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Last night, Marcus fell asleep. First time. His head on my chest, snoring softly. I stared at the ceiling and felt the strangest thing: not love, not hate, but a quiet, hollow sadness. He was dreaming of her. I could tell by the way he smiled in his sleep. I am not the dream. I am the detour.

My name is Olivia Nova, but the men I date call me “Vixen.” It’s not a pet name. It’s a job description. -Vixen- Olivia Nova - Confessions Of A Side Gir...

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. Last night, Marcus fell asleep

People ask if I get jealous. Of her? The wife? No. She gets his taxes, his mother’s Thanksgiving casserole, the fight about the broken dishwasher. I get the version of him that showers, wears cologne, and pretends to be interesting. I’m not jealous. I’m exhausted. I stared at the ceiling and felt the

Until then, call me Vixen.

The Vixen’s Diary