A Side ... | -vixen- Gina Valentina - Confessions Of

Her apartment was small but hers—a studio in a part of town where neighbors minded their business and the landlord never asked questions. On the nightstand: a half-empty glass of red wine, a crumpled pack of American Spirits, and a Moleskine notebook she’d titled Confessions of a Side Piece three months ago. She’d laughed when she wrote it. Now it felt less like a joke and more like a survival guide.

Tonight, she was supposed to be his escape. Hotel room downtown. King-sized bed. A bottle of something sparkling waiting in an ice bucket. But 9 p.m. came and went. Then 10. Then 11. -Vixen- Gina Valentina - Confessions Of A Side ...

Because confessions, she’d learned, were the only thing that kept you from disappearing completely. Would you like a darker twist, a more romantic ending, or a continuation of Gina’s journal entries? Her apartment was small but hers—a studio in

Vixen. That’s what he called her when he wanted to make her feel wild and untamed. But she knew the truth: a vixen is just a fox that hasn’t been caught yet. Now it felt less like a joke and more like a survival guide

“You don’t know the half of it,” she’d replied.

“You’re trouble,” he’d said, exhaling smoke like a confession.

Can’t make it. Family thing. I’m sorry, Vixen.