-vixen- Olivia Nova - Confessions Of A Side Gir... -

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.”

That’s the confession, isn’t it? The side girl isn’t a homewrecker. She’s a vacation. And every vacation has an expiration date.

The Vixen’s Diary

They never put me on the lease. That was the first rule. No key to the front door, no drawer in the bathroom, no space on the shelf for my chamomile tea. I am a guest. A well-dressed, well-fucked, temporary guest.

— Olivia Nova

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.

Being a side girl means never asking for your shoes back. -Vixen- Olivia Nova - Confessions Of A Side Gir...

I am not the one he wants. I am just the one who said yes.