By a Thread

by Lucy Score

he spun his pizza around so his mother could read it. FU spelled out in greasy pepperoni.

She is a beast for that.

“Can Charm—your son fire me?” I asked. Her smile was feline. “No. Dominic can’t fire you.” “Okay, then. Do I have to be nice to him?” She leaned back in her chair, considering. “I think you should have the relationship you feel most comfortable having with my son.”

I'm team MOM. Haha!

If I didn’t schedule every single task, it might fall off my plate and get kicked under some piece of metaphorical furniture only to be remembered months later in the middle of the night.

“You talk a good game, Charming, but I think you don’t hate me nearly as much as you pretend to,” Ally said airily. “Wanna bet?” I sighed. “Sorry. Broke.”

“You know, babe. Sometimes it’s up to us to tell the universe what we want. Not the other way around.”

“We can make this work. All of it. I promise you that. I just need you to say the words, Maleficent.”

No one would ever take advantage of her or lay a hand on her ever again. End of fucking story. I was her Prince Fucking Charming.

“Your solution was to quit your job. On what planet was that even an acceptable option?” “On the planet where I want to be able to get you naked guilt-free more than I want that job.” My lady parts performed a discombobulating quiver. My vagina was fangirling over Dominic Russo.

“It’s just the anniversary of you surviving another entire year on this planet. It’s a celebration of being here.