Until then, call me Vixen.
The real confession: I don’t do this because I’m broken. I do it because I’m good at it. I am a master of the half-hour. The art of leaving before the coffee gets cold. I can turn a hotel room into a memory in twenty minutes flat. I know which angles make me look like a fantasy and which ones make me look like a liability.
I learned the rules fast. Never call first. Never post a photo with his face in it. Never cry on a Tuesday because Tuesday is “family night.” Your job is to be the glitter in the gray. The silk robe in a closet full of fleece. The 2 a.m. text that says, “Come over,” not “I’m lonely.” -Vixen- Olivia Nova - Confessions Of A Side Gir...
The Vixen’s Diary
But between you and me? One day, I’ll be someone’s first choice. And on that day, I’ll finally unpack my chamomile tea. Until then, call me Vixen
I am not the one he wants. I am just the one who said yes.
Being a side girl means never asking for your shoes back. I am a master of the half-hour
— Olivia Nova