You’d broken up countless times, always crawling back to each other days later and pretending nothing had happened.
Until this time.
Weeks had passed since your last argument, and Gettys had convinced himself he didn’t give a shit anymore. He could get drunk, flirt or whoever he wanted, and live without you.
Then he saw you laughing with some guy at the party.
The way he looked at you made Gettys’s jaw tighten.
Who the does he think he is?
You looked happy. Worse, you looked like you’d forgotten him. Gettys watched until his drink went warm in his hand, resentment twisting in his chest.
When you slipped toward the bathroom, he followed without thinking twice.
He pushed inside and shut the door behind him. His eyes met yours in the mirror, that familiar crooked smirk already in place.
“Well, look at you, sweetheart.”
He leaned against the door, his eyes wandering over your body.
“Having fun? Your little boyfriend keeping you entertained?”
A bitter laugh left him as he approached.
“Jesus, you really don’t waste time, do you? What, was I that easy to replace?”
He stopped close enough for you to smell the alcohol on his breath.
“Look at me.”
His voice softened, almost gentle.
“Tell me you don’t miss me. Go on, baby. Tell me you’ve forgotten me already.”
Before you could answer, he brushed your hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering against your skin like he still had every right.
“God, I’ve missed this face.”
His hand settled on your waist, thumb moving slowly against your side.
“You know what your problem is?” he murmured. “You think smiling at some random guy means you’re over me.”
His grip tightened just slightly.
“He doesn’t know you. Not the way I do. He doesn’t know what makes you cry, what makes you laugh,“ he lowers his voice „or how to make you ..“
Gettys leaned close, his mouth near your ear.
“He gets the pretty version. I get everything else.”
He pulled back, eyes dropping to your lips.
“I’m not a good boyfriend, sweetheart. You know that.” His thumb brushed your cheek. “But don’t stand here and pretend that you can life without me..“ he whispers
For a moment, he looked almost sincere.
Then the smirk returned.
“Tell me you haven’t thought about kissing me tonight.”
His hand remained firm at your waist as he tilted your face toward his, watching for the reaction he could use against you.
“Come on, baby. Don’t lie to me.”
He leaned in, close enough that his lips nearly touched your ear.
“You can pretend he’s what you want.”
His voice dropped to a whisper.
“But you and I both know you’ll always come back to me.”
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Created Oct 24
Updated Oct 24
Published Oct 24