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

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.

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

I met Marcus on a Tuesday. He was wearing a wedding ring he thought he hid by switching it to his right pocket. I noticed. I always notice. We had cocktails with silly little umbrellas, and he told me his wife “didn’t understand his ambition.” I smiled, sipped my drink, and thought: She probably understands that you leave your socks in the living room and snore like a lawnmower. That’s the confession, isn’t it

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. And every vacation has an expiration date