At 11:17, her phone buzzed.
Can’t make it. Family thing. I’m sorry, Vixen. -Vixen- Gina Valentina - Confessions Of A Side ...
Gina Valentina (nicknamed “Vixen” by those who think they know her) Gina checked her phone for the fifth time in ten minutes. No text. No missed call. Just the glow of the lockscreen reflecting her own impatience back at her. At 11:17, her phone buzzed
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. I’m sorry, Vixen
His name was Marcus. Married. Two kids. A house with a porch swing and a dog named Otis. Gina had met him at a gallery opening—he’d complimented her boots, she’d made fun of his tie, and by midnight they were sharing a cigarette in the alley behind the venue.
She hated waiting. But that was her role, wasn’t it? The side piece doesn’t set the schedule. The side piece waits.